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Book 9\par
Chapter 23\par
And the Saga Continues\par
Used Cow for Sale\par
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\lang3081 If cows were philosophers:\par
\tab Nietzsche:  to moo is to be\par
\tab Sartre:  to be is to moo\par
\tab Sinatra:  moo be moo be moo\par
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\lang1033\tab An eccentric millionaire wanted a mural painted on his library wall, so he called in an artist.  Describing what he wanted, the millionaire said, \ldblquote I am a history buff, and I would like your interpretation of the last thing that went through Custer\rquote s mind before he died. I am going out of town on business for a week, and when I return I expect to see it completed.\rdblquote\line\tab Upon his return, the millionaire went to the library to examine the finished work.  To his surprise he found a painting of a cow with a halo.  Surrounding this there were hundreds of Indians in various stages and different positions having sex.  Furious he called the artist in.\line\tab\ldblquote What the hell is this?\rdblquote  yelled the millionaire.\line\tab\ldblquote Why it\rquote s exactly what you asked for.\rdblquote  said the artist smugly.\line\tab\ldblquote No!  I asked for a mural of the interpretation of Custer\rquote s last thoughts!\rdblquote\line\tab\ldblquote And that\rquote s what you have,\rdblquote  said the artist, \ldblquote it\rquote s \ldblquote Holy cow, look at all those fucking Indians!\rdblquote  \lang3081  \par
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\tab Two cows munching grass in a field, one says to the udder,\par
\tab\ldblquote Mooo!\rdblquote\par
\tab The other cow says, \ldblquote Hey, I was about to say the same thing!\rdblquote\par
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\lang1033\tab Once there was a man who was in love with a beautiful woman and he wanted to marry her.  The woman told him that before they could get married he would have to ask her father who was a farmer.  So the next day the man went to the farmer and said, \par
\tab\ldblquote Sir, I love your daughter very much and I would like to ask for her hand in marriage.\rdblquote  \par
\tab The farmer sat there and looked at him for a moment and said, \ldblquote Alright, I\rquote ll let you marry her, but first you must complete a test!\rdblquote\par
\tab Willing to do anything to be able to marry the girl the man agreed. \par
\tab The farmer explained his \ldblquote test\rdblquote , \ldblquote First you must jump the fence, swim the river and screw the cow in the barn!\rdblquote\par
\tab The man thought that it sounded easy enough so he did it.  (didn\rquote t bat an eye about the \ldblquote screw the cow\rdblquote  part!)  When he got finished he asked the farmer,\par
\tab\ldblquote So I can I marry your daughter?\rdblquote\par
\tab The farmer couldn\rquote t believe that the man had actually done his test and thought the whole thing rather humorous.  So, the farmer said,\par
\tab\ldblquote To ensure that you have the ability to stay the course (of marriage) I\rquote ll have to ask you to do that task again.\rdblquote\par
\tab So, the man jumped the fence, swam the river, and screwed the cow again!\par
\tab When he was finished the man went back to the farmer and asked,\par
\tab\ldblquote How about now?\rdblquote  \par
\tab Of course, by this time the farmer was amazed and wondered if his son in-law prospect would do it a third time.  \par
\tab\ldblquote Ok,\rdblquote  said the farmer, \ldblquote if you do all that ONE MORE TIME, then you can marry my daughter.\rdblquote\par
\tab So the man did the climbed the fence, swum the river, and fucked the cow in the barn.  When he came back to the farmer this time the farmer was beaming and said, \par
\tab\ldblquote Ok, NOW you can marry my daughter.\rdblquote\par
\tab The man said, \ldblquote To hell with you daughter, how much do you want for the cow!?\rdblquote\par
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\pard Used Cow for Sale\par
\tab Despite her harrowing ordeal\emdash broken down car on a lonely stretch of back country road; an encounter with a cougar; lost in the darkness of a back country meadow, Morgan Wayhigh had fared fairly well.  She was not a tall girl, very slender, hourglass shaped, amazing smile, enunciated well, could sing very-very well, and suck the chrome off a \rquote 56 Buick\rquote s bumper!\par
\tab But she didn\rquote t \ldblquote suck the bumper off a \rquote 56 Buick\rquote s bumper\rdblquote ; instead, she sucked the life out of her brother\rquote s cock.  On the sly\emdash when no one else was around and most times in private.  Of course, sister Erica was there to suck, too.  But all that sucking (and other assorted naughty business) was risky; the Wayhigh trio messed around in between singing sessions at local churches at their home\emdash when parental units were elsewhere.  Usually, while two were engaged in naughty acts, the third watched for danger\emdash interlopers, parents, drop-by friends, etc.\par
\tab At length, though, a few close calls brought the trio to Moose Turdpie\rquote s home.  It was a doublewide with an extended third room plopped down on a good size hunk of real estate.  He liked it; it was private, quaint, quintessential country living without being redneck about.  No engines or discarded tires lying about, no shells of cars or trucks, no refrigerators, old washers, or grass as high as your ass.\par
\tab When the trio arrived it was congenial; they were \ldblquote friends.\rdblquote   Moose was always glad to see them \ldblquote drop by.\rdblquote   How they came to do so was a bit of a mystery, though; Moose had instilled upon to \ldblquote fool around\rdblquote  and to use extreme caution when doing so.  But he hadn\rquote t had anything to do with them coming to his homestead.  They did so on their own.  After that harrowing encounter with the cougar, then the country doctor\emdash Dr. Zoom, Moose had brought the Wayhigh trio to his home for an evening of\emdash well, you know.  Mostly, though, after the visit with Zoom, Moose wasn\rquote t in the mood for\emdash you know.  Zoom got to \ldblquote exam\rdblquote  the girls.  He wasn\rquote t into boys so fifteen year old Zach was left out.\par
\tab At Moose\rquote s humble home the effects of Zoom\rquote s medicine began to take full effect.  The wound to his leg was numb\emdash inasmuch as was Moose\rquote s mind.  He and Zach smoked some righteous weed while the girls fell asleep.  Come the new morning and Moose still was not in any mood for\emdash you know.  He did have presence of mind to begin dinking with the kids\rquote  minds.  But just preliminary stuff\emdash the fooling around at home without getting caught doing so.\par
\tab How they got home on their own from his place was a bit foggy.\par
\tab Then they showed up at his place.\par
\tab What happened with the cougar had stuck with Morgan.  What happened prior to that; the trek in the back of Moose\rquote s Caddy, the rape in his front seat, her sister in the backseat, all seemed oblivious.  Morgan believed (as did her brother and sister) that Moose had rescued them from the back country road.  Other details remained in a cloud of frog breath.\par
\tab So, in the following days, Morgan (and her siblings) came to \ldblquote drop by\rdblquote  Moose humble estate down that same country road\emdash but in the other direction, there by the sign \ldblquote USED COW FOR SALE\rdblquote  was a dirt road going half a mile into the wooded meadow.\par
\tab Moose was mending but his leg was very sore.\par
\tab On the Wayhigh\rquote s first visit he tended to the kids\rquote  minds, re-installing his plan for their incestuous lifestyle\emdash and keeping it to themselves.  Then, subsequent visits more of the same plus\emdash you know.\par
\tab It was like family, like family you like and haven\rquote t seen in quite awhile.  The kids were show up and Moose was enlightened.  There was a group hug followed by a hurried usher in so whereas he could plant a kiss on the girls and no one see.  Of course, Moose lived a ways off the road and there were no close neighbors\emdash but paranoia being what it was it was safer to be cautious (and paranoid!)\par
\tab After the hugging (and kissing),\par
\tab\ldblquote Take off your clothes.\rdblquote  Moose no longer needed the EMAD to plant messages into the kids\rquote  minds, they were readily accepting and followed thru with his commands.  \par
\tab Watching Morgan and sister Erica pleased him\emdash pleased their brother, too!\par
\tab Once undressed, Zachary had a raging hard-on as did Moose.\par
\tab No sense wasting!\par
\tab Morgan went to her knees and Moose went to Morgan.\par
\tab Thirteen year old Erica went to her knees and brother Zachary went to her.\par
\tab Both girls were pretty and if it weren\rquote t for their age difference, Morgan seventeen and Erica thirteen, they could be twins.  Erica was almost same height as her sister; had the same eyes, smile, and practically body shape.  Nice supple titties, a form beginning, super nice ass, and a great smile.  She had braces, her light brown hair was swept to the left while her sister\rquote s was to the right.\par
\tab And naked she was a charm!\par
\tab After a few Ups and Downs and Moose pulled out to hump the girl\rquote s face.  He loved doing that!  Morgan suckled his ball sac and while watching Erica suck Zachary he began to blast a hot load squirting his icky goo onto Morgan\rquote s hair.  She suckled his balls until all his milky cream was emptied.  Then she sucked his dick some more to fully drain him.\par
\tab And inasmuch as Zachary loved fucking his sister\rquote s mouth, he also loved fucking his sister\rquote s cunt (and asshole.)  The girl (on her own) turned about presenting herself.  Zachary smiled and positioned himself up against the girl dragging his slobbered on cock up and down Erica\rquote s cunt crack and asshole.  This put Moose into high gear and he put Morgan in same position.\par
\tab Good Christian family the Wayhighs; they prayed before every meal, they prayed upon rising from bed, prayed before going to bed; they sang in their church and sang in other churches.  Then, they got naked and had incestuous sibling love.\par
\tab Good Christian family.\par
\tab Moose enjoyed the trio; with just a little mind warping they had become pleasing\emdash but the downside was they were willing.  Too willing.  For Moose, he seemed to prefer his Subjects to be a little more LESS willing.  He wanted control but he didn\rquote t want zombies.  He wanted willing but not so much as there was no overpowerment.\par
\tab Regardless, he enjoyed the siblings and their antics.  In the days that came (after his wound healed) more antics performed by himself were to be facilitating his \ldblquote overpowerment\rdblquote  desires.  Stay tuned!\par
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Cow Logic\par
TRADITIONAL CORPORATION\line You have two cows.\line You sell one and buy a bull.  Your herd multiplies, and the economy grows.  \par
You sell them and retire on the income.\line\line AMERICAN CORPORATION\line You have two cows.\line You sell three of them to your publicly listed company, using letters of credit opened by your brother-in-law at the band; then execute a debt/equity swap with an associated general offer so that you get all four cows back, with a tax exemption for five cows.  The milk rights of the six cows are transferred via an intermediary to a Cayman Island company secretly owned by the majority shareholder who sells the rights to all seven cows back to your listed company.  The annual report says the company owns eight cows, with an option on one more.  Sell one cow to buy a new president of the United States, leaving you with nine cows.  No balance sheet provided with the release.  The public buys your bull.\line\line AN AUSTRALIAN CORPORATION\line You have two cows.\line You sell one, and force the other to produce the milk of four cows. You are surprised when the cow drops dead.\line\line FRENCH CORPORATION\line You have two cows.\line You go on strike because you want three cows.\line\line JAPANESE CORPORATION\line You have two cows.\line You redesign them so they are one-tenth the size of an ordinary cow and produce twenty times the milk.  You then create clever cow cartoon images called Cowikimon and market them worldwide.\line\line A GERMAN CORPORATION\line You have two cows.\line You reengineer them so they live for 100 years, eat once a month, and milk themselves.\line\line AN ITALIAN CORPORATION\line You have two cows, but you don\rquote t know where they are... You break for lunch.\line\line A RUSSIAN CORPORATION\line You have two cows.\line You count them and learn you have five cows.\line You count them again and learn you have 42 cows.\line You count them again and learn you have 12 cows.\line You stop counting cows and open another bottle of vodka.\line\line A SWISS CORPORATION\line You have 5000 cows, none of which belong to you. You charge others for storing them.\line\line CHINESE CORPORATION\line You have two cows.\line You have 300 people milking them.\line You claim full employment, high bovine productivity, and arrest the newsman who reported the numbers.\line\line A BRITISH CORPORATION\line You have two cows... both are mad.\line\line A NEW ZEALAND CORPORATION\line You have two cows... and the one on the left is kinda cute...\par
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Mega overpowerment\par
\tab As far as \ldblquote super stores\rdblquote  go, Super Store was super!  It was a mega store containing all the things to improve your life or at least stabilize it to the point whereas your neighbors hate you.  For Moose Turdpie, though, he had no neighbors so the point was moot.  He liked the mega store, it was a bit of a drive, out of Town and on the edge of City.  A home improvement store was there, a whole row of fast food places, a couple of restaurants, pet store, pizzeria, car wash, and park.\par
\tab Moose had found some unique nuances with the EMAD.  Along with the mind altering function buttons there were some other sensory buttons he didn\rquote t know or was familiar with.  Two buttons were unmarked and he felt wise to leave those alone.  One button, however, was of particular interest:  Gray World.\par
\tab Now, what the fuck did that mean?\par
\tab Of course there was only one way to find that out.\par
\tab A mild case of the heebie-jeebies, though, kept him from depressing that button.  A creepy feeling overwhelmed him and he didn\rquote t like it.  Curiosity was a bitch, though, and after his leg had healed sufficiently and those familiar \ldblquote desires\rdblquote  ushered him back to the world\emdash the time had come.\par
\tab For some reason he decided against finding out what the special button eluded to at home.  He didn\rquote t feel comfortable traipsing into unknown territory at home where there was the possibility of fucking something up.  Then he would have nothing to go back to as sanctuary\emdash in case of that zombie apocalypse thing.\par
\tab But, no; no zombies, no mad cows, no \ldblquote end of the world.\rdblquote   Parked in the lot of the mega store parking lot on a warm midday the time had come.  Midweek and the lot was not too full of patrons.  The temp was in the low 100s; there was a breeze\emdash warm; it was a nice day.\par
\tab With a sign, Moose depressed the button.\par
\tab Nothing.\par
\tab He waited.\par
\tab And waited.\par
\tab And then waited some more.\par
\tab Then,\par
\tab The clouds.\par
\tab The clouds above him had been thin white things that suddenly turned thin gray things.  All around him and the world that was of \ldblquote color\rdblquote  became\emdash gray.  It was a little unnerving.  The inside of his car remained the same, but that was all.  All the cars of the lot had suddenly disappeared.  The few tress were still there; no air movement.\par
\tab No nothing.\par
\tab The building was still there, the trees, light standards, shopping carts.  But the cars and people\emdash gone.  Creepy.  There, too, was a weird feeling of\emdash of a feeling he couldn\rquote t describe.  And as he moved out of his car he felt like maybe a sumo wrestler was sitting on his chest.  More creepy.\par
\tab How bad had he fucked up his life?\par
\tab Could what he done be undone?\par
\tab He sighed\emdash and the invisible sumo wrestler settled in.\par
\tab As he made footsteps he noted\emdash no sound.  More creepy.\par
\tab Selecting a small rock from the tree container he gave it a toss.\par
\tab Nothing.  No sound.\par
\tab Hmmm\par
\tab He cleared his throat; clapped his hands, banged a trolley (shopping cart).\par
\tab Nothing.  Creepy.\par
\tab Feeling a little creeped out he sat back in his car.  Then,\par
\tab He pressed the button again.\par
\tab At first, nothing.\par
\tab Then, he noted the clouds\emdash once wispy strands of white, then gray, and then back to white.  There was a strange \ldblquote rush\rdblquote  like when one is in a rollercoaster going \ldblquote over the top\rdblquote  and going at \ldblquote break your neck\rdblquote  speeds to the bottom.  It was also not unlike landing in an airplane\emdash something of which always made Moose ill (sick bags were a godsend!)\par
\tab And just like that he was back in the real world.\par
