Chapter 1
Sherry's large brown eyes widened. The cedar fence loomed up high over her head. It seemed much taller than seven feet. Climbing it was going to be dangerous.
Sweat poured down the thirteen year old's sunburned cheeks. She was hot from pedaling her bicycle from school and a thin layer of sweat covered the flat skin of her belly, wetting the cotton panties clinging to her hairless crotch.
Sherry didn't have a choice. She needed her baseball uniform for little league practice. And the uniform was hanging on a clothes line in the backyard. Behind the cedar fence.
Her thin nose flared at the hot afternoon wind. If her mommy had washed Sherry's uniform instead of giving it to Mrs. Anson, the next door neighbor, then this wouldn't have happened. But her mommy was too poor to own a washing machine. And there never seemed time to go to the laundromat.
So Mrs. Anson had washed her baseball jersey and pants. And now it was locked behind the wood fence and it was up to Sherry to go get them.
Damn! she thought grabbing the cross railing and pulling her skinny torso up so she could grab the top of the fence. A wind gust swirled catching the girl's skirt, exposing her white panties.
Why wasn't Mrs. Anson home? Sherry had tried the front door and bagned the door knocker until her fingers ached. There were two cars in the driveway. Somebody had to be home.
Maybe she went to the store, Sherry thought. Wherever Mrs. Anson was, Sherry didn't have time to wait for her return. So with the gates locked, she had no choice but to climb over the fence, hastily change into her uniform and go off to practice.
Standing now on the top railing, Sherry looked down at the green carpet of grass below. She felt a chill along her spine. It looked a very long way down.
Sherry tittered then crouching down, she touched the fence top with her hands and, closing her eyes, leaped forward.
"Ohhhh!! ! " she gasped. Her tucked body made a gentle parabola in the air below, landing with a thud on the soft lawn. She fell heavily on her shoulders and rolled forward into a somersault. Her white dress made a ripping sound as she rolled forward, her head spinning like a top. She lay on her back gasping for breath. It was embarrassing. She turned to stare at the fence and then at the ground. She was lucky only the wind was knocked out of her. She looked down at herself and gasped. The white cotton dress her mother had sewn for her was nearly ripped in two! Dirt stains and long green splotches soiled the front. The dress was destroyed!
Sherry's ass was in a sling if her mother found out. Her mother had spent many long hours putting it together. Climbing to her feet, Sherry discovered the dress was not the only garment ripped from the long fall. As she walked, a blast of warm air thrilled her buttocks.
Goosebumps sprung up along the inside of her thighs and slowly spread upwards along her flat tummy and the tender slit parting her cunt lips. Placing her finger between her legs, Sherry felt the tattered material of her underpants. She groaned and was almost afraid to look down. But she did and the damage was worse than she imagined. Whatever had ripped her dress had caught her panties. A hot wind swirled under her dress and through her cotton briefs warming the bare flesh below.
She stood up and looked at the fence. A fragment of cloth from her dress waved in the wind like a miniature flag. "A nail," whispered Sherry. She had been very lucky after all. A little bit lower and that nail could have ripped her open, not just the dress.
Sherry was embarrassed. She was nearly striped of her clothes from the freak accident. Luckily, no one was home at the Anson house because she didn't want Mrs. Anson to see her running around with her clothes nearly ripped off.
Her panties slipped down off her hips and before Sherry could do anything they were drooping around her ankles.
Sherry knew she would have to change into her uniform at the Anson house. There was no time to go home. And besides, she couldn't go out on a public street with her dress ripped and her underwear falling off her rump. Even if she did live next door.
Sherry picked up her underwear in one hand and crept around the back of the house to the clothes line where her baseball uniform was.
And it might have stopped there if the clothes line had not been position directly outside Mrs. Anson's bedroom window.
Because Mrs. Anson, a comely brunette with the long, muscular legs of a dancer and the rounded hips and pinched waist of a model, was not alone.
Gordon Wilson was lying on top of her, his hands massaging her responsive breasts that were braless under her checkered cowgirl shirt.
"Aahhhh," she gasped. Her nipples jutted beautifully through the soft fabric. She squirmed underneath his hips, thrusting soft hillocks of inviting pleasure up towards his mouth. Wilson had to smile.
