The ten-year-old was standing on the side of the road in a polka dot bikini. A total card-carrying slut. She pulled the front of her bikini pants down to show me slit as I drove past.

I didn't keep driving for long.

Her name was Terry. Terry Whatsitsname. I plugged Terry's moist and greasy fuck socket on a sand dune a hundred meters off the road. I led her by the hand to a shaded spot and made her get on her hands and knees for me. I asked her to pose like a porno model. As she posed, I admired her fine, fatless body and hairless holes and sniffed her bikini crotch where it stretched perfectly across bulging cunt lips.

I hopped into her socket without too much fanfare and gave her asshole a good tasting and tonguing after emptying my balls into her womb. I then went back to her anus because it was so tight and tasty and it possessed an addictive, musky, earthy scent.

I tucked a twenty dollar note into Terry's pisser before I returned to my car.

She gave me a wave and started looking for her bikini pants. She wouldn't have much luck finding them.

I tore across the landscape a minute later licking Terry's fishy panty-crotch. A cop car appeared in my rear view and hung there for a minute or so before pulling into a Dunkin's for a balanced meal.

I clocked up sixty hundred kilometers by sunset and steered the famished MG into cheap motel five miles east of Keepsey. A fat, ugly bitch named Marge ran the place - if you could call it running - with her mongoloid hillbilly husband, Jim, a product of deep south incest and alcohol. This hillybilly was so dumb he mistook me for a fly and started swatting me with a rolled-up newspaper when I lurched through the door and rested my elbow on his counter.

The old bitch made a lame excuse for his dumb-ass, hillbilly behavior and pushed a registration form across the wooden counter towards me.

"Fill this in, please," she said with a toothless, I've-sucked-my-share-of-cocks grin. She blew a bubble with some gum she'd been chewing a moment earlier and started picking her veiny nose. Hillybilly Jim gave me a idiot grin and turned back to the TV program he was watching, some crap with Linda Carter as a lady cop riding a cow.

I scribbled lies onto the registration forum and slid it back at fat-ass.

The coyotes went wild around midnight and that meant just one thing. They were being fucked by desert folk. Whenever you hear a coyote whooping, it's because it's being fucked by a retarded human out on the prairie. When those doggies fuck other doggies, they don't whoop. Must be something about a human dick in their innards that rubs their animal pussies the wrong way.

In case you're getting any ideas, I'm not going to be describing how I next went for a midnight stroll, found me some coyotes and fucked them black and blue while I reached around to fondle their aching balls because I didn't. I'm not interested in coyote pussy or horse pussy or any pussy with four legs. I like human pussy and it's human pussy I left my wife and debts for.....(cont)