\tab Creepy.\par
\tab Not knowing exactly what had happened\emdash or how, Moose sat in the car and waited.  And waited.  Then waited some more.  Then he drove home.  Few things unnerved him; dishonesty in marketing\emdash half a package of cereal and the rest \ldblquote air\rdblquote ; cockroaches\emdash\lquote nuff said; non-discreet public breast feeding; and the unknown.\par
\tab The Gray World was an \ldblquote unknown.\rdblquote\par
\tab He didn\rquote t know what it meant\emdash or if it meant anything at all.\par
\tab Summer heat had brought a lull to the meadows he passed on his way home. Tiny titmice and bright yellow warblers stayed close to watering places out in those meadows.  June bugs and other assorted noisy insects sang in raspy voices.  It reminded Moose that it was summer and it was a time to slow his pace and look around.  Hay bales dotted the meadows, corn swayed in the slight breeze; stinkweed, mint, catnip, and herb geranium filled the air.  Evening was alive with the songs of the meadow.\par
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\tab Other than the \rquote 59 Caddy there was a modern big ass domestic American pickup truck.  Dark metallic gray with big ass tires, four doors with extra cab, heavy tinted windows, lots of chrome and testosterone!  A few days after the Gray World experiment and Moose\rquote s unnerving had settled.  So much so that he was willing to traipse into the unknown again.\par
\tab And again, it was at the super mega super store.\par
\tab Why?\par
\tab Why not!?\par
\tab He was in his big ass domestic American truck, too.\par
\tab Why?\par
\tab No idea, he was still unnerved and felt that his big ass domestic American truck was more secure than his open air convertible Cadillac.  Maybe.  He was still uncertain as to what the Gray World pertained to.  If anything.  He was willing to give it a try\emdash and hopefully be able to return to the real world should it turn badly.\par
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\pard\tab No wispy clouds but big fat puffy ones; one reminded Moose of a joint.\par
\tab The parking lot was lightly packed; the day was mildly warm.  He waited.  There was contemplation, consideration, re-consideration, trepidation.  Once he had gone to the Gray World.  And once he had returned.  Could it be done again?  Could he go willy-nilly to-and-fro with ease and no hangups?  That was the rub; what if there was one time no going back\emdash to the real world.\par
\tab That would suck.\par
\tab The Gray World, from his first visit, seemed lifeless.  Empty and void.\par
\tab A pretty girl in red gym shorts, flat chested, pinkish flowery tank top, bouncy sandy blond hair, pink braids cross his path.  She was about 9yrs or so.  Nice little butt.  Moose figured she was probably a virgin.  Then there was a boy following with parental units in tow.  The boy was a couple years older; by his looks and association with the girl and adults he was the brother.  Moose assumed he had seen the girl naked.  Was he fooling sexually with her?  Did he want to?\par
\tab The family moved on to the mega store.\par
\tab The puffy white clouds lingered lifelessly in the azure blue sky.\par
\tab Moose pressed the Gray World button.\par
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Gray World\par
\tab The other two buttons that were unmarked were of interest, too.  But the Gray World button was what he depressed and the Gray World was what he got.  A lifeless world.  Void of color, moving air, and sound.  No people, either.  No cars, trucks, birds, living matter.  The shopping carts were there along with the building.  Odd.\par
\tab He waited.  And waited.  Then waited a little more before taking steps towards the mega store mega building.  The lack of sound was annoying; the lack of \ldblquote air\rdblquote  another annoyance.  And the further he got away from his truck\emdash the more he felt uneasy.  He realized, too, that his hand clutching the EMAD was tight.\par
\tab At the garden shop double doors that usually zipped open upon walk-up\emdash\par
\tab They remained shut.\par
\tab A little effort, though, and they opened\emdash and stayed open.\par
\tab Inside, no lights.\par
\tab Creepy.\par
\tab It was a hallow experience\emdash more than just being that \ldblquote after hours.\rdblquote\par
\tab No air conditioning, no air currents, no nothing.\par
\tab With a sigh\emdash that he couldn\rquote t hear, he moved into the store.\par
\tab Natural light from the big bay windows helped but there were areas in the mega building that were \ldblquote dark.\rdblquote   He should have brought a flashlight.  And that would have been interesting\emdash would the light emitting torch work in the Gray World?\par
\tab Inside the main part of the store he paused.  Shaking the creepy feeling that enveloped him just wasn\rquote t happening.  He was hard pressed to keep himself planted rather than bolting back to his truck.  Slowly, though, letting out his breath he took more steps.\par
\tab The aisles were clear.  No clutter.  All neat and orderly.\par
\tab A shopping cart aka. trolley was nearby.  Moose stared at it then took possession of it.  In the middle of the large transit aisle was a stack of soda cases.  Moose took one and plopped it into the cart.  Then said, \ldblquote Fuck it.\rdblquote  and plopped in two more.  Then made way to the liquor aisle.\par
\tab A bottle of whiskey\emdash good whiskey\emdash expensive whiskey; two cases of beer and he was off the snack aisle.  To the medicine aisle nextly; then the camping area; paint department; hardware, clothes, jewelry, and then (with TWO carts full) made his exit.\par
\tab He didn\rquote t feel badly about making off with the store\rquote s inventory.  It was an experiment doncha know!  After unloading the carts he plopped himself back inside his ride and depressed the Gray World button.\par
\tab Watching the skies and the lingering clouds he smiled when the puffy gray clouds turned their usual white.  Then, there were cars, people, and a breeze.  The real world.\par
\tab A trek back into the store was next.\par
\tab He noted the \ldblquote missing\rdblquote  cases of soda and beer.\par
\tab He noted the automatic doors.\par
\tab He noted the air conditioning.\par
\tab He bought a flashlight w/batteries and returned to his truck.\par
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Creepy Part Two\par
\tab The flashlight didn\rquote t work in the Gray World, and popping a soda pop?  No \ldblquote pop\rdblquote  sound and no fizz.  Also no taste.  But, once in his truck and the Gray World gone and the Real World alive, the flashlight worked and the soda pop had taste.  He had gone home the first visit to the mega store.  Unloaded his ill-gotten goods, then stayed home brooding.  Contemplating.  For one thing, why would a device such as the mind controller have a means to thwart reality?\par
\tab And what were those two unnamed buttons?\par
\tab The Gray World, once he got used to it, could be fun\emdash still creepy, but fun.\par
\tab There was some fret regarding \ldblquote unknowns.\rdblquote   What if something went wrong?  What if he were stuck in the Gray World?  That would suck.  With no sound, no life, no taste?  The lack of people would also make that existence unappealing.  Still, though\'85\par
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\pard\tab Using the Gray World feature and Moose was able to \ldblquote stock up\rdblquote  on sodas, bread, batteries, beer, whiskey, toilet paper, and snacks.  And a thought crossed his mind\emdash\lquote what about a bank?\rquote\par
\tab A bank.\par
\tab That was an interesting proposal.\par
\tab A casino, too.\par
\tab Using the Gray World he could just waltz into a bank vault and \ldblquote help himself\rdblquote .  Interesting.  Very-very interesting.\par
\tab Hanging at the mega store was good enough\emdash for now.  And some weeks after the initial visit he sat brooding once more.  Contemplating.  Contemplating.  Contemplating.  There were many choices, decisions, pauses for thought.  At length, \lquote life\rquote s been good.\rquote  and as he sat outside his humble abode he thumbed the first unmarked button.\par
\tab You know that feeling when you \ldblquote suddenly\rdblquote  get up to fast?\par
\tab You know that feeling when you are in one of those logs at the waterpark and it plummets over a drop-off?\par
\tab You know that feeling when you\rquote re standing still and the world rushes past you at break neck speeds?\par
\tab You know that feeling when you\rquote re wearing a dog cone and all that happens at once?\par
\tab Same thing.\par
\tab It was the most eerie feeling ever.  His vision was not blurred per se but it was distorted.  And the \ldblquote dog cone\rdblquote  effect was in full force.  The world did appear to be \ldblquote rushing\rdblquote  towards him; and there was a strange warbling sound accompanying.\par
\tab   And standing up?  Forget about it.  He got instantly ill; but knowing where the handrails were he was able to steady himself and stand up on the bottom step of the steps to his home.  What did it mean?  That ill feeling became a flush feeling, mostly in his face but then his chest and then everywhere else.\par
\tab The warbling sound was likened to those 1950s sci/fi shows featuring those flying saucers.  He could see his world; there didn\rquote t seem to be any change, no difference.  It was in color; whether or not there was air movement, life, and so on wasn\rquote t rightly known\emdash he couldn\rquote t tell due to the annoying \ldblquote warbling\rdblquote  and distorted view.\par
\tab So what did it mean?\par
\tab There certainly was something to it; the button was unmarked\emdash that meant something.  Didn\rquote t it?  Just then and who should show up\emdash the Wayhigh trio.  As they drove up he waited, casually.  Erica was out first; she was really a pretty girl, good body style, her smile, her speech, mannerisms, and cock sucking abilities.\par
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\pard\tab\ldblquote Moose?\rdblquote  she called out.\par
\tab Hmmm\par
\tab Zachary hoped out and looked around for his back country friend.\par
\tab Morgan honked the horn.\par
\tab Moose leaned against his truck.  He waved.  The trio made way to the trailer steps apparently not seeing Moose at his truck.  The kids came up onto the deck and knocked on the door.  Moose was curious.  How was it that they didn\rquote t see him?  He pondered\emdash and the obvious assumption was that they didn\rquote t!\par
\tab And checking himself in the side mirror of his mega truck proved.\par
\tab No reflection!\par
\tab He wasn\rquote t there!\par
\tab Pecking at the mirror\emdash substance.\par
\tab He could \ldblquote feel\rdblquote  his truck, he could feel himself.\par
\tab Walking up to the steps he stood right in Zachary\rquote s path as the boy came down saying something \ldblquote Maybe he\rquote s out back.\rdblquote  And Moose had to step aside lest he be trampled on.\par
\tab Invisible!  He was freaking invisible!\par
\tab Hmmm\par
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Things that make you go hmmm\par
\tab The second button was just going to have to wait.  The first button was fun!\par
\tab Invisibility!  That was a unique experience.  Took a little getting used to; but once he did\emdash\par
\tab The Little Church in the Woods.\par
\tab The Little Church in the Woods had a draw of about fifty peoples, give or take.  Some Sunday mornings were more\emdash depending on who was preaching, who was singing, was there a lunch afterwards.  Moose wasn\rquote t into church; someone yelling at him if he didn\rquote t follow an unseen entity then he was going to Hell.  And, oh yeah, pay up to attend, too.\par
\tab Moose went to church on completely different reason.  Young pretty girls.\par
\tab That was the only reason.\par
\tab There were a lot of \ldblquote reasons\rdblquote , too.  Choices, lots and lots of choices.\par
\tab Choice One; teenage girl in a yellow top w/jeans, white sandals.  Bouncy blond hair, lightly tan, sweet smile, very bright white teeth, emerald eyes.  A pretty, about thirteen year young.  She was with a small group of her peers\emdash they, too, were pretty.  Some boys hung loosely about and Moose was sure for certain that the boys, although dressed nice and polite and all, they would jump at the chance to jump the girls\rquote  bones.\par
\tab But first!\par
\tab Chelsea Milkfed.\par
\tab Nice teenage breasts, good form of body all around.  He had heard her sing and she wasn\rquote t so bad.  He wanted to hear her fart, though.  Waiting for the opportune moment took a few moments.  At length, though, just as service began, the girl wandered away from her peeps and to the bathroom located on the outside of the building.  Moose went the long way around then initialized the unmarked button designated as \ldblquote invisibility\rdblquote  or \ldblquote cloak\rdblquote  button.\par
\tab It was still a creepy situation but he dealt with it and entered the WOMENS restroom.  No one else was within.  Target Chelsea was in a stall pissing just pulling up her pants.\par
\tab\lquote stop.\rquote  he minded electronically.\par
\tab Chelsea stopped midway hiking up her clothes.\par
\tab\lquote open the door.\rquote\par
\tab Chelsea, holding onto her pants and panties with one hand opened the door with the other.  Moose eyed the girl then stepped inside the stall.  Strangely, she smelled of lemons.  She was a very pretty girl and Moose took a moment to look her over\emdash then had her release her clothes.  A little fingering then he was lifting her yellow lemony top going after her breasts.\par
\tab Someone came into the bathroom.\par
\tab Moose braced himself against the stall door placing his feet up on the toilet.\par
\tab The \ldblquote someone\rdblquote  washed their hands in the basin, farted then left.\par
\tab Moose resumed his antics realizing that there was probably more appropriate places for his shenanigans than the bathroom.  Whipping out his cock, though, he placed it into the girl\rquote s mouth having her suck him.  It felt good.  A few Ins and Outs and he was out humping her very pretty face.  Angling the girl for vaginal penetration just was too awkward.  Moving the girl out of the stall was better\emdash but more risky.\par
\tab Having a great need to \ldblquote get some\rdblquote  from the teen other than the simple and quick blowjob, he minded her instructions to go out of the bathroom, down the walk, around the building, and to the big gray truck.  \par
\tab Well, that was the plan.\par
\tab The girl was out of the stall and he was hiking up her clothes when the bathroom door opened again.  Quickly he moved himself and the girl to the space open for where a stall was supposed to be but wasn\rquote t.  And in a panic depressed the second unmarked button.\par
\tab To explain what happened?  He couldn\rquote t.  His Subject, Chelsea, seemed to be suddenly enveloped in a sandy/grainy egg shaped cocoon.  What did that mean?  Then, as the intruder neared\emdash more panic ensued and so Moose depressed the 1rst unmarked button.\par
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\pard\tab There was another option, the regular Panic button that flashed bombazling the minds of all those around in a near circumference.  It was for emergencies, or to wallop the minds of several Subjects at once.  But panic being what it was he chose button One.\par
\tab As he figured it; he was invisible\emdash and so was Chelsea.\par
\tab Hmmm\par
\tab Interesting.\par
\tab Then,\par
\tab After the intruder left, Moose maintained the invisibility/cloak effect finding that he could merge with Chelsea.  And though she hadn\rquote t been effected by the EMAD\rquote s initial ability of mind blasting she was stunned nevertheless.  That was interesting, too.  Pausing for a moment or two while contemplating, Moose at length pulled the girl\rquote s pants and panties down, then laid her on the mostly clean vinyl floor.  Her yellow top was moved up and Moose moved down.\par
\tab Fingering Chelsea\rquote s pussy washed away some of the lingering concerns he had regarding the new finds of the EMAD.  Finger! Finger! Finger!  Cupping the girl\rquote s ass was also good.  Sliding his cock into the virgin poon was the best.  The girl made a little yelp.  Moose made a gentle slid penetration; the girl\rquote s nipples hardened; someone ELSE came into the bathroom\emdash but didn\rquote t notice (apparently) Moose\rquote s presence\emdash or the fact that he was putting it to a naked teenage girl on the floor!\par
\tab He went IN and OUT and IN and OUT and\emdash\par
\tab BLAM!  The orgasm was quick.  Usually he lasted a little longer.  He wasn\rquote t pent up\emdash thanks be to Morgan and Erica Wayhigh.  But only a few pumps and his nuts exploded sending a tremendous wave of spunk into the virgin teen.  He continued to hump, though, stretching his cock to the max.  His fascination fell to the girl\rquote s nice supple titties.  Sucking them, nipping the nips and there was a resurgence of orgasmic bliss.\par
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Morals?  Never heard of him.\par
\tab A week passed before returning to church\emdash and a different church, too.\par