He knew a good piece of ass. And he spotted Margaret for the lusty adulterous housewife which she was. Wilson had gone to the house to get insurance release forms for Trixie, the woman's 12 year old daughter that played little league baseball.
Gordon unbutton her blouse with his teeth and remembered how he had nearly flipped when his eyes spotted through beautiful tits for the first time. They strained against her blouse, the nipples eager, waiting. He had mumbled a few words and when their eyes met in a hypnotic trance, Gordon said he would be back later.
Well, now he was back. And freeing her blouse so he could lick and suck her rigid nipples he thought to himself that luck was riding with him.
"Hmmmmm," Margaret Anson moaned. She wiggled her hips against his crotch. Even through her slacks, he could feel the warm, passionate heat of her cunt. With mounting excitement, his hands strayed from her tits and worked down to the slope of her buttocks. He couldn't resist touching her firm soft ass cheeks. Her body was a dream-a wet dream come true! In a few seconds his hands would be coming through those soft cheeks and through her dark crease until he was stroking her hot, smelly box.
He stared at Margaret Anson's face now composed and oddly child-like. He congradulated himself. If the rest of her body was as beautiful as her satiny tits then he was in for some good, hard fucking. Quickly his fingers found the snaps of her slacks. She did not resist as he pulled her pants away and then unrolled the sheer panties that clung to her crotch.
"You're beautiful," he admired. He was going to be late again for little league practice. The girls would complain to their parents about the coach always arriving late. But he didn't care. Fucking Margaret Anson's was worth a few complaints. Hell, it was worth losing his job over!
It was embarrassing. At least for Sherry. She reached up for her uniform and a blast of wind blew her dress over her head exposing her soft, lovely rump.
Feeling the warm air run up her thighs and along her small twat and nicely curved buttocks all the way to the two cupcake mounds on her chest was exciting. She was nervous; maybe the tension had something to do with the way she felt. Her skin was sensitive to the slightest stimulation. A puff of air could send goose bumps crawling across her breasts. The gentlest wind hardened her nipples. Standing at the clothes line, legs spread, her tiny rump naked to the sun's warmth, Sherry had the urge to scratch her cunt. She knew it was wrong. Even in her own bathroom she felt guilty playing with her twat. As if her little virgin hole was sacred icon, not meant to be touched even by her!
Yet the surroundings were so strange and her cunt itched so much! She had the same sensation riding her bicycle sometimes. She had wanted to drag her crotch back and forth against the saddle horn. And then one day she did, ramming the narrow neck of the saddle through the warm, wet little lips. How she had shivered!
She pulled the uniform over her shoulders. In the same motion, she squatted down and slid a finger upwards. The twin halves of her sweltering cunt spread apart and in went her finger. It glided up her hole now all nice and wet. She squatted lower so her thighs muscles were tense and the twin spheres of her rump were drawn apart.
"Ohhhhh!" she gasped.
Her finger was a magic wand working away in her hole. It was wrong to fuck herself. The thought of Mrs. Anson suddenly walking out into the backyard and finding her with her finger wiggling inside her hot twat made Sherry shudder.
She would die of embarrassment. And yet she couldn't stop, not now anyway because her channel hugged her finger like a warm glove and she was getting hotter and hotter. Swaying her hips, Sherry began to hunch. Her ripped skirt flipped frantically up at each forward movement. It was awkward at first, but Sherry quickly got the rhythm. The finger seemed to grow longer. It was thick around, or so it seemed as a garden hose. And as it got bigger, her cunt got hotter. Much hotter. She was bouncing her buttocks against her heels and her finger grew long and hard inside her twat like a cucumber suddenly sprouting in the late Spring.
"Ohhhhh!" she moaned. Sherry couldn't take much more of this excitement. No, she certainly couldn't.
"What was that?" said Gordon. He twisted in the bed, his muscles tense, ready. The last thing he needed was to have Mrs. Anson's husband to come storming through the bedroom door.
"Who cares?" Margaret Anson murmured.
