Laughter in the desert

Laughter in the Desert

One night me and my bro Scrafty were out hiking in the desert, joking around, watching the stars, having a grand old time. I stopped to go take some cigarettes out of my backpack and smoke. I handed one to Scrafty as well. He liked smoking just as much as I did. In fact, he even liked to eat the cigarette butts when we were done.

As we smoked together is harmony, I heard a strange sound coming from behind some rocks. At first I thought it was my imagination (I was slightly buzzed from drinking a bunch of tequila earlier) but then Scrafty put his head up. He had heard something too.
“Ah, it’s probably just the wind.” I said.
I took a long puff off my cigarette, enjoying the smooth aftertaste. Just then, I heard it again, this time louder. It was a bit clearer now, like a person laughing. Scrafty stood up.
“What is it, Scrafty? What’s laughing at us?” I said.
Scrafty dove behind the rock and emerged yanking a young girl, probably about thirteen or fourteen years old, by her ponytailed hair. The girl was dressed like some kind of teenage slutwhore, with a stupid looking pink hat, white shirt with a black vest, and ripped up jean-shorts.
“Let go of me you dumb lizard! Let go!” The girl begged.
“Oi!” I shouted, “Who the hell are you and why were you spying on us and laughing!”
The girl, still on the sandy ground with her hair in Scrafty’s hand, said in her most dramatic voice,
“I am Hilda, the best trainer on the whole damn continent!”
She sounded so cocky and vain saying that, and she looked so dumb saying it on the floor. Me and Scrafty laughed in her face.
“Okay, but why were you spying and giggling?” I said.
“Well, your pokemon’s legs looked so silly and dumb, like its pants are falling down! I just wanted a closer look. What a clown!” Hilda said.
Scrafty scowled. Both of us fucking hated clowns.
“You laughing at my bro’s pants, little girly? Well your pants are pretty stupid too. They look like they’ve been through a meat grinder. What kind of a dumb whore wears pants that have been made into hamburger?” I said.
“Hey! Don’t call me a whore!” Hilda said.
“Well you don’t call my bro Scrafty a clown.” I said.
Hilda got really mad now. She struggled and tried to break free from Scrafty’s hold. I sat down and let Scrafty do his thing.

Scrafty tugeed hard on Hilda’s ponytail, pulling her closer. He then grabbed onto the waist of her jean shorts.
“Oof! Oof! Eef! Eef!” Hilda shouted. She was clearly not used to being manhandled that way. Scrafty looked at me expectanly. I took another long puff off my cigarette.
“Go on, do whatever. Put on a nice show.” I said.
Scrafty smiled an evil smile. Hilda began to look scared, clearly worried now that I had given the OK to abuse her.

Scrafty grabbed Hilda under her pants, onto the waist band of her panties. He then lifted her up and hung her nearly upside down like that.
“Eeeee! Make him stop!” Hilda begged.
She was struggling, but it only made it worse.
I giggled.
“Nah. I like you better this way.” I said.
Hilda began to helplessly rub her aching crotch.
“Seriously, make it stop! It’s hurting my cooter!” Hilda screamed.
That wedgie was really getting to her. I laughed some more.
“Fine. Scrafty, this girl’s pants are causing her pain. Why don’t you help her with that?” I said.
Scrafty laughed. He pulled his arms apart and, in a single motion, tore Hilda’s pants and panties in half. The semi-nude girl tumbled to the ground and hit her head on a small rock. Her hat fell off. Scrafty stepped on it for good measure.
“Oof! Ow!” She groaned.
She stood back up, not quite realizing her state of undress. By the light of my cigarette, I got a great view of her round ass. I giggled like a schoolboy. Hilda turned around to look at me. I got a glance at her pussy, and, I’ll be honest, it was a nice pussy, for a teenager. Suddenly she realized what was going on.
“Eep!” Hilda shrieked. Her left hand went to cover her crotch and her right went to cover her ass.
“Hey, nice buns, girly! You got a nice pussy too.” I said.
Even though it was dark out I could tell she was beet-red.
“S… Stop looking at me! Close your eyes!” Hilda shouted.
Scarafty jumped over to her and grabbed her by the wrists. He forced her hands apart, leaving her teenage pussy on full display.

“Aw yeah, that’s the stuff. Great job, Scrafty.” I said, now at full erection.
I walked over to her, stuck my pinky finger in my mouth, bein g sure to get it nice and damo, and then shoved it in her ear.
“Take it, little girly! Take my wet willy!” I shouted.
“Stop it! I said stop it!” Hilda screamed, wincing as my saliva coated the inside of her ear.
I stepped back and got back to admiring her genitalia.
“Oh yeah, that’s a fine pussy, like, vintage wine and aged sharp cheddar pussy.” I said.
I gave her a good sniff.
“Ooh, yeah, truly, yours is the Cadillac of teenage genitals.” I said.
Hilda was shocked, worried, and mad all at once.
“L… Let me go! Or I’ll… I’ll…” She couldn’t even finish her sentence.
I sighed.
“Eh, this was fun, but I think you’ve had enough. Scrafty, get this dumb bitch out of here.” I said.
Scrafty nodded. Still holding Hilda by her wrists, he began to spin around and around. With a mighty toss, Scrafty hurled her several feet away from us. She landed with a thud, face first in the sand. Hilda was stunned at first, but she quickly scurried away, doing her best to hide her private parts with her hands. I wondered how long she would be out here, pantsless and afraid, running around trying to cover herself. It was getting very late, she would probably have to spend the night out here without any pants to cover her, or else run through the darkness until she found someone to share their pants with her. Thinking of her predicament, I laughed. Scrafty laughed. Somewhere, I think God was laughing too.

The End.