\tab During the week?  More deciphering the idiosyncrasies of the EMAD and its hidden buttons.  And all testing was done at home or at the mega store.  And as a try out for his new found demoralizer, this happened\emdash\par
\tab In the garden section among the zinnias and gardenias a cute little girl ran amok playing hide-n-seek with her younger brother.  The Subject was about seven years young, black, and cute as could be.  Moose wanted to \ldblquote test\rdblquote  the EMADs hidden functions\emdash so he did.\par
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\pard\tab He was wary of the security cameras and wasn\rquote t sure how they would react to his \ldblquote sudden\rdblquote  disappearance or the little girl\rquote s.  But once the deed was done he waited just a moment before scooting out of the area and to his truck parked off to the side along where trees were planted and usually where the employees parked.\par
\tab To be amazed at the ability of the EMAD would be an understatement.\par
\tab He was awed.\par
\tab And his Subject was totally mind zapped and unawares.\par
\tab Laying her in the floor behind the cab seats and he paused.  A looksee for security purposes and then he crawled up into the mega truck, switched on the a/c and paused once more.  Then,\par
\tab Whitney Nothouston; seven years young, African-American, soft jet black hair, beautiful skin, beautiful smile, happy-go-lucky kid.  She wore short knee length jeans and a flowery tank top.  Moose loosened the pants then pulled them on off.  The girl had been \ldblquote released\rdblquote  from the 2\super nd\nosupersub  Button effect but the EMAD kept her mind lulled.\par
\tab Lavender panties.  A nice pair of fairly new and clean undies.  Moose began an earnest bout of fingering the girl\rquote s cunny thru her panties before removing them.  She appeared to be a virgin.  Going down on the girl he licked, nipped, and devoured the girl\rquote s cunny before schlepping his schlong to the virgin territory and humping the slit.\par
\tab Other than a visit from the Wayhigh trio he hadn\rquote t engaged sexually in a week.  Saving himself.  Poking his prick\rquote s head to the girl\rquote s smooth pussy thrilled him causing his balls to surge\emdash and then purge.  Gobs of cum blasted hotly onto the girl\rquote s quim with some going in as he prick managed to work just inside the child\rquote s snatch.\par
\tab Pushing the girl\rquote s legs back he attempted anal entry.\par
\tab That was a no-go and would require more work.\par
\tab He did straddle her chest and finish his debauchery in her mouth.\par
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Conduct that is considered contrary to the community standards of justice, honesty, and good morals\par
\tab Chelsea, Whitney, and our next contestant\emdash\par
\tab Laci Martwall!\par
\tab She was an odd duck; not too tall, very-very slim (skinny as a bean pole), no butt, no chest.  There was this kinky weird hair on her head and a high pitched voice, too.  But she was friendly, knowledgeable of where items were in the store, and was quirky enough to get Moose\rquote s attention.\par
\tab In her late 20s, Laci Martwell had Moose\rquote s interest.  Her hairdo was that kinky perm kind; brown, with ribbons and such embedded in it.  She was friendly enough, knowledgeable, and Moose just had to see her naked.  Just had to!\par
\tab She also had a long narrow face, and when one hand wasn\rquote t busy tasking the other was twisting on the side of her face.  When she farted\emdash Moose just knew he had to see the production hole.  The woman had to be about a \ldblquote zero\rdblquote  in the waist, and an \ldblquote A\rdblquote  cup on the chest.  A fascinating woman.\par
\tab Zapping her mind with the EMAD was easy; then it was a once over to see what accruements she may have in the way of security\emdash tracking devices, EMAD detector/preventor, and the like.  When said devices were deactivated the Subject was directed out of the store and to Moose\rquote s truck.  He followed via a different out door then meandered his way to his mega ride and helped the quirky woman inside.\par
\tab As with Whitney, he laid her out on the floor for a quickie.\par
\tab A moment was needed to look the woman over.  She was out of his usual age range, but that was ok\emdash exceptions were alright (now and then.)  Laying on the girl but not so much as to crush her, he took his time looking her over.  Hazel eyes, soft enough skin, light perfume.  She wasn\rquote t overly sexually appealing; but maybe once naked that would change.\par
\tab Sitting back up he removed her shoes, socks, and then eased down her pants.  She wore a belt with the uniform slacks\emdash the size she wore was the smallest uniform slacks offered.  She basically had no hips.\par
\tab Green tinted cotton panties, French cut.\par
\tab And when he tugged the undies down\emdash he was mildly shocked to see the lack of pubes.  Not one!  She wasn\rquote t a virgin; evidence plain by the pouting \ldblquote lips.\rdblquote   But was that from dick or something other.  Strangely, Moose didn\rquote t pry into her mind.  He had a hard-on.\par
\tab He wasn\rquote t overly sexually attracted to the woman, he just wanted to see her naked.  A fuck was not an option but a requirement that would follow.  But that wasn\rquote t the point; Laci W was beyond his age prerequisite; and there was the other criteria, too\emdash her looks, lack of titties, like of body form overall.  But still, there was something\emdash something about her oddness.  To Moose, he realized that just seeing her naked regardless of her age and looks got his dick hard.\par
\tab Off came her deep blue top and he was correct; her titties were \ldblquote A\rdblquote  cup, small.  A handful, palm full was all there was of the titty department.  He didn\rquote t mind, most girls of his normal criteria didn\rquote t have titties to begin with!  Oh, well.  He enjoyed them just the same\emdash he was able to engulf the whole titty!\par
\tab But the object of his affection was the gal\rquote s hairless poon.\par
\tab He licked it on introduction; kissed it, sucked it, nipped the lips, then drove his tongue into it getting a plethora of cunt juices flowing onto his nose.  It was awesome!  The woman was gripping the carpet, bucking his face, and cumming\emdash just from his eating her out!  Awesome!\par
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\pard\tab Gliding his cock up and down the quirky woman\rquote s poon was intense.  Strange, but not unique feelings, surged thru his loins.  He was more than tantalized and could only glide his cock up and down about a minute before plunging in.  Despite her lack of virginity she was a snug fit.  Moose glided in part way, pulled out, and wondered casually if he had been missing something all the time he was pursuing young\rquote uns?\par
\tab Then he wondered\emdash\lquote where the hell\rquote s my cock going?\rquote  the woman was so small that it was mind boggler; his cock was \ldblquote more than average\rdblquote  and the woman he was putting it into was\emdash less than average.  His cock was much more than the woman\rquote s pussy interior.  He was sure he was busting thru her cunny cavity.\par
\tab Oh well.  It was a good fuck so he went for it.\par
\tab And not all of his cock did fully insert.  But that was ok.  Laci was thrashing about\emdash her mind in a whirl of blur and sexual frenzy.  She was a wild one in the sack!  That, too, was a mind bending boggler.  Straight laced Laci was a lion and not a kitten!\par
\tab After a righteous-righteous fuck he knew that he had to do her again.\par
\tab And maybe more?  Up the ass, some spanking, in the mouth?  There was no point of trying for a titty fuck.  Sitting up he spotted a woman and her young daughter walking down the parking aisle.  Dressing, Moose slipped out of his truck and unloaded his cart he had left there by its side.  The Subjects neared.\par
\tab Unlike other visits, Moose actually paid for his purchases and afterwards after emptying the cart he gave it a gentle shove across the parking aisle to kiss the sidewalk the opposite side cars parked against\emdash instead of pushing said cart some car spots over to where those carts were corralled.\par
\tab\ldblquote Excuse me!  Excuse me!\rdblquote  said the Subject woman flagging Moose down.\par
\tab\ldblquote You shouldn\rquote t shove those carts across the road like that\emdash\rdblquote  she bitched, \ldblquote people and cars could get hit.\rdblquote\par
\tab Moose smiled at her, shook his head, \ldblquote I didn\rquote t see anyone and you weren\rquote t that close.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote That\rquote s not the point\emdash\rdblquote  griped the woman, and she went on to tell him (off) why.\par
\tab Moose took the verbal lashing\emdash in his mind he was lashing her\emdash with his cock!  Seemed like a good idea\emdash so, on the sly, he zapped her (electronically.)  The little girl also got hit (electronically.)  Then both were loaded into the truck; the woman down alongside Laci and the little girl on the bench seat.\par
\tab Moose then fired up the truck and moseyed out of the mega lot.\par
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\tab His cock still ringed with the doings of Laci.  His mind was on Laci; he thought somewhat of Morgan and Erica, Chelsea, Whitney, the Gray World, the two new buttons, and then the two new added passengers.\par
\tab His attention to the two new added additions was brought on by the woman who began moaning\emdash and moving about.  The EMAD readout revealed her brain wave patterns fluctuating with the diode lights connected to her brain wave patterns flickering.  That wasn\rquote t good.\par
\tab The girl, too, was moving about and talking.\par
\tab Moose wasn\rquote t sure but guessed the EMAD was taxed; using the extra abilities probably drained the Device\rquote s nifty mind holding abilities.  Moose made a clicking/sucking sound with his tongue to his teeth.  One of those dissatisfaction sounds of discouragement.  Noting the gas gauge on his truck he made a quick stop at a station, grabbed some snacks and drinks and headed for the back country.\par
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What happens in the back country\'85\par
\tab On a fading wood plank sign alongside the country road:  \par
\ldblquote Tractor for sale  No seat  No steering wheel\par
  Perfect for the farmer who has lost his ass and nowhere to turn\rdblquote\par
\tab Laci remained in a state of funk.\par
\tab Lorrianne wrestled in place; in her mind she was \ldblquote tied up\rdblquote  but she was not so.  But the more she began to wrestle the more she began to thrash about and \ldblquote free\rdblquote  herself.  Her nine year old daughter, Amber, quietly cried and was also \ldblquote tied up\rdblquote  in her mind.\par
\tab In a remote location by Fart Lake\emdash correction, Farr Lake (damn kids keep changing that last letter!) Moose parked his mega truck; made a security check, then crawled into the passenger area behind the cab.  Lorrianne was having a fit and almost to the point of frothing at the mouth.  Her nine year old daughter was crying and had wet herself.\par
\tab That made the choice easy\emdash who to do first.\par
\tab Short green pants the girl had on; Moose slid them down (and off) followed by her shoes and ankle socks.  Matching green panties the child wore with a lime green bathing suit top to conceal her burgeoning breasts.  Moose made a quick admiration then slipped off his own clothing.  The naked Laci made some squirms, then farted.\par
\tab Amber lay wriggling some; her pussy was bald and enticed Moose greatly.  He firstly went down on the girl, never minding the fresh urine.  He munched, sucked, nipped, and drove his tongue into the girl\rquote s crevice while her distraught mother on the floor freaked the fuck out.  So outraged was the mommy that she couldn\rquote t speak.\par
\tab For full shock effect and did the monstrous Moose lay his cock against the girl\rquote s cunny and hump thereon.  The girl\rquote s mommy was going insane.  And it was a marvel to Moose that although she was not restrained her mind told her so and the mind was a marvelous thing.\par
\tab The woman\rquote s mind told her, convinced her, that she was tethered.  But she wasn\rquote t.  She wrestled on the floor while on the bench seat above her naked daughter was being horrendously molested\emdash raped.\par
\tab Moose wasn\rquote t penetrating\emdash not yet.  He merely grinded his manhood against Amber\rquote s pussy, gouged the head into the slit, but didn\rquote t penetrate.  He did, though, move up to straddle her chest and hump between her beginning titties.  Then, with a hand to the back of her head force her to kiss (and then suck) his cock.\par
\tab Lorrianne was out of her mind.\par
\tab Amber began to weep and show signs of \ldblquote awareness.\rdblquote\par
\tab Moose retrieved his EMAD noting that the girl WAS aware\emdash as was her mother.  More than was acceptable\emdash but in their minds they were restrained, so that helped.  But the woman and daughter\rquote s antics were annoying.  They thrashed about, cried, made demands\'85\par
\tab Moose undressed the woman\emdash who fought him with the thrashing of her body, twisting, and trying to kick him.  Which only further amused Moose as the woman was unable to actually lash out at him, kick or pummel him with her \ldblquote bound\rdblquote  hands.\par
\tab Pawing her mommy breasts and the woman just went berserk.  But it only enthralled the pawer who tweaked the woman\rquote s nipples before schlepping his salami between for her own titty fuck.  Lorrianne wasn\rquote t into that shit and Moose\rquote s EMAD couldn\rquote t make her.  The \ldblquote lights\rdblquote  indicating how much control the Device had flickered in the yellow\emdash and that wasn\rquote t good. There was control, and still control in her mind that she was restrained.  That WAS good.\par
\tab Forcing her legs open and Moose re-positioned himself driving his bone into her cunny.  She was a furry cunted woman sporting a rearing pissed off unicorn just to the right of her pussy.  Moose drove most the way in then pulled out to hump the gash.  Lorrianne wrenched herself side to side as well as beat Moose\rquote s sides with her knees.\par
\tab Her efforts only thrilled Moose\emdash he liked \lquote em a little lively rather than \ldblquote zombie-like.\rdblquote   Returning his cock into her recess and he slid almost all the way in again, then pulled out to hump the gash.  Above them, on the lengthwise bench seat, and the woman\rquote s young daughter stared in awe at the happening to her mother.\par
\tab Moose smiled, \ldblquote Watch this!\rdblquote  he said to her and drove his cock all the way into the woman and began to pump vigorously.  Lorrianne stopped her thrashing; her face took on an \ldblquote OMG\rdblquote  look, her eyes bulged, mouth open big enough to hide a moonshine still.  Then her breath was taken away, replaced by chuffing\emdash that sound steam locomotives make while sitting idle.\par
\tab  Moose ploughed the road driving his manly manhood DEEPLY into the womanly crevice stemming off the tide of cum that was ready to blast.\par
\tab Little Amber was awed; Laci was gassy.\par
\tab Moose pumped like a wild man; Lorrianne thrashed about like a wild woman. Her eyes bulged, her nipples hardened, she made haughting breaths and was in a state of disbelief.  Moose\rquote s cock did wonders for her!\par
\tab And brought her to a wonderful climax!\par
\tab\ldblquote Oh, my God!\rdblquote  she uttered, \ldblquote NOOOOOoooooo!\rdblquote\par
\tab Despite the fact that it was rape, it also felt good.  Like a scratch you know that you shouldn\rquote t scratch but fuck it\emdash it feels good!  Lorrianne submitted to the ordeal\emdash but inasmuch as so far as it pertained to herself.  When the man raping her fixated himself to her daughter she once more went into hysterics.\par
\tab Moose once more planted his mouth to the nine year old\rquote s pissy pussy and sucked it.  His tongue snaked into the youngster\rquote s cunt driving her a little crazy with sexual awe, too.  A little pussy massaging, expert fingering, and a few minutes from after when he had fucked her mother he was sliding into virgin pussy.\par
\tab Lorrianne was having none of that and \ldblquote broke\rdblquote  the restraints restraining her.\par
\tab Oopsy.\par
\tab A little tussle, a knee to the balls, a hard-hard slap to the face, and Moose Turdpie had his hands full.  She was a little more livelier than he wanted.  Still, though, he was stronger than she and managed to knee her pussy.  That disabled her long enough for him to grab real restraints\emdash rope, cuffs, duct tape, and a hand-dandy cow motivator\emdash an electronic cattle prod.\par
\tab Jamming the electronic device designed to \ldblquote motivate\rdblquote  a stubborn moo-moo into Lorrianne\rquote s fresh fucked snatch box and the young 30-something woman settled right the fuck out.  This gave time for Moose to secure her via rope, handcuffs, and duct tape (all the while she twitched.)\par
\tab After a few minutes (and the woman and settled down) Moose got her attention; then lifted Amber\rquote s legs and spanked he hell out of her.  Lorrianne, in typical fashion\emdash freaked the fuck out.  Amber\rquote s tender white ass turned beet red.  Moose held nothing back and smacked the girl until his hand got hot.  Then, while the girl screamed in agony, he raped her.\par