She reached around Gordon neck and gently pulled his face down to her breast. His trim athletic body pressed against her. She averted her face and closed her eyes, feeling his wet lips surround her taunt nipples and gently suck. She wiggled some more against his thighs. The hard, tense muscles of his sweltering body pinioned her to the bed. Lying naked under the crisp linen sheets with Gordon Wilson between her thighs was sensational. From the first moment she laid eyes on him, Margaret Anson knew she had to have him. He lowered his hips down on the soft pelt of hair sprouting from her crotch. She groaned again, lolling her head back and forth while his lips zinged pleasure through her nipples. His cock felt big as an elephant's trunk against her thigh. Margaret wanted him to move on her cunt and stick that huge, throbbing club up her love channel. She was all hot and moist; juice dribbled from her slit and filled the air with a musky fragrance.
Even the gentle breeze blowing through the open window could not cool the torrid passions stirred up inside her womb. She had to have him. And twisting in his arms, she found his ear lobe with her teeth and tenderly nibbled.
"Hurrry!" she moaned, licking the inside of his ear. "Hurrrry!"
Gordon pulled his lips away and waited. His heart pounded like a hammer. This girl was gorgeous. Why any man would let this dish slip through his fingers was beyond his understanding. He brought his hand down her ribs and along the pinched curve of her waist. Her hips were all hot and steamy underneath him and he was so goddman excited to fuck Margaret's sweltering cunt that he damn near shot his load against her leg.
His hand dropped at her waist and scooped up buttock's cheeks. He felt the heat of her rump against his hands. Man, she was going to be a fantastic fuck no matter where he thrust his cock.
He looked up at her face. Margaret's eyes were snapped shut, her rich full lips drawn tight. She was moaning to herself as his hand drew up her hips. His hard cock flickered against the taunt muscles of her thigh. Squeezing her rump, he pushed his cock through her ravine and poked her asshole.
"Aaaahhhhh!" she gasped.
Maybe she digs it there, he thought. Definitely, her asshole would be virgin tight. And despite Margaret's considerable strength, there was no way she could stop him from plugging her butt, if indeed he so wanted. The way his cock flickered, her asshole would be nice. Especially those round firm rump cheeks hunching back against his cock shaft.
Reluctantly, he pulled from her butt and positioned his dong against her juicy cunt. There was always time for tricks. And besides his balls were so heavy and full with jizz that he could barely move.
Margaret Anson was beside herself. Her body had been striped and caressed and fingered and licked and played with until her body was incapable of responding. She opened her eyes and saw Gordon rise up between her legs like a wild animal guarding his injured prey. His cock stood straight out in front like a telephone pole. His member was so big it took Margaret's breath away. Tremulously, she raised a hand up to the hard, rigid pole and clasped it. The wrinkled foreskin moved in her hand. Gordon was staring incredulously, but he made no move to stop Margaret as she slid her soft palm up and down his fuck pipe.
"Goooood!! ! " Gordon exclaimed.
Margaret Anson was shaking all over as she slowly jerked him off and her trembling fear surprised Gordon. Her blue eyes had zeroed in on the swollen scrotum dangling from the forest of pubic hair. She acted like a virgin seeing her first cock. She seemed drawn and repelled by his massive, protruding member. Gordon smiled to himself. She was disintegrating right before his eyes. Margaret's mouth hung open and Gordon could hear her panting.
I don't know what's got into this bitch, he thought, rising up to his knees. But I'm going to teach this broad a thing or two about fucking.
"Kneel," he commanded. "Hurry up and kneel down on the mattress."
Margaret scurried into position, her hand still holding onto his penis. Her warm palm felt like a mitten. She was real good at jerking off cock. He hated to pull her hand away except that her mouth looked so warm and inviting, he couldn't resist.
"Take me in your mouth," he croaked.
Margaret froze. Her flesh quivered as the terrible tingling shot through her thighs and up through her cunt. She was scared. Scared shitless and when he pulled her face downward, she resisted. Margaret did until he jerked his cock up towards her wet lips and forced himself down her throat.
"Gooood!" he laughed.
His penis climbed down her throat, the knotty cap at the tip of his prick burrowing a path along her raspy tongue. Hesistation was replaced by a inquenchable lust for his cock. She bowed before his rigid prick her mouth sucking and cleaning his sex like a vacuum cleaner.