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Sunshine, wild catnip, wild herb heather, freshly plopped down cow dung\par
Moonshine, lazy dog on porch, farm made wine, cow piss\par
\tab Boone Drunkskunk made the best homemade wine in the county and everyone knew it.  Wild raspberries was one concoction, elderberry was another.  It was similar to moonshine and would definitely knock your dick in the dirt.  After messing with Lorrianne and Amber (and the gassy Laci), Moose needed a drink.\par
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\pard\tab On the back country county road he tooled along coming to Rooster\rquote s Nest.\par
\tab On appearances it was as redneck as you could get; an old rusting Cadillac hearse off to one side\emdash next to the sofa swing swinging between to huge elms.  Then, a toilet with flowers growing out of the basin and herbs out of the tank.  A stack of tires, a fountain made of colored empty wine bottles, an old 1930s wringer washer with tomatoes growing out of it; a Harley lawnmower; an old school bus buried in the ground serving as an \ldblquote emergency\rdblquote  haven should the Powers That Be Get a Case of the Dumbass; and then the classic blue/white 1950s style travel trailer that had long since given up the chance to travel.\par
\tab The property was surrounded by large stands of trees and shrubs; from the main road it was \'bd a mile to the sofa swing swinging.  A pasture was on three sides; a creek, rolling rustic and lush hills, and a tall as treetops tower supposedly to bring in television and radio signals from as far away as Canada\emdash Russia, China\'85\par
\tab The fellow who lived there lived alone\emdash and he made wine.\par
\tab Moose and the redneck wine maker were friends\emdash they were back-ups for each other should something in their world go awry.  The redneck wine maker was a short fellow, 5\rquote 10, and of average weight.  He was muscular, well built, and his raven black hair was trim above his ears and all around.\par
\tab A friendly smile and blue eyes greeted Moose.  They shook hands and took a seat on the extended porch.  There was a second blue/white 1950s trailer snugged up to the first one making it a double wide.  A jar of \lquote shine was offered to Moose who took the offering and gave no indication that he had \ldblquote passengers.\rdblquote\par
\tab The hour was late; gnats and mosquitos made pests of themselves as did the uncomfortable air.  The men talked shop; discussing local politics, the new shopping center, the sheriff, state of the union, state of the planet, and back to politics.\par
\tab\ldblquote Seems like Andy Bytheduck\rquote s got himself a hot one.\rdblquote  Rooster said mentioning.\par
\tab\ldblquote Yeah, that cunt running against him is a royal twat!\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote His sidekick\rquote s offering some money up to trim her pubes.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Oh?\rdblquote\par
\tab Moose wasn\rquote t in the need for money, nor was Rooster.\par
\tab Rooster was ex-CIA, former Army Intelligence, retired Ops.  Not long after he moved to the spot he now claimed and aptly dubbed Rooster\rquote s Nest and did he come upon a news story of horrifying nature.  A young mother was raped by a black man.  The happen was in the nearby town with a bigger population (and more black people, Asians, and a small population of Greeks.)\par
\tab The mother was raped in her own home and her six year old daughter was forced to watch.  The man escaped minutes before the hubby arrived.\par
\tab That man made a statement on the local television news cast that it would be better if the cops got to the \ldblquote nigger bastard\rdblquote  before he did.  The man was plainly racist and didn\rquote t give a rat\rquote s ass who knew it.  But most folk who knew Randy Polekat knew that he was a bonafide racist.\par
\tab As it turns out, Rooster knew of the black man, Bo Stickit.  The man worked as a handyman and Rooster required his services when moving in to the Nest.  Thereafter they drank together and when Bo got drunk he tended to let his lips fly.\par
\tab Rooster went to Randy, whom he also knew casually, to let him know he knew his wife\rquote s attacker.  They went to confront Bo with Rooster cautioning his young white friend that they had to \ldblquote play it cool\rdblquote  and that anything done to the man had to be done on the quiet\emdash\par
\tab\ldblquote Should anything happens to Bo, or any black man in the community, cops will come to you first.\rdblquote\par
\tab Randy didn\rquote t care.\par
\tab\ldblquote You will care,\rdblquote  cautioned Rooster, \ldblquote right now your wife and daughter need you; they need you not to be in jail.\rdblquote\par
\tab Randy hated it, but it was true.\par
\tab At the bar between the City and Town popular with rednecks and bikers, Bo Stickit liked to hang out.  He wasn\rquote t alone or stood out in the crowd and was summarily liked by both crowds.  Mostly because he brought weed and other forms of the means by which one could get righteously high to the point of fucked up.\par
\tab Rooster went inside; outside were a few bikes, bikers, and skanks.  A two lane country road ran out front swinging in a long \ldblquote U\rdblquote  shape around Point Hill.  The parking lot was a huge gravel plot of land with old hitching posts out front of the wooden covered deck.  Country was the theme; hard country non-mainstream music was the sound.\par
\tab Once inside he quickly scanned the large main room; there was a back room for card playing and other vices, and an upstairs for hanky-panky with the biker skanks (if one so dared be intrigued.)  Bo sat at the bar having a brew.  Rooster made his way (sauntering) to take a seat next to him.\par
\tab The men greeted one another, a slap on the back, a smile, acknowledgement of the existence of the other one.  Rooster took a beer and talked shop with the 6-foot black man.  Bo could have been a basketball player, but selling drugs was more profitable\emdash without flying all over the country to sweat with nine other guys and get \ldblquote chummy\rdblquote  on the court.\par
\tab\ldblquote You got some good stuff, today?\rdblquote  Rooster said off-handedly.\par
\tab\ldblquote Everyday!\rdblquote  chided Bo back.\par
\tab\ldblquote Let\rquote s go out back,\rdblquote  said the ex-CIA man, \ldblquote crowded in here, and out front.\rdblquote\par
\tab Bo was cool with that.  And unwary.\par
\tab Bo stepped out the back door and was immediately smack upside the head with an old piece of 2x4.  It dazed Bo who stumbled about slinging his head.  Randy, a bit shorter than the black man, hit him again.  Bo stumbled backwards into Rooster who threw the rapist back into the fray.  This time, Randy dropped the length of wood and smacked the man dead in the face.\par
\tab Somehow, Bo Stickit still stood and he lashed out at the puny racist white man.  Randy was stocky, muscular, hefted bales of hay, and was no slouch in a fight.  He took a hit from Bo, dodged another then body slammed the black man into the side of the building.\par
\tab Bo managed to turn and swing with all his might and toss the redneck with the brown blond hair buzz cut backwards Rooster\emdash who calmly shoved the white man back to Bo who wrapped his beefy arms around the smaller man.  But damaged already he wasn\rquote t strong enough and the smaller man managed to head butt the black man and then knee him in the balls.\par
\tab As Bo went down, Randy kneed him in the face\emdash then brought a busted cinderblock down onto the back of the black man\rquote s head.  Bo went down to the ground and didn\rquote t move.\par
\tab Randy stumbled back, \ldblquote FUCK!\rdblquote  he yelled.  He was woozy and tried slinging off the fight.  Bo remained still, lifeless.  Rooster stretched, yawned, wasn\rquote t impressed with the fighting.  Randy heaved, bled, and while catching his breath and senses,\par
\tab\ldblquote Stay here.\rdblquote  Rooster said and returned to the bar.\par
\tab A few minutes later and he pulled up in his old pickup.  Together they loaded Bo Stickit (who was still amazingly alive) into the truck, covered him with a piece of canvas used to haul stuff to the dump, and drove off.\par
\tab\ldblquote He needs to disappear.\rdblquote  Rooster said calmly.  Then,\par
\tab As they turned down a country dirt road that led out to the proverbial \ldblquote sticks\rdblquote , \ldblquote and so do you.\rdblquote  Rooster pulled out his trusty 9mm Glock w/silencer and put it to the still dazed Randy Polekat pulling the trigger.\par
\tab The unfortunate side effect of blasting one\rquote s brains out inside a pickup is that the blood and brain matter almost certainly become a part of the vehicle.  No matter how much bleach, repainting, and air freshener, the stench of death lingers.\par
\tab Didn\rquote t seem to bother Rooster too much, though.\par
\tab Ten miles along the dirt road and it became a questionable dirt road.  Not good for the bladder, kidneys, or other internal organs.  Lots of pot holes, canyons, and possible black holes in the road that at length took off up a large hill.  At the top of the hill, just shy of being 1,000 feet the road leveled out going in a snake-like pattern for a few miles thru rugged woody territory.\par
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\pard\tab Then, just as the moon was appearing (and the hour was late) the road began to dip down.  At the bottom of the hill was a small cobblestone bridge overgrown by weeds.  A small creek ran beneath it.  Rooster parked the truck and got out.  The air was humid, icky-sticky-unfriendly.  With a sigh he got to the business of dragging Bo out onto the road and undressing him.\par
\tab Then he tossed the deadman\rquote s clothes back into the truck\emdash Bo had finally passed on as no medical care was made to him for his severe concussion.  Randy\rquote s body was removed and his clothing also taken.  Rooster spent a few minutes in the near darkness cleaning up the mess on the side of his truck\rquote s door.  Eventually he would replace the door thus eliminating Death\rquote s \ldblquote odor.\rdblquote\par
\tab Dragging Bo\rquote s huge body was a chore and more than Rooster was into.  But it was a necessary task.  He had to \ldblquote disappear\rdblquote  and in the back woody country was just the place.  He\rquote d been there before\emdash hunting, survival training, mining/panning for gold (as a hobby.)  And it was that panning for gold that led him to the remote locale he was currently at.\par
\tab Down the small embankment to the rocky-weedy shoreline of the creek and then wrestling thru the weeds to that spot under the bridge where the bank touches.  Lots of rocks where there\emdash big ones, small ones, every size.  Rooster moved some of them then wrestled Bo\rquote s lifeless body into place\emdash alongside some other bodies already there entombed.\par
\tab Randy\rquote s body was next.\par
\tab Then the rocks were realigned to make like natural and the foul deed was a done deal.  Rooster offered a small prayer, urinated on the area\emdash to keep pesky critters away for awhile, then fired up his truck and left the area.\par
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\tab Once arriving home, a little after 3AM, Rooster burned the clothing of the dead men\emdash after taking the packet of weed from Bo\rquote s clothes, and the pertinent ID from Randy\rquote s.  Then he burned the clothing, smoked a joint, drank some of his homemade brew then went to bed.\par
\tab The following day he arrived at Randy Polekat\rquote s apartment where he introduced himself as a member of the press and would it be alright if he did a follow-up investigation.  The woman was worried about her husband,\par
\tab\ldblquote He hasn\rquote t been home all night!\rdblquote  she wailed.  She was a dishwater blond, hair extra curly and up high on her head; lily white complexion, hazel eyes, 5\rquote 7\rdblquote  and quite slender at the hips.\par
\tab\ldblquote Besides,\rdblquote  she bitched, \ldblquote I\rquote ve given all the info to the cops and other news team.\rdblquote  She was in a huff, but worried mostly.\par
\tab\ldblquote It\rquote s possible,\rdblquote  said Rooster, \ldblquote that your husband has gone to settle with the man who attacked you.\rdblquote\par
\tab The color in Amanda\rquote s face was lost.  \ldblquote Oh, no!\rdblquote  she said becoming shocked.  She backed up into her apartment and Rooster followed; shutting and locking the door behind him.  Amanda\rquote s hazel eyes looked to the \ldblquote reporter\rdblquote  of whom she hadn\rquote t asked for his credentials or anything of the like.\par
\tab As she started to speak,\par
\tab\ldblquote Who\rquote s that?\rdblquote  inquired Rooster, noting the small wee child poking her head out of a door.  When Amanda turned to see (who else would it be?) Rooster karate chopped her expertly and she fell to the floor.  He then chased after the little girl who slammed the door\emdash but didn\rquote t lock it.  She fled to her bed and under it\emdash but didn\rquote t scream.\par
\tab Nor did she scream when Rooster dragged her out.  She was hysterical, her antics all the norm for a child being dragged out by a strange man but she made no sounds.\par
\tab Rooster smacked her bottom\emdash hard.  The girl, approximately seven, was shocked; her mouth hung open, eyes wide, and no sound whatsoever.  Quickly then, whilst the girl was in stunned shock Rooster secured her via handy rope tying her up hog tie style.  No gag needed for this one.  He then carried her into the living room where her mother was just beginning to stir.\par
\tab A handy stun gun was just the thing here.\par
\tab Amanda twitched, drooled, wet herself; Miranda cried silently.\par
\tab Like with her husband, Rooster made Amanda naked.  Then he stripped off his own clothing and lay on the woman who was still twitching and \ldblquote not of this world.\rdblquote   Rooster smiled to her, fondled her breasts, lay his cock against her womanness, and casually casted an eye to the highly distraught daughter.\par
\tab Spreading the woman\rquote s legs he went down on her.  When she began to fuss\emdash he zapped her with the stun gun.  For several minutes he dwelled on eating out her pussy never minding the fact that she had peed.  Nipping her clit got her thrashing about, zapping her pussy and asshole at the same time (a prong in her cunt and one in the hole) got her crazy.\par
\tab Amanda was well stimulated\emdash so was Rooster!\par
\tab As the woman twitched, drooled, peed, and her bowels became \ldblquote loosened\rdblquote , (ewewew) Rooster mounted her shoving his sheathed schlong into her sex.  His eyes became transfixed with Amanda\rquote s.  She was out of her mind with her neck muscles tightening, nostrils flaring, eyes blaring.  Rooster eased into her sex and began to pump\emdash slowly at first but then the dog in him kicked in and it was all about the orgasm.\par
\tab Amanda thrashed about some, gurgled, and spoke incoherently.  Her nipples hardened and her pussy, despite the offence, came.\par
\tab The woman\rquote s body shuddered; the stench from her \ldblquote loose bowels\rdblquote  filled the air conditioned room, and the sex sweat also permeated the air.  Rooster finished his deed, sat back and removed the soiled condom.  A moment was stolen to gander at Amanda.  Any other time and she would have been a right fine dish to have.  Her racist husband had fine tastes.\par
\tab Rooster\rquote s eyes then fell to the little girl, Miranda.\par
\tab First! Though,\par
\tab A little cleanup was in order\emdash specifically any evidence of DNA.\par
\tab Various chemicals were used on Amanda\rquote s soiled cunt; a syringe inserted into her cunt DEEPLY splashed a concoction of chemicals that would eradicate any useful DNA.  More chemicals were used on the door handles.  Then,\par
\tab The pretty seven year old had also wet herself.  To Rooster, it didn\rquote t matter but only excited him.  Laying the girl down beside her mindless mother Rooster stripped her clothing off.  Then, kneeling between her opened legs he took a long looksee at her goodie.  Soft, smooth, hairless, inviting.  It was just a little puffy, her pussy was, and Rooster had to wonder if her racist daddy \ldblquote got some\rdblquote ; or did he finger her and leave it at that?\par
\tab Too late to ask him now.\par
\tab The girl\rquote s cunny was well wet with her urine.  Rooster didn\rquote t mind and lapped up the cunny until it was twitching.  Then he lay beside the hapless child fingering her.  He took his time and was in no hurry.  It was late afternoon and he was waiting for the late evening.\par
\tab At length, and with his schlong nicely wrapped in fine lambskin, the deflowering of Miranda took place.  There was effort, resistance, but the deflowering came\emdash and so did Rooster!\par
\tab Cupping the girl\rquote s butt the man power slammed his cock into her pounding the back of the girl\rquote s cunny.  His meat stick stretched to the maximum\emdash 7-plus inches.  The pounding repeated itself over and over until the explosion ended the event.  Pulling out he smacked his still sheathed schlong against her broken-in cunny; poked her asshole, then re-fucked the girl (unsheathed.)\par
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\tab A little spanking, poking the untouched hole, more spanking, and Rooster Nest was at it again.  Little Miranda was a little bit of a fighter but a hard slap to her face and then an even harder slap to her ass settled her right out.  Enthused (by the slapping) Rooster sat on the sofa bringing the stunned naked child to him laying her across his lap.  It was evening type time and he could just barely hear music and televisions from adjoining apartments so the insulation was so-so.\par
\tab So the spanking of Miranda was a go.\par
\tab Her screams, anyways, were in a range too high for human ears.\par
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\pard\tab Smacking the ass flesh of the seven year old seriously enthused the ex-Army Intelligence man.  Turning the flesh of the youngster a bright red hue made him smile his quirky smile.  Squeezing the flesh, pinching, and then smacking it some more got him hard-hard-hard.\par
\tab After smoothing his hand over the seared bum he put the child down onto the floor into a doggie-style position.  Then, after licking her asshole thoroughly, finger it, licking it some more, he shoved his unprotected cock into the unfucked hole and\emdash fucked it.\par
\tab Amanda lay twitching on the floor watching with hollow eyes.\par
\tab Miranda cried.\par
\tab Rooster howled\emdash albeit silently.\par
\tab Cleanup via chemicals followed.  The chemical treatment to mother and daughter was not pleasing; kind of a serious stinging sensation and when done so with a syringe depositing the eradicating DNA DEEP inside their bodies\emdash well, it was an internal itch that couldn\rquote t be scratched.\par
\tab Rooster had a solution.\par
\tab It wasn\rquote t pretty.\par
\tab The 9mm Glock w/silencer returned to play and was inserted into Amanda\rquote s cunt. The entire length of the silencer went in.  And for a kick the man fucked her with it before pulling the trigger.\par
\tab The woman\rquote s entire body twitched for several seconds before going still.\par
\tab Rooster sat back on his haunches looking the lifeless body of the woman over.  He sighed, farted, and took in the woman; he was a little saddened by her demise.  She wasn\rquote t the first.  A fine woman; he wondered if she were as racist as her husband had been.  Too late now.\par
\tab For Miranda, another fuck, more spanking, then to set the investigators and coroner on their heels, he inserted the Glock\rquote s silencer (all the way) into the girl\rquote s asshole\emdash then pulled the trigger.\par
\tab Afterwards and there was cleanup to do, then a shower, then a raid to the refrigerator helping himself to Randy\rquote s brews.  More cleanup taking painstaking measures to ensure there would be no evidence to be found.  The local constabulary would be in fits over this one.  They, at length, called in the FBI, the investigation lagged on\emdash months after the foul deed.\par
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Back at the porch setting\'85\par
\tab\ldblquote Did he say how much?\rdblquote\par
\tab Rooster shrugged, \ldblquote Man\rquote s got connections, connections got deep pockets.\rdblquote\par
\tab Moose mused, \ldblquote He\rquote s got some businesses, don\rquote t he; that logging outfit, trucking?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Yep, but he\rquote s willing to lay out serious cash to, uh, \ldblquote fix\rdblquote  his problem.\rdblquote\par
\tab Mina Warhze was Andy Bytheduck\rquote s problem.  She was a lawyer, for one, and a bitch for two.  Both were run-off candidates for city council and they had aspirations for mayor in coming years, too.  Both were running disparaging ads against one another digging up as much dirt as possible to smear the other for the good peoples of the land to turn against him/her.\par
\tab\ldblquote If the money\rquote s good, then, yeah, I\rquote m interested.\rdblquote  Moose said casually.\par
\tab\ldblquote He\rquote s serious, fifty thousand.\rdblquote\par
\tab Moose swigged on his moon juice and nearly verily choked.\par
\tab\ldblquote He\rquote s serious.\rdblquote  Moose stated trying to recover without looking like a douche.\par
\tab\ldblquote You interested?\rdblquote  Moose asked.\par
\tab\ldblquote Not this time.\rdblquote  He had other pokes in the fire.\par
\tab\ldblquote I\rquote ll do it.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote I\rquote ll let him know.\rdblquote\par
\tab The rest of the evening was all about drinking, the wars in other countries, and more drinking.  Finally, with the hour late, Moose trotted back to his truck and made his way home.\par
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A horse walks into a bar; the bartender says he says \ldblquote So why the long face?\rdblquote\par
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Farmer goes to the vet and says, \ldblquote My horse is constipated.\rdblquote\line The vet tells him \ldblquote Take one of these pills, put it in a long tube, stick the other end in the horse\rquote s ass, and blow the pill up there.\rdblquote\line Farmer comes back the next day and he looks very sick.\line The vet says, \ldblquote What happened?\rdblquote\line Farmer says, \ldblquote Fucking horse blew first!\rdblquote  \line\line Farmer and his wife go into town for dinner; both have news for the other.\par
Farmer  \ldblquote You know, for years I\rquote ve been trying to get the infertile chickens fertile, well, as of today they ARE fertile!\rdblquote\par
Farmer\rquote s Wife \ldblquote That\rquote s great!  And for years, you know, I\rquote ve been infertile, too; but I\rquote ve got news for you, I\rquote m pregnant!\rdblquote\par
Farmer \ldblquote That\rquote s great!\rdblquote\par
Farmer\rquote s Wife \ldblquote How\rquote d you get the chickens to be fertile?\rdblquote\par
Farmer \ldblquote I switched cocks.\rdblquote\par
Farmer\rquote s Wife  \ldblquote What a coincidence!\rdblquote\par
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\pard Little Johnny dashes into classroom.\par
\tab\ldblquote Late again!\rdblquote  the grade school teacher scolds to little Johnny.\line\tab\ldblquote It\rquote s not my fault, teacher!  You can blame my Pa on this one.\rdblquote\par
\tab Teacher sighs, sits on the edge of her desk, arms folded,\par
\tab\ldblquote Alright,\rdblquote  she says dejectedly, \ldblquote let\rquote s here it.\rdblquote   The teacher was wise to all of Little Johnny\rquote s excuses but found some of them amusing.\par
\tab\ldblquote Well, Ma\rquote am, the reason I\rquote m three hours late is because my Pa sleeps naked.\rdblquote\par
\tab This was new.  Teacher rolled her eyes.  \lquote You\rquote re late because your Pa sleeps naked.  This oughta be good.\rquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Go on.\rdblquote  despite her mounting fears she asked for more clarification.\par
\tab\ldblquote Well, you see, there\rquote s been this coyote at the farm, usually a ways off but he\rquote s always howling and each night for a while now he\rquote s been getting closer.\rdblquote\par
\tab Little Johnny and Trouble were old friends; but he always told the truth.\par
\tab\ldblquote Now lately the for past few nights he\rquote s been getting Ma\rquote s hens and recently killed Ma\rquote s only milkin\rquote  goat.  So, last night, when Pa heard a noise out in the chicken house he grabbed his gun and said that he was going out to shoot!\rdblquote\par
\tab Teacher drew in her breath, she maintained herself with as much dignity a 40 yr old grade school teacher could summon.  Little Johnny was going somewhere with this\emdash she hoped.\par
\tab\ldblquote And like I said, Pa was a sleepin\rquote  naked.\rdblquote  That\rquote s the important part of the story.\par
\tab\ldblquote So he goes out there in the middle of the night, stuck the .3006 into the coop and as he waited to get the draw on the mangy coyote up comes our hound, Bocephus and he stuck his nose right up Pa\rquote s crack.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Teacher, we\rquote ve been up cleaning chickens ever since!\rdblquote\par
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\tab Little Johnny is walking down the country road one day with something cupped in his hands.  The old farmer sitting on the porch sees him coming and wonders what he is up to.\par
\tab\ldblquote Hey, Johnny, whatcha got there?\rdblquote\par
\tab Johnny replies, \ldblquote Gots me a bullfrog, goin\rquote  to town to get me a bull!\rdblquote\par
\tab The old farmer chuckles.  \ldblquote Alright, Johnny, have a good trip.\rdblquote\par
\tab A short while later and here comes Johnny leading a bull!\par
\tab The old farmer scratches his head; puzzled.\par
\tab Next day, here comes Johnny again something cupped in his hands. \par
\tab The old farmer looks up from his paper and asks again, \par
\tab\ldblquote Whatcha got in your hands?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Got me a horsefly, goin\rquote  to town to get me a horse!\rdblquote\par
\tab The old farmer shakes his head, \lquote What a strange boy.\rquote   He sits back and waits.  And, sure enough, here comes Little Johnny leading a horse!  The old farmer is stunned.\par
\tab Very next morning, here\rquote s Johnny walking passed by with again something in his hands.  The old farmer looks up and asks, \ldblquote Whatcha got in your hands today?\rdblquote\par
\tab Johnny says, \ldblquote Got me a pussy willow, goin\rquote  to town\'85\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Wait for me, I\rquote m comin\rquote  with you!\rdblquote\par
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\tab The candidates, Andy Bytheduck and Mina Warhaze, really-really-really wanted to be city councilperson.  It paved the way to be mayor later on and they really-really wanted that job.  They both had high aspirations, no integrity, no morals, mud slinging abilities, and would do anything\emdash anything to win the run-off election.\par
\tab Anything.\par
\tab Well, not them personally, they farmed out the \ldblquote anything.\rdblquote\par
\tab Mina was dishing out dirt on her rival; dirty politicking, digging up shit from 20-30 years ago\emdash along with making up shit that poor Andy had to spend precious campaigning time to defend publically.  Finally, enough was enough; scams of this, planted evidence of that, and hurtful misstatements from the Warhaze camp pushed Andy over the edge.  He was offering a cool $50,000 in cash for someone, anyone, to \ldblquote take care of\rdblquote  his Mina problem.\par
\tab To take care of\'85\par
\tab To thwart\'85\par
\tab To piss off royally so she will fuck up while bitching to media\'85\par
\tab To remove her from public eye\'85  Bingo!\par
\tab Some people go into politics obstinately to help people but secretly to line their own pockets and purposes.  Both Andy and Mina had such cause.  Andy, however, had deep pockets, if not his own then others who supported him.  He had resources Mina did not.\par
\tab He also had contacts; unscrupulous contacts where money offered made all the difference in the world.\par
\tab\ldblquote How would you like this to go down?\rdblquote  Moose asked informally.\par
\tab Milton Borrowbee was nervous, sweating, mind in a whirl knowing that he was in deep\emdash much deeper than he ought to be.\par
\tab\ldblquote I-I don\rquote t know,\rdblquote  he said unsurely, \ldblquote I-I really don\rquote t.\rdblquote\par
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\pard\tab Moose sighed, it wasn\rquote t his line of work, but there were occasions, when the money was right, that opportunity presented itself.  Such was the case present.\par
\tab\ldblquote W-what do you think?\rdblquote\par
\tab Moose mused; Milton was a pussy, he was a former accountant, dentist, and girls softball coach.  Of the being a dentist and softball coach he had been \ldblquote accused\rdblquote  but not convicted of being a little too friendly with his job.  He was not a strong man, not in voice or body or general overall persona.  He was meek and was only bolstered into prominence by his association with candidate Andy.\par
\tab\ldblquote You want her to disappear?\rdblquote\par
\tab Milton nodded, but sweated and exhibited great nervousness.\par
\tab\ldblquote Don\rquote t worry about it,\rdblquote  Moose said at length, \ldblquote I\rquote ll come up with something.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote She needs to be smeared.\rdblquote  Milton said hurriedly.\par
\tab\ldblquote Oh?\rdblquote\par
\tab Milton tried to regain himself, catch himself,\par
\tab\ldblquote Yeah, she\emdash she\rquote s said some stuff about Andy that\emdash that just isn\rquote t right.\rdblquote\par
\tab Milton was a sensible man, a pussy, but a sensible man with a heart.\par
\tab Milton was not a violent man.\par
\tab\ldblquote Well, don\rquote t worry about it,\rdblquote  smiled Moose, \ldblquote these things have a way of working themselves out.\rdblquote\par
\tab Moose offered the man another glass of \lquote shine.\par
\tab\ldblquote She shouldn\rquote t have said those things about Andy.\rdblquote  bitched the timid man.\par
\tab\ldblquote Probably not, but this is a campaign for a prominent seat; people will say anything to get what they want.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote She needs to be punished.\rdblquote   The moonshine the man was swigging was working.\par
\tab\ldblquote Well,\rdblquote  drawled Moose, \ldblquote I\rquote ve got some ideas.\rdblquote  then, \ldblquote Do you?\rdblquote\par
\tab Milton swished his drink in the glass, then downed it.\par
\tab\ldblquote I\rquote d\emdash I\rquote d like to see her embarrassed.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote That can be done.\rdblquote  Moose waited.  The man had ideas swirling in his head, along with the potent 90 proof!\par
\tab\ldblquote I dunno,\rdblquote  said the man slurring his speech a little, \ldblquote naked pictures of her.\rdblquote\par
\tab It was a beginning.\par
\tab\ldblquote And?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote With men,\rdblquote  Milton said with a smile, \ldblquote and women.\rdblquote\par
\tab Moose smiled.\par
\tab\ldblquote Good start.\rdblquote  then, \ldblquote Anything else?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote And dogs.\rdblquote\par
\tab Moose was intrigued.\par
\tab Dogs, horses, boys.\par
\tab\ldblquote Boys?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Teen boys.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Young boys?\rdblquote\par
\tab Milton licked his lips, swallowed hard, thought harder; then,\par
\tab\ldblquote Yeah, young boys.\rdblquote\par
\tab\lquote what about yourself,\rquote  Moose asked via his EMAD, \lquote you like teen boys, young boys?\rquote\par
\tab The hour was early, lazy summer Saturday; Moose\rquote s double wide blue/white trailer was inviting, relaxing, cool.  Most \ldblquote trailers\rdblquote  had simple swamp coolers to keep the inhabitants cool.  Fuck that, after a couple of swelter summers and Moose replaced the swamp cooler on top of the two units with air cooler air conditioning.\par
\tab Simple furnishings, country style; no big screen television but a good sized wall mounted one regardless.  A nice stereo; some antique table lamps, throw rugs, soft lighting, good thick carpeting, and a wet bar made the interior of the rinky-dink trailers calming, inviting, relaxing.\par
\tab Milton swished his drink, staring into oblivion.  He sat on an upgraded furnishing, one of those button-tuck leather swivel/rocker/recliner chairs.  There was a matching love seat, too; but Moose wouldn\rquote t part with his country style sofa.\par
\tab\ldblquote Young boys, yeah.\rdblquote  Milton answered.  He liked \lquote em young, and boys.\par
\tab\ldblquote Girls, too?\rdblquote\par
\tab Yeah, girls, too.  But mostly boys.\par
\tab That made things interesting, doncha think?  Cluck-cluck!\par
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Here is a chicken recipe that also includes the use of popcorn as a stuffing.  Imagine that!  When I found this recipe, I thought it was perfect for people like me who just are not sure how to tell when poultry is thoroughly cooked but not dried out.\line BAKED STUFFED CHICKEN\line 5 lb. baking chicken\line 1 cup melted butter\line 1 cup stuffing\line 1 cup uncooked popcorn\line Salt/pepper to taste\line Preheat oven to 350 degrees.  Brush chicken well with melted butter, salt, and pepper.  Fill cavity with stuffing and popcorn.  Place in baking pan with the neck end toward the back of the oven.\line Now, Listen for the popping sounds.  When the chicken\rquote s ass blows the oven door open and the chicken flies across the room, it is done.\line And you thought I couldn\rquote t cook!\line\par
Cum stains for everyone!\par
\tab\lquote stand up.\rquote\par
\tab Karyn stood up.  A pretty girl, sandy blond hair tied back in a middle of the back length loose pony tail.  Beautiful smile, beautiful eyes.  The eleven year old had a good personality; outward going, could sing, clean up after her doggie, and give a perv a reason to live.\par