A tingle started forming in his scrotum, a tingle that turned into an ache. He felt so overwhelmed that he wanted to come right then. But he held back.
The submissive body wedged between his legs and filled his mind with devilish thoughts. He was satisfied with Margaret. She could go on cleaning his cock until the stabbing pleasure of her tongue became too great and would trip the come load that filled his fuck gun.
But Gordon couldn't help remember that wonderful, fetid cunt. It was a rare perfect gem nestled in the puffed thatch of pubic hair. He just had to fuck her cunt. Just had to!
Margaret's back was curved down at his cock like an inverted salad bowl. Her rump rested on her heels while her face disappeared into his crotch. He gripped her ears like the handles of a water jug and pulled his cock from her mouth with a popping noise.
Margaret had to know what came next, but she did not move as he circled in back. Gently, he lifted the cheeks of her buttocks up until her thighs opened and the tufted cunt jewel stared sightlessly back at him. Her hole glistened from the cunt juice oozing from her slit.
He crawled between her legs and raised his aching cock up to her furry hole. He couldn't believe how nice and soft her cunt was. Even bent over dog style, her twat was soft as butter. Her thighs continued trembling, but that was only natural. He slipped a few inches into her hole, then retreated before going in again.
"How's that?" he asked stupidly.
Below him, heaving and gasping, Margaret grunted her approval. Her buttocks wagged slightly taking in a few inches of prick meat. Her channel became tighter as his prick sank in deeper.
Margaret squirmed and murmured, but that didn't stop Gordon. He clasped her tightly at the hip and rocked her haunches against his crotch.
"Hmmmmmm!" Margaret groaned. Margaret was hunching and twisting her hips. She fucked with every ounce of her quivering flesh and she seemed to grow hotter and stronger with every stroke.
Through the split crack in her rump, Gordon watched his cock disappearing into her fetid fuck hole. The satiny feel of Margaret flesh hugged his shaft. He was all drippy wet from the love juice that poured from her hole.
Quickly he turned his eyes away from her crack. If he watched the swelled loaves of her butt pumping up and down a second longer, he'd say to hell with waiting and shoot his wad straight down the flared neck of her cunt. And he didn't want to do that. Not yet anyway.
So while the grunting sounds coming from Margaret's throat mixed with the squeaking of bed springs and the slapping of flesh against flesh, Gordon looked out the bedroom window into the backyard.
That's when he saw Sherry Jackson
She was standing by the clothes line. It took him a second to realize that she didn't have any panties on. He watched, his eyes blinking several times and still he couldn't believe it.
"This isn't happening," he said to himself. And yet it was happening. His hands squeezed down on Margaret's thighs and pulled her cunt channel back against his dick with such force that she screamed.
"Ohhhhhh!" Margaret yelled. His cock stroked her loins like a shovel feeding a hungry furnace. Her cone-shaped breasts hung jiggling like water balloons as her hips see-sawed back and forth. She wanted more and more sex. Her womb demanded it. Margaret was not going to quit until he satisfied her wishes.
Gordon had no intentions of giving up. Drips of cock fluid squeezed out of his cock head as he watched Sherry undressing and only a super-human effort stopped him from coming.
What is she doing in the backyard without any clothes on, he thought. The little girl was not Margaret's kid, but she looked very familiar even though the distance was too great to make a positive identification.
As much as he was drawn to Margaret's silky skin and lush, womanly curves, he couldn't stop watching the tiny intruder who now stood naked outside on the lawn. His eyes could only stare helplessly as the girl moved one way then the next, her finger caressing the tiny red nipples that dotted her chest.
Outside Sherry had no idea she was being watched. She squeezed her rump muscles together and brought her fingers down to her crotch and rubbed the wet, glistening mound. The faster she rubbed the more excited Sherry became. Closing her eye lids, she saw swirling clouds of light punctuated by white colored explosions. She opened her thighs, squatting down in a wordless invitation for something to happen. The hot Spring wind swirled around her shaking thighs warming her wet snatch. Her fingers went to her hole and pleasure shot through her body as she rubbed her slit hard