\tab A deep purple shirt she wore, short sleeved with stitched designs on the sleeves; she wore jeans with matching purple pockets.  She had a nice butt, nice crotch, nice smile.  And dribbles of cum dripping off her face would be nice, too!\par
\tab But first!\par
\tab\lquote take off your shirt.\rquote\par
\tab Compliance!\par
\tab No fuss, no hesitation.  The happy girl with jutting upper mouth/teeth unbuttoned her light airy purple shirt and let it drop to the floor.  Her shoes and lavender socks had already been removed.\par
\tab\lquote take off your pants.\rquote\par
\tab No hesitation, no fussing, no screwing up her face; the jeans were undone and pushed down revealing lime green panties.  Nice!\par
\tab\lquote like what you see?\rquote\par
\tab Milton Borrowbee nodded.  He sweated, blinked his eyes a lot, licked his lips, and had the want-lust etched on his face.\par
\tab Boys Hector and Tommy nodded their heads, too.\par
\tab Karyn rolled her panties down on further EMAD command, stepped out of them and stood butt naked before the boys, another girl, Milton, and Moose Turdpie.  She was a good choice; selected from the pizzeria in town where she hung with several others she had great potential.\par
\tab The girl was eleven and had a nice crop of pubes.  The girl was lightly bathed in light from Moose\rquote s low light emitting table lamps.  The scene was within Moose\rquote s humble abode; the hour was evening type time.  The shades and curtains were drawn, the a/c on, and the dawn of sin was about to begin.\par
\tab\lquote stand up.\rquote  Hector was told.\par
\tab The boy complied.  He was of Mexican origin, but Americanized.\par
\tab Nice looking fellow; short dark hair, dark Mexican skin, good body size, likeable, friendly, avid soccer player.  When he pushed his short brown walking shorts down (along with his tidy-whiteys) his eleven year old cock was proudly prominent.  He liked the naked Karyn.  A lot!\par
\tab The two children were brought together with Karyn taking holt of Hector\rquote s cock.  \ldblquote Loving,\rdblquote  as she was so instructed, \ldblquote caress it.\rdblquote   the outgoing girl did so (and Hector\rquote s cock grew harder, stronger, hotter.\par
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\pard\tab Just how much the children were \ldblquote aware\rdblquote  of what they were doing wasn\rquote t clear; but Karyn was all a blush and Hector was all grins.\par
\tab\lquote reach around,\rquote  Hector was electronically minded, \lquote rub her ass.\rquote\par
\tab The boy complied; his throbbing hot hard cock pressed against Karyn\rquote s body nicely.  The girl was a shortie and was a whole head beneath Hector.  The two embraced and then Karyn \ldblquote dropped to her knees\rdblquote  before Hector\rquote s cunt pleasing cock.\par
\tab Milton was all eyes, perched right on the edge of his seat, he was pensive like a wild animal ready to strike.  Moose played it cool; thinking ahead he smiled.  Then he continued with the kids.\par
\tab Whether or not Karyn Killdillhopper had ever seen a boy naked was not known but she looked Hector\rquote s cock over, smiled, and then proceeded to carry out the command goading her on:  \lquote kiss his cock\rquote  followed by \lquote suck his cock.\rquote\par
\tab Tommy Treeshoes and Sara Kat sitting nearby on the floor\emdash their mouths dropped to the floor.  Karyn closed her pretty blue eyes and pressed her lips to Hector\rquote s pulsing prong.  There was awareness there among them all but the amazing EMAD managed to curb their adverse reactions, still their horror, and instill upon them that what they were doing was ok.\par
\tab Regardless, Karyn made a face as she \ldblquote went down\rdblquote  on her friend\rquote s dick.\par
\tab Milton began massaging his.  Time was nearing.\par
\tab Karyn sucked and sucked and sucked; she made faces, retched, gagged, but sucked and sucked and sucked.  There was no explosion from Hector who admitted to jerking off \ldblquote now and then\rdblquote  but he wasn\rquote t avid about doing so.  After much ado about sucking the girl was ordered to lay down \ldblquote and spread your legs.\rdblquote\par
\tab Moose thought Milton would explode.  The man took in the full nakedness of the young girl and although he professed to having a strong like to young boys; there, too, was a strong and equal like to young girls.  Go figure.\par
\tab Karyn spread her legs and Hector was ready to explode.\par
\tab The boy had seen wee little girls naked but no girls his age (or older.)\par
\tab Sex acts were limited to old fashioned Missionary.  Doggie-style, around-the-world, Reverse Missionary, and other tantric acts were a mystery to the boy.  But he was willing to learn!  And his first lesson was to \ldblquote go down\rdblquote  on Karyn.  Inasmuch as she had sucked him\emdash it was his turn to suck her.  The low light in the large living room bathed the naked girl in a wondrous pale yellow light.  Her nakedness was incredible and bits of cum was beginning to drip from Hector\rquote s schlong.\par
\tab Milton\rquote s attention drifted from the naked Karyn to the naked Hector.  His azure eyes focusing in on the boy\rquote s swinging balls, his ass, everything.  It wouldn\rquote t be long now.  Hector noshed on Karyn\rquote s cunt making her squirm.  She giggled, peed, and bucked into the Mexican-American boy\rquote s face laughing all the way.\par
\tab Soon, and Hector Azal was driving his bone into Karyn.  There was blood coating his cock and balls but not much.  The young girl made a little cry out as her cunny was breeched but other than that it was a tolerable \ldblquote first time\rdblquote  experience.  Hector fucked the young girl until cumming off a few minutes later.  He had never cum off before but after doing so he wanted to do so many times over.\par
\tab Karyn\rquote s snatch box was sore.  Hector rolled off and was in a tizzy; his cock and balls, his body overall were in a fiery wreck of sexual emotions.  Using his own underwear he cleaned off his cock and then wiped down Karyn\rquote s cunt before the girl was commanded to stand and come to Milton.\par
\tab Moose waited.\par
\tab The room was cool but there, too, were waves of heat.  Sex heat.\par
\tab Milton stared and stared at the beautiful naked eleven year old.\par
\tab\lquote do you like \lquote em even younger?\rquote  Moose was curious.\par
\tab Milton didn\rquote t answer right off but Moose got the notion that he did.\par
\tab Standing up and the timid pussy of a man dropped his pants and undies.  His manhood stood out and was about average.  The tip was already soiled with his man juice.  Tugging on it and Milton made it longer\emdash and on his own he put his hand to the back of the young girl\rquote s head bringing her in.\par
\tab\lquote kiss it.\rquote  Moose e-minded to the girl.\par
\tab There was slight hesitation but that was probably due to the mixed emotions swirling about her.  She did press her lips to the man\rquote s cock but the taste of his cum was not to her liking and she very nearly vomited.  No amount of electronic input could circumvent the distaste of sperm.\par
\tab Anyways, she did roll her tongue around the super sensitive super soiled cock head; then glided her mouth up and down the shaft like blowing on a harmonica before taking the whole of the man\rquote s cock into her mouth and sucking it.  Good girl!  She retched, gagged, spurted, and almost coughed up a lung but managed to suck well bringing the man\rquote s stout prong to a glorious end\emdash happy ending!  The spunk mattered bursted into the girl\rquote s mouth\emdash then he pulled out and blasted the remainder onto her sweet-sweet face.\par
\tab There was a little exhaustion but Milton continued (on his own volition) and sat back down, opened his legs, and brought the naked eleven year into him.  His cock was still hard (and still spurting!)  He hugged Karyn, ran his fingers thru her hair, ran his hands up and down her arms, cupped and squeezed her butt, drew the back of a finger to her pussy, then hugged her again.\par
\tab\lquote lay across his lap.\rquote\par
\tab Milton accepted the girl across his lap.\par
\tab\ldblquote Give her a swat.\rdblquote  suggested Moose.\par
\tab Milton paused a moment then landed a light handed smack to the girl\rquote s ass.\par
\tab Moose wasn\rquote t impressed.\par
\tab\lquote try again\emdash harder.\rquote  he e-minded to the timid in-the-closet pervert.\par
\tab Milton smacked Karyn\rquote s ass\emdash a little harder.\par
\tab Then again.\par
\tab Then once more.\par
\tab Karyn was \ldblquote aware\rdblquote  of being smacked and she didn\rquote t care for it.  Moose tried fidgeting with her mind to except the spanking but her emotions were too wrecked to do so.  Oh well.  Milton didn\rquote t \ldblquote abuse\rdblquote  the girl too much longer or harder.  He stood her up, hugged her, then\emdash\par
\tab On the thick carpeted floor was Karyn laid\emdash again.\par
\tab Milton looked her over as he would a fine dessert.  And she was!  A very nice body she had, and the light bathing her only intensified such.  Milton knelt between her legs, opened them a bit more, and eyed her cunny.  The man was almost drooling.  His cock was amazingly hard (and dripping!)\par
\tab While Milton eased his hard dripping manhood into the young Karyn\rquote s pussy,\par
\tab\lquote take off your clothes.\rquote\par
\tab The other two eleven year olds present stood up and undressed.\par
\tab Milton\rquote s attention was all on Karyn.\par
\tab Tommy Treeshoes had sisters; older and younger, so, yeah, he had seen a naked girl.\par
\tab\lquote do anything \ldblquote naughty\rdblquote  with them?\rquote\par
\tab Sheepishly and the boy admitted that with two of the four he was.\par
\tab Details:  the thirteen year he was having fun with in the way of mutual masturbation, showering together.  No oral, no anal.  The eight year old sister he was doing same but she WAS giving him oral.  He was doing same to her.\par
\tab Of friends Karyn and Sara\emdash yeah, he\rquote d like to see THEM naked, too.\par
\tab Of friends Karyn and Sara\emdash yeah, he\rquote d like to mutual masturbate them, rub his dick on them, and definitely get off in their mouth.  Pussy and asshole would follow.\par
\tab Moose took first dibs with Sara; cuddling her between his naked legs, his cock gliding nicely up and down her peach fuzzed cunt.  The pre-cum soiling his cock\rquote s head made things all the nicer.  Caressing the girl\rquote s ass was nice, too.  On the floor and Milton was sliding his cock into Karyn.  He liked boys but girls were in there just as good.\par
\tab Moose laid back on the sofa lengthwise bringing the naked Sara onto him.\par
\tab More cuddling, more caressing.\par
\tab On the floor and Milton had cum.  He wasn\rquote t boisterous about it, no antics, no announcement or even a shout out to God.  Karyn made some yelps but otherwise her emotions were checked.  The man withdrew and lay heaving on his back beside her.  Karyn\rquote s mind was in total disarray and she lay nakedly still.\par
\tab Checking Tommy, part American-Indian, part Mexican-American, Moose gave him the nudge to \lquote fuck her.\rquote   Slight hesitation and then he was mounting Karyn sliding his willing cock into her.  As he got busy with the fuck, Milton, lying beside them, began caressing Tommy\rquote s ass.\par
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A little bit and a while ago, this happened\par
\tab It was another lazy summer; with chores done, Milton made for the tool shed where he had a bevy of projects he was into.  Bird houses, dog houses, bird feeders, small go-cart models, anything of wood.  Suddenly, in comes his best friend, \ldblquote Pony-boy\rdblquote .\par
\tab\ldblquote Hey, whatsya doin\rquote ?\rdblquote  he asked.\par
\tab Same thing as he (Milton) did every day\emdash try and take over the world!\par
\tab Oh, no; try and build a better bird house.  Same thing.\par
\tab Pony-boy was full of energy; \ldblquote Pony-boy\rdblquote  wasn\rquote t his real name, it was Kory, Kory Kanepole.  And Pony-boy wasn\rquote t an association with horseys\emdash it was his shoulder length ponytail he refused to cut despite the times of the day that frowned on young boys with \ldblquote girl\rquote s\rdblquote  hair.\par
\tab\ldblquote Hey,\rdblquote  said Pony-boy, \ldblquote I found something we can do.\rdblquote  He was all smiles.\par
\tab Milton was wary, Pony-boy was known for mischief; and usually, that included Milton.  The boy was clad in his typical wear; faded blue well-worn bib overalls.  He wore old shoes, no socks (and seldom underwear, too!)\par
\tab Milton was game.  \ldblquote Ok,\rdblquote  he said, \ldblquote what?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Cock sucking!\rdblquote\par
\tab Milton gave him a \ldblquote WTF?\rdblquote  look.\par
\tab\ldblquote Are you serious?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Damn straight!\rdblquote  beamed Pony-boy.\par
\tab\ldblquote It\rquote s real fun!\rdblquote  said the enthusiastic boy.\par
\tab Milton wrinkled his nose; he had only recently discovered the pleasures of playing with his cock.  For years, he and his best friend peed together, swam naked in the rivers, lakes, ponds, and Pony-boy\rquote s backyard (dashing about under the spray of a sprinkler\emdash when no parental units were home.)\par
\tab Sex was something that was hazy to the boys\emdash but there was curiosity about the opposite sex.  A lot of curiosity.\par
\tab\ldblquote Sooo, what do we do?\rdblquote  asked Milton curiously.\par
\tab\ldblquote Simple,\rdblquote  said a grinning Pony-boy, \ldblquote you suck mine and I\rquote ll suck yours!\rdblquote\par
\tab Simple.\par
\tab Milton gulped.\par
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\pard Tastes like string cheese!\par
\tab One thing Milton noted about his friend, his cock was \ldblquote banana\rdblquote  shaped.\par
\tab For another, Kory \ldblquote Pony-boy\rdblquote  was clean; his face and hands especially.  Usually and the boy was grimy with dirt, grass, something from on his dad\rquote s garage floor, whatever.  His dirt blond hair was askew, as always, his blue eyes were bright, his teeth mostly white.  And his cock was banana shaped!\par
\tab Inside, towards the back of the tool from where Milton had been putting together bird houses, the boys pushed down their pants.  Pony-boy, wearing his typical faded bib-overalls stood rocking on his feet, grinning ear to ear.  Milton was apprehensive.\par
\tab\ldblquote Come on, Embee, suck me!\rdblquote  chided Pony.\par
\tab Embee (Milton Borrowbee\emdash think about it) wasn\rquote t really into the deed presented him.  But, wrinkling his nose he thought it best to just \ldblquote do it\rdblquote  and get it over with.  He had no idea what it would be like\emdash and frankly, he didn\rquote t want to.\par
\tab Pony tugged his penis\rquote  skin to the base; the cock wasn\rquote t too hard and hung to the left a bit.  Milton had seen his friend\rquote s cock before, they had been naked together many-many times; skinny dipping, peeing in the woods, running amok naked in their backyards.  But this was different.  Way different.\par
\tab\ldblquote Stop yer stalling and do it!\rdblquote  bitched Pony.\par
\tab Milton, disgruntled\emdash and disgusted by the prospect of sucking cock, knelt down and eyed his friend\rquote s half boner.  Closing his eyes he moved in.  Pony-boy did, too; tilted his head back and glided his prick against his friend\rquote s mouth.  Milton\rquote s disgust over the deed increased.\par
\tab To describe the \ldblquote taste\rdblquote  of dong\emdash he couldn\rquote t.  It was a taste unlike any other.  He was only doing to do the \ldblquote head\rdblquote  but right at the last moment and Pony shoved his cock all the way in.\par
\tab\ldblquote DUDE!\rdblquote  bitched back Milton.\par
\tab\ldblquote Aw, come on, Embee!\rdblquote  cried Pony, \ldblquote If\rquote in yer gonna do it, do it!\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote I\rquote ll do it,\rdblquote  said a pissed off Embee (did you get it yet?) but give me time.\rdblquote\par
\tab Milton huffed, let out his breath, and more than ever was unnerved.\par
\tab But, with eyes closed (again) he moved to his friend\rquote s semi-hard bone and no foreplay, no rolling the tongue about the super sensitive crown; none of that.  It was a simple lips passed the bulbous tip and then down\emdash and up.  Quick.\par
\tab\ldblquote DUDE!\rdblquote  complained Pony-boy.  \ldblquote Do it some more!\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote FUCK YOU!\rdblquote  Milton bitched loudly, and angrily.\par
\tab\ldblquote I\rquote ll do you!\rdblquote  returned Pony.\par
\tab Milton sighed (again.)  Wrinkling his mouth and nose he \ldblquote went down\rdblquote  on his friend bobbing his head back and forth several times.  When done he sat back determining that Pony\rquote s penis reminded him of string cheese.  String cheese!\par
\tab Penis flavored string cheese!\par
Cornholing 101\par
\tab To describe the sensation (of having his cock sucked) he couldn\rquote t.\par
\tab It was\emdash unique.  And Pony seemed to like it\emdash too much.  The tallow headed boy bobbed his head up and down sending incredible sensations young ten year old Milton (M-B) Borrowbee had never experienced before (but wanted to many times over!)\par
\tab Masturbation was still a bit elusive, but oral was just as pleasurable.  So pleasurable that the boys engaged in the act several more times!  That day and the rest of the week!  \ldblquote Techniques\rdblquote  did come around eventually; rolling the tongue around the super sensitive crown, diddling the tongue into the piss slit, and gliding the mouth up and down the shaft.\par
\tab The boys eventually learned self-pleasuring, too.\par
\tab Then one day,\par
\tab\ldblquote Hey!\rdblquote  said an over enthusiastic Pony-boy charging into the shed.\par
\tab Milton was somewhat startled and jumped as his eager friend barged in.\par
\tab\ldblquote What the fuck, dude!?\rdblquote  complained a distracted Milton.\par
\tab\ldblquote I knows something ELSE we can do!\rdblquote\par
\tab Milton was deeply involved in crafting mega bird house.\par
\tab\ldblquote More than what we\rquote ve been doing?\rdblquote  he liked the oral play, and the standing naked with his friend, masturbating, and \ldblquote cock fighting\rdblquote ; and in doing so there were some strange feelings erupting in his soul.  It had been a week since the two boys had entered into the realm of gaydom (though neither knew what \ldblquote gay\rdblquote  was or pertained to) but young Milton was finding strange feelings\emdash no, strange thoughts invading his mind.  He had yet to sort them out.\par
\tab Now, his goofy friend was coming to him with another gay venture.\par
\tab\ldblquote Butt fucking!\rdblquote  announced the grinning Pony-boy.\par
\tab Milton knew what \ldblquote butt\rdblquote  was, he got walloped a time or two from his Pa.\par
\tab And \ldblquote fucking\rdblquote  was\emdash was\emdash he wasn\rquote t sure.  He knew about dog sex, horses, and once saw a bull mount a cow in the nearby field.  He got the gist of \ldblquote sex\rdblquote  that a Mommy and Daddy did it in bed, in the shower, living room sofa, back of the truck, and so on.  But the actuality of the \ldblquote act\rdblquote  itself\emdash elusive.\par
\tab\ldblquote What is it?\rdblquote  Milton asked.\par
\tab\ldblquote Take yer clothes off and I\rquote ll show ya.\rdblquote\par
\tab Milton sighed, his folks were gone for the day, it was early afternoon, it was mildly warm, he was in the shed working on his projects.  He shrugged and made for the sanctity and security of the back area of the shed\emdash out of sight of potential interlopers.  Country folk always were dropping by; for spreading gossip, bringing a load of fruits and vegetables, seeing what the folk they were visiting up to.\par
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\pard\tab Milton shed his clothes; Pony-boy stripped off his.\par
\tab\ldblquote Now what?\rdblquote  asked Milton.\par
\tab\ldblquote Turn around.\rdblquote  grinned Pony-boy.\par
\tab Milton wasn\rquote t sure and there were some reservations beginning to swim about him.  But he turned nakedly around.\par
\tab\ldblquote Bend over.\rdblquote\par
\tab Milton objected, \ldblquote Why?\rdblquote  usually when he \ldblquote bent over\rdblquote  he was going to get the belt from his pissed off Pa.\par
\tab\ldblquote Just do it!\rdblquote\par
\tab Milton sighed; Pony wasn\rquote t equipped with a belt.\par
\tab As soon as Milton was \ldblquote bent over\rdblquote  hands on his knees, best friend (best cock sucking friend) tried to shove his cock up his ass.\par
\tab\ldblquote WHAT THE HELL!?\rdblquote  yelled Milton charging up and turning around.\par
\tab\ldblquote It\rquote s butt sex, I told ya!\rdblquote  exclaimed a giggling Pony-boy.\par
\tab Milton was miffed\emdash and alarmed.\par
\tab\ldblquote All it is is instead of putting my cock in yer mouth I put it in your ass!\rdblquote\par
\tab Wow.  Milton Borrowbee couldn\rquote t wrap his head around that concept.\par
\tab\ldblquote That\rquote s wacked!\rdblquote  he said.\par
\tab\ldblquote Yeah,\rdblquote  grinned Pony, \ldblquote but fun.  It\rquote ll feel good, too!\rdblquote\par
\tab Wrinkling his nose and having stronger reservations the boy sighed and turned around again.  Pony-boy pressed his hard cock against his friend\rquote s unbreeched shit hole and attempted entry.\par
\tab No-go.\par
\tab There was determination but the unfucked hole refused to give.\par
\tab\ldblquote Yer too tight!\rdblquote  Pony-boy said.\par
\tab Milton shrugged, \ldblquote I can\rquote t help that.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote You need some lube.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Lube?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Yeah, somethin\rquote  like\emdash butter!\rdblquote\par
\tab The boys gathered up their clothes and after pausing at the open double door of the shed dashed to the house.  Then up the cement steps to the kitchen door and in.  No one was home; Pa was at work at the mill, Ma was at work at the beauty parlor; Uncle Effrin was driving long haul (trucking) and not due home for a few more days; cousin Emmet was in jail, cousin Lou was on a shrimp boat.  No one home.\par
\tab Into Milton\rquote s bedroom he shared with cousin Emmet the boys went\emdash after grabbing a container of butter from the refrigerator.  Pony-boy lubed up his schlong with a helping of store bought butter.  Milton was stunned and still couldn\rquote t wrap his head around the concept of \ldblquote butt sex.\rdblquote\par
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\pard Cementing your relationship with a little dirty sex never hurt anyone\par
\tab After slathering up his cock, Kory \ldblquote Pony-boy\rdblquote  Kanepole began once more to insert himself into Embee\rquote s turd chute.  There was limited success.  Embee\rquote s cornhole was virginal and thusly still too tight; Pony\rquote s cock was not absolute hard causing his schlong to \ldblquote bend\rdblquote .\par
\tab So, Pony rammed his finger into the virgin hole.\par
\tab\ldblquote HEY!\rdblquote  yelped Milton, \ldblquote What the fuck!?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Chill, homeboy!\rdblquote  quipped Pony-boy.\par
\tab Milton had qualms enough as it was and to be \ldblquote fingered\rdblquote  was his limit.\par
\tab\ldblquote We need to unloosen yer asshole.\rdblquote  said Pony.\par
\tab Milton had turned about, his ass against his dresser.\par
\tab\ldblquote How about the plunger?\rdblquote  he offered.\par
\tab Pony smiled, \ldblquote Works for me!\rdblquote\par
\tab It didn\rquote t, however, work for Milton.  Although his asshole was lubed up with more butter, inserting the wooden handle of the toilet plunger was more uncomfortable than thought.  No-go.\par
\tab\ldblquote Need something softer.\rdblquote  Pony determined.\par
\tab\ldblquote A banana?\rdblquote\par
\tab Not a bad idea.\par
\tab So, an unpeeled banana was shoved up into Milton\rquote s cornhole.\par
\tab It was gravely uncomfortable and the young boy squirmed.\par
\tab Next up was a cucumber; followed by the long neck of one of his dad\rquote s beer bottles.  A carrot was next, then more rude fingering from Pony-boy before Milton decided enough and \ldblquote try your dick again.\rdblquote  And so right there on the kitchen floor the act of sodomy took place.\par
\tab\ldblquote You shoulda sucked my cock first.\rdblquote  said Pony-boy, \ldblquote It\rquote d been harder.\rdblquote\par
\tab Milton wasn\rquote t going to suck it now, it was covered in butter!\par
\tab But the prefucking with inanimate objects (and Pony\rquote s dire determination) but the effort a good one and he managed to slid his prick into his friend\rquote s hole.\par
\tab\ldblquote Son-of-a-bitch!\rdblquote  yelled Milton grunting as he was buggered.\par
\tab\ldblquote Take it all!\rdblquote  Pony yelled back and dramatically made ever effort to slid his ten year old cock into his friend\rquote s shitter.  The butt pounding began soon after and both boys found a new sin\emdash one that they both liked.\par
\tab Milton was a little apprehensive about shoving his bone into his friend\rquote s hole; but he did anyways\emdash this after shoving the cucumber, banana, carrot, and beer bottle in there and sodomizing his friend with much vigor and vim.  The boys were both close to being eleven years young\emdash and regardless, boys as young as ten, younger, have been known to ejaculate.  That was with both Milton and Pony, each boy, ten and a half years young, creamed the hole they were fucking.\par
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\pard When the cat\rquote s away\'85\par
\tab So, cocksucking and butt fucking became a \ldblquote way of life\rdblquote  for Milton and Pony-boy.  And after a rauncheous bout of ass play the two nearly eleven year olds hopped into the shower.  There they enjoyed a bit of cock fighting, peeing on one another, mutual masturbation, and more cornholing.\par
\tab Then one day,\par
\tab\ldblquote Hey, Embee, come over to my house.\rdblquote  Pony\rquote s house was empty and he was up to something.  Milton hung up the phone, polished off his sandwich, then peddled his bike down the lane to Pony\rquote s house.\par
\tab At the door was Pony, smoking one of his dad\rquote s cigars.\par
\tab\ldblquote Son-of-a-bitch!\rdblquote  exclaimed Milton.\par
\tab\ldblquote Come on in.\rdblquote  Pony said enthusiastically.  \ldblquote Dad just got a batch of these in, I saw where he kept them.\rdblquote\par
\tab The cigars were short and fat\emdash and stunk to high heaven.\par
\tab\'85and made the boys sicker than a dog!\par
\tab So, from cigars to beer.\par
\tab The beer wasn\rquote t to their liking, either, but didn\rquote t make them sick.\par
\tab\ldblquote How the fuck can they drink this shit!?\rdblquote  Pony bitched.\par
\tab Milton was certain that he would never drink beer\emdash ever.  It was nasty!\par
\tab\ldblquote Got something to show ya!\rdblquote  beamed Pony.\par
\tab In Pony\rquote s bedroom he pulled out from a secret compartment behind in his closet a thrashed porno magazine.  It was soiled with time, grime, dirt, mud, crud, and hoof prints.  But there were several pages in the middle that deemed ok.  More than ok\emdash some used-to-be glossy magazine pages showed adult gals butt bare assed naked, asses in the air, pointing to the viewer, revealing her arse, cunt, and the whole thang.\par
\tab Other gals were sucking HUGE man dick.\par
\tab Other gals were taking HUGE man dick into their cunts, assholes, and mouths\emdash some at the same time!  Some gals were masturbating, peeing, and squirting milk from their titties.\par
\tab\ldblquote Holy shit, dude!\rdblquote  said Milton, who seldom cussed for fear of a rash beating from his Pa.\par
\tab More pages just showed guys with huge cocks.\par
\tab One page was hard to see but there were two dudes, one was sodomizing the other on a beach scene.  It was awesome!  Other scenes on the beach had the same two men sucking one another\emdash once scene in particular was with the men 69ing.\par
\tab\ldblquote Whoa!\rdblquote  said Pony.\par
\tab\ldblquote Shit!\rdblquote  said Milton\emdash who was rubbing himself and totally engrossed in the homosexual actions.\par
\tab Pony looked down to his clothed friend.  He grinned and began humping his bed, then snaked a hand to Milton\rquote s hand and began \ldblquote helping.\rdblquote   The boys grinned to one another and then hurriedly stripped off their clothes.  Then, laying side by side facing one another they began caressing one another\emdash mostly hands on the other\rquote s ass.\par
\tab Then it happened.\par
\tab What happened?\par
\tab They kissed.\par
\tab It just sort of\emdash happened.\par
\tab Pony was the one stunned\emdash he leaned back, \ldblquote Why\rquote d you do that for?\rdblquote\par
\tab Milton shrugged, \ldblquote I-I don\rquote t know, I just did.  It felt like I should so I did.  That\rquote s all.\rdblquote  He was embarrassed.\par
\tab\ldblquote It\rquote s ok,\rdblquote  said Pony-boy, \ldblquote if you weren\rquote t gonna I was!\rdblquote  and so they kissed again.\par
\tab The boys embraced and began humping\emdash which led to Pony mounting Milton\rquote s ass and buggering him.  Laying on the bed and Milton\rquote s hard cock felt immensely good\emdash especially humping the covers there.  After he was royally sodomized he turned over and the two began kissing again as Pony came down on him.\par
\tab\ldblquote Our Pa\rquote s see us doing this and we\rquote re a couple of dead blokes!\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote No shit!\rdblquote  said Milton.\par
\tab The boys showered then as they were drying off\emdash Milton took Pony\rquote s cock and began sucking it as he was on his knees.  In the shower and he had stuffed himself up Pony\rquote s hole.  After sucking his friend to a satisfying hardness he lay on his back, \ldblquote Suck me!\rdblquote  he said.\par
\tab Pony was only too happy to comply!\par
\tab Then, it just sort of happened; as Pony began slurping on his friend\rquote s dong, and Milton caressing his thigh, Pony moved to settle his balls onto Milton\rquote s face.  Milton gobbled them.  Patting Pony\rquote s ass and Milton began ball washing his friend\rquote s nuggets.  Pony slobbered all over the cock in his mouth while Milton gobbled his balls; then he flicked his tongue to Pony\rquote s corn chute.  More ass play followed, spanking and gobbling before he took Pony\rquote s cock and began sucking it.\par
\tab The boys had found 69ing!\par
\tab The afternoon was filled with more of the same; ass play, cock banging, ass banging, rim jobbing, cock sucking, and kissing.  Another shower, some spanking, and then another attempt at smoking cigars.\par
\tab They got sick and washed it down with beer.\par
\tab Which made them sicker so they put their clothes on and went to their friend, Joe.  Joe was black.  His family had one of the biggest watermelon patches anywhere.  The boys three drank sugar colored water and ate watermelon.\par
What happens on the family farm\emdash usually results in a cousin getting pregnant\par
(Or the pig, goat, and something terrible with the school hamster\'85)\par
\tab Assigned chores:  take out the trash  Pony-boy\rquote s response?  Fuck it.\par
\tab                              mow front yard     Pony-boy\rquote s response?  Fuck it.\par
                                       take veggie basket to Aunt Flo?  Fuck it.\par
                                       do this chore, do that one, clean this, put that away.\par
\tab Pony\rquote s response?  Yep, fuck it.  It was his usual response to anything his Dad wanted him to do\emdash unless threatened.  Even then and the boy usually shirked his responsibilities.  Usually he got yelled at, sometimes a whippin\rquote .  Most times and Pony shirked those abuses off, too.\par
\tab Then one day and he was happily circle jerkin\rquote  on his bed (with that particular peculiar grungy magazine in one hand when his Dad walked in on him.  Not doing his chores was one thing but whackin\rquote  off was something else.  His Dad went off on his young naughty son; the belt was just the beginning.\par
\tab The thrashing was horrendous; the belt, the hand to the bare ass, then holding his son firmly on his bed bending the boy\rquote s legs back and walloping him some more on the bare bum not caring that he also hit the boy\rquote s balls.  And when Pony tried to fight his Dad he got smacked in the face blooding his nose and lips.  And not one black eye but two!\par
\tab The naked Pony crawled into his closet covering himself with his piled clothes (most of which he never wore).  He lay whimpering for a long time before passing out.  Staying hid out for the rest of the day seemed just the thing.  He was too stiff and sore to move much; and every sound he heard in his vicinity caused him to freeze.\par
\tab At length he went from being in fear to being enraged.\par
\tab All the night long he conjured up foul plans of vengeance.  And come the new day his plans were set\emdash but changed when he learned of his Dad\rquote s plans.  Although his Dad was the quintessential asshole, he did make a mean pot o\rquote  chili.  And that day was the day the old man was making a big batch of his famous chili; so famous that at the local fair he had won five years in a row!\par
\tab Pony could barely move and he kept far out of sight of his abusive Dad.\par
\tab\ldblquote Stay away from my chili, boy,\rdblquote  his Dad always said, \ldblquote or I\rquote ll knock you in the fuckin\rquote  head!\rdblquote\par
\tab The boy did come out to the kitchen; his Mom had already done gone to work.  His Daddy eyed him, \ldblquote You get them chores done \lquote fore I gets home or I\rquote ll whip yer fuckin\rquote  ass again!\rdblquote  then he added,\par
\tab\ldblquote And stay away from my chili!\rdblquote\par
\tab The chili was in a HUGE pot buried partly in the backyard.  Hot coals were underneath the pot, more coals were on the lid.  The pot was cast iron as was the lid.  Pony nodded.  His Daddy sneered and left for work.\par
\tab Sitting at the breakfast table he thought.  And thought.  And then thought some more.  Vengeance.  Retribution.  Retaliation.  And an hour later it came to him.  He smiled and said, \ldblquote I\rquote m gonna need some fiber for this one!\rdblquote\par
\tab A bowl of cold frosty flaked cereal to begin with.  Then a banana.  A few spoonful\rquote s of cottage cheese and his Mom\rquote s salad.  Pony wasn\rquote t much into salad but he needed the roughage.  Then he soaked in the tub for a while as his stomach digested his reprisal.  It took about two hours before he felt the first stirrings of his retribution.  Out to the backyard where the chili pot was simmering away.\par
\tab The backyard of the Kanepole home was surrounded by a huge well weathered fence.  There weren\rquote t any neighbors too close anyways but still there was a high fence; shrubs, bushes, and trees also lined the property boundary which was all well in good \lquote cause it well enough shielded Pony as he naked squatted over the open chili pot releasing his bowels.\par
\tab The first turd was huge followed by a mammoth turd followed by a small plop and then a runny stream.  Pony then grabbed up the cast iron ladle and stirred-stirred-stirred the pot mixing in the \ldblquote extra\rdblquote  ingredients.  Then he peed into the pot before hocking a generous loogie.\par
\tab Then he added more spices and flavored it up a bit more with a couple bottles of his Dad\rquote s special beer.  Then, seeing the jar of moonshine in the back of cabinet he poured that in, too!  Sure enough those extras had to quell the possible aftertaste of Pony\rquote s turds.\par
\tab That evening and Pony\rquote s redneck country friends arrived for the chili dinner.\par
\tab Just before, though, and Pony\rquote s Dad noted the absence of his specialty brews, plus the missing moonshine.  Another beating ensued; midway thru and Pony had had enough and flung himself out the bedroom room yelling \ldblquote FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE!\rdblquote  and ran off\emdash limped off\emdash to the woods and Shosoknee Creek.\par
\tab His Dad chased after him a little ways shouting,\par
\tab\ldblquote You bes\rquote  not come back, boy, gonna beat the tar outta you!\rdblquote\par
\tab Pony swum the creek\emdash the cold water was not a pleasant experience.  The creek was not big or deep, but it was cold.  On the opposite banks he lay in the mud shivering, bleeding, and losing consciousness.  That evening he made his way back, just in time to see his Dad\rquote s friends scarfing down the famous chili.  One bowl after another was choked down and that made Pony very happy.\par
\tab And it only took a couple of hours before the gathered drunk rednecks began puking their guts up.  Most heaved, blew chunks, and crapped themselves.  Pony was ecstatic!  Several of the rednecks had to go to the hospital (where later it was determined that the chili was suspected of having \ldblquote fecal\rdblquote  matter laden in it.)  Pony\rquote s reputation was soured\emdash and he was even more enraged blaming Pony.  The boy concocted that some critter must of crapped in the pot.\par
\tab His Dad, of course, didn\rquote t buy it and beat Pony unconscious.\par
Girls!\par
\tab A little girl goes to the barber\rquote s with her dad and stands next to him eating a muffin while her daddy gets a trim.\par
\tab\ldblquote You\rquote re going to get hair on your muffin.\rdblquote  says the barber.\par
\tab\ldblquote Yes, I know,\rdblquote  says the little girl, \ldblquote going to get tits, too!\rdblquote\par
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\tab A little boy and little girl out were out in the woods.  The little girl asks,\par
\tab\ldblquote What\rquote s a penis?\rdblquote\par
\tab The boy doesn\rquote t know so when he\rquote s home he asks his dad,\par
\tab\ldblquote Dad, what\rquote s a penis?\rdblquote\par
\tab The dad whips out his cock and says \ldblquote Son, THAT\rquote S a penis.  And as a matter of fact it\rquote s a PERFECT penis!\rdblquote\par
\tab Next day and the little boy and little girl are in the woods.\par
\tab\ldblquote Did you find out what a penis was?\rdblquote  asks the little girl.\par
\tab\ldblquote Yep!\rdblquote  and he whips out his cock, \ldblquote THIS is a penis.\rdblquote  He smiles boldly, \ldblquote And if it were two inches shorter it would perfect!\rdblquote   Oh!\par
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\tab The lazy days of summer were winding down; soon and school would be upon them and thus cutting into the play time.  Milton and Pony-boy had explored a great deal of their surroundings; following the creek, railroad, and various dirt roads as far as they dared.  One day they were crossing Big Meadow when they saw in the distance a rider on a horse.\par
\tab At first they thought nothing of it but they did wonder who it was.\par
\tab Then, being boys, they went \ldblquote Commando\rdblquote  stalking the rider.\par
\tab When they got close enough they saw that it was Heather Longpoke.\par
\tab Heather was sixteen, they didn\rquote t out and out know her but they knew OF her.  There\rquote s a difference.  She was on a brown Tennessee Walking horse named \ldblquote Sierra\rdblquote .  \par
\tab As the boys got closer making their way thru the wild weeds and tall grasses, their cover was not so much.\par
\tab\ldblquote Quit it!\rdblquote  bitched Heather.\par
\tab The boys tried to be stealthier, but once more,\par
\tab\ldblquote I know you are there!\rdblquote\par
\tab The boys shrugged.  And when Pony-boy kicked a small palm sized rock he smiled.  Chucking the rock with all his might he managed to \ldblquote just miss\rdblquote  Sierra.\par
\tab\ldblquote Knock it off!\rdblquote  yelled the girl turning around.  Her horse continued to go forward and the boys ducked down trying to keep out of sight.\par
\tab Pony-boy found another palm sized rock and hurled it striking Sierra on the rump.  The horse didn\rquote t like it and took off near out of control.  Milton flung a rock\emdash kind of a pussy throw and managed to hit Heather on the head!\par
\tab\ldblquote Holy shit!\rdblquote  he blurted.\par
\tab\ldblquote Good shot!\rdblquote  said Pony-boy just as amazed as Milton.\par
\tab The girl was pissed, and hurt; she whirled around and came charging towards where the boys thought they were hiding.  Milton ducked down but Pony stood right up yelling \ldblquote AHHHHHH!\rdblquote  to wit Sierra reared up tossing Heather to the ground.  The horse then ran off while his rider lay motionless on the ground.\par
\tab\ldblquote Shit!\rdblquote  Milton said almost hysterical, \ldblquote She\rquote s fucking dead!\rdblquote\par
\tab Heather was not \ldblquote fucking dead.\rdblquote   She was unconscious.  Pony pointed out the fact that she was breathing\emdash and had pissed herself.\par
\tab For a long moment the boys stood looking at the girl.\par
\tab\ldblquote Whattya think we should do?\rdblquote  Milton asked sheepishly.\par
\tab\ldblquote Fuck if I know.\rdblquote  Pony said.  then,\par
\tab\ldblquote Hey, wanna see what she looks like\emdash naked?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Dude!\rdblquote  Milton was stunned.  Curious, but stunned.\par
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\tab The banana; the carrot, the plunger handle, cucumber, all had invaded his asshole. The experience was\emdash odd.  He couldn\rquote t put words to it.  Staring at the unconscious Heather and all Milton could think about was having vegetables shoved up his ass!\par
\tab It was a very unique experience.\par
\tab But so was what was displayed before him.  He was in utter awe as he watched his friend undress Heather.  Off came her boots, then down came her kinda-tight light blue jeans.  Red panties she wore and it was a mind blower for the boys gawking.\par
\tab Milton then realized that he had a boner.\par
\tab Pony pulled the unconscious girl\rquote s panties off and there she was\emdash naked.\par
\tab Well, she still had her shirt on\emdash but not for long.\par
\tab Nice teenage titties\emdash concealed in a matching red bra.\par
\tab THEN she was naked.\par
\tab The boys were stunned.\par
\tab And hard.\par
\tab Pony stood up and shucked his overalls and wasted no time in getting on the girl and grinding his cock against her pussy.  Too eager was he to shove himself in; but he was happy enough to grind.   Milton shucked his own clothing; it felt a little weird and a lot strange to be unclothed out in the open.  Looking around he saw no one but Heather\rquote s horse meandering off in the distance.\par
\tab There were some concerns but replaced quickly by Pony\rquote s fucking of Heather.  The boy had finally managed his cock into the teen girl\rquote s cunt and was pumping.  His body was prone and up at an angle with his hips doing the work of pumping.  Heather moaned.\par
\tab As Pony pumped, Milton put his hand on the boy\rquote s ass.  His other hand was choking his chicken.  Rubbing his hand on Pony\rquote s ass felt good!  Unique sensations were riled up and more than getting his chance at fucking Heather he wanted to fuck Pony!\par
\tab But after Pony-boy got his nuts off and rolled off of Heather, Milton took his turn with the girl himself.  And to describe the sensation of fucking a girl compared to fucking his best friend?  He couldn\rquote t.  Save that it was truly a unique sensation,  Heather\rquote s cunt wrapped about Milton\rquote s cock and thrilled him like nothing ever before thrilled him.\par
\tab He pumped slowly at first but then doggie/rabbit/Neanderthal instincts took over and he began to fuck rapidly. The sensations increased putting a look of sheer joy on the young fellow\rquote s face.  Ass fucking was great, getting his weenie waxed by his friend?  Also great.  But fucking a pussy?  Wowzers!\par
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What happens at the barn dance\emdash usually finds a redneck saying \ldblquote Hey, watch this!\rdblquote\par
\tab BARN DANCE  Jerrel\rquote s FARM  SAT NITE  6PM  $5 at the door\par
\tab The thing with country folk is that they like to get together and socialize; not for gossiping sake but to dance, listen to hicks sing, count chickens, sell a tractor, and drink jars and jars of liquor.  A fair amount of other shenanigans go on, too; pitchin\rquote  woo for one; up in the loft, behind the barn, in the back of a truck, in the nearby cornfield, wherever the fancy to frolic takes the horny couple.\par
\tab Also, when drunk enough\emdash or that doesn\rquote t even have to be an excuse, one can find a country redneck humping something other than Mary Lou, Betty Anne, or Nancy.  Milton and best friend Pony-boy went to the barn dance but being under age they didn\rquote t have to plunk down the five dollar entry fee.  The boys met up with their friends, Pony-boy\rquote s Dad was a no-show, he was still somewhat ill from his chili \ldblquote surprise\rdblquote  and many of his friends were not so kind to him.  Pony-boy wasn\rquote t staying at the house for fear his Dad would kill him\emdash literally.\par
\tab Anyways, after socializing with their friends, checking out some girls, Pony pouring some moonshine into the punch, Milton getting a whiff of Tara Whaleye\rquote s perfume, the boys slipped out to the adjoining barn where they saw Harold Whrectum fucking a sheep!\par
\tab He was drunk as a skunk\emdash but it didn\rquote t matter if he was or not, he liked sheep!  And Spooner Jones liked soft cotton bales; nearby a bale of baled cotton had Spooner\rquote s attention\emdash and his cock buried into it.  Both men were totally blitzed on moonshine and it was time for the boys to move on.\par
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\pard\tab Tanya Littlehorse, thirteen, wearing a blue checkered knee-length dress was found with two boys, Lank Horthrob and Bobby Justintime.  All three were getting well onto being soused.  And Lank was the first one to hit the ground.  The day was early, yet; the air was cool enough to be tolerable; and it wasn\rquote t even yet 7PM and half the rednecks\emdash guys and gals\emdash were already drunk off their proverbial gourd.\par
\tab And Tanya Littlehorse was wavering.  She was sixteen, cute as a bug\emdash if you found a bug cute.  Super curly shoulder length brown hair, she was not unlike a typical Southern Belle; \lquote ceptin\rquote  she had a flat face, sharp nose, brown eyes, dozens of freckles, and an overbite.  Nice titties and a nice ass, though.\par
\tab When Bobby J turned to go pee on some cotton bales, Pony led Tanya off behind one of the barns and then behind some farm equipment.  Milton followed.  Providing Tanya with more drink, stronger than what she had already been consuming, the girl was grateful.  And she showed it, too, by lifting her dress revealing the fact that she wore no underwear.\par
\tab She was being silly, loose, and not too much from her ordinary self.\par
\tab Then she smiled and passed out.\par
\tab Pony wasted not a second in pushing the girl onto her back and then pushing her dress up out of the way.  Milton stood with his cock out checking for security purposes.  Pony humped the teenager creaming into her poon in minutes flat.  The girl moaned, groaned, and when Pony pulled out\emdash she peed!\par
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\tab Years later and at the ripe age of thirteen he hung loosely about a lumberyard while his Dad jawed with the owner.  Milton was bored\emdash bored as fuck.  So when you\rquote re bored you begin to wander around and that led him to the property next door\emdash which happened to be a church.  There was a gathering there, it wasn\rquote t a normal come-to-church time but for some special occasion.  Milton didn\rquote t know what it was\emdash didn\rquote t care.\par
\tab As he leaned against the fence, hands in pockets, bored as fuck, he saw a little girl.  A wee little girl about five years old or so.  Cute as a bug!  A pretty blue dress, pretty blue eyes, seriously blond hair that was short just to her ears.  An adorable child.  What possessed Milton he didn\rquote t know; but after slipping thru the chain link fence he slipped up on the little girl who seemed to be lost and just \ldblquote wandering\rdblquote  around the parking lot\emdash no one looking for her or anything.\par
\tab It was an age of the dawning of EMADs and Milton had him one.  It was new and not with a lot of features.  Kind of like the comparison of the first cell phones\emdash the bulky ones compared to the ones you know can wear in your ear.  It was plain, the EMAD, with one sole purpose\emdash to overwhelm a mind to the point of stunning it into submission.\par
\tab Milton had used it a couple of times so far.\par
\tab Fear, though, kept him from over using it and he dare not let anyone know he had it, especially Pony-boy!  \lquote nuff said.  The pretty five year old was \ldblquote stunned\rdblquote  and Milton snagged her dragging her behind a couple of big vehicles.  He paused to look the girl over; then, listening for anyone calling for her lifted her dress and checked her out.\par
\tab Basic white panties.\par
\tab He tugged them down.\par
\tab The first girl he \ldblquote stunned\rdblquote  was ten year old Jessica Varamunchie.  She had been in a dress, too; a long to the knee dress.  No panties!  She was a long tall gall, long sleek black hair, skinny as a rail.  The second girl had been younger.\par
\tab Laying \ldblquote Matilda\rdblquote  down he worked her panties off, opened her legs, then quickly positioned himself on her, his cock right against her virgin slit.  He was seriously hard and in deep need of sexual relief.  Since Pony-boy had gone to juvy Milton hadn\rquote t had a good sexual encounter in quite awhile.  (Pony-boy had gone to juvenile hall for a long stint for killing his abusive dad.)\par
\tab The little girl made a face as he entered her.  Covering her mouth should she let out a cry Milton fully penetrated her and began to fuck.  He smelled the barbeque from the church of which was the reason why there was an assemblage of peoples on a non-church service day.\par
\tab He grunted and let his mind drift; to Pony-boy, his cousin Millie\emdash of whom he also \ldblquote stunned\rdblquote  and then fucked the bejesus out of\emdash she was a mere lassie of five, also.  From somewhere deep down inside him was an evil.  Most times it was quashed and not an issue.  Then, there were those times it made its surface and frightened the usually timid-pussy Milton.  This was one of those times.  It mattered not how old the girl was, three or ten or sixteen.  Milton pumped vigorously for several quick minutes\emdash and when the child began to thrash about he smacked her upside the head with a hunk of 2x4.\par
\tab This knocked the child out and Milton went on to complete his deed.  Using her own panties he cleaned himself then rolled her under one of the cars.  His Pa was calling for him and he got the wrath of a glare as he made he appeared\emdash dirty and with torn shirt.  He helped load some plywood and other home improvement stuff; next door, as they drove out, the peoples of the church were amassing calling for the missing five year old.\par
\tab Thereafter and the use of the EMAD was not so much used.  It didn\rquote t work well so much anyways and Milton occupied himself with normalcy; building a birdhouse business, academics, and the pursuit of getting the hell out of the small hick town.\par
\tab Only years later and\emdash there he was\emdash back!\par
\tab He didn\rquote t fit into the city life.\par
\tab He did, though, fit into eleven year old Karyn Killdillhopper!\fs22\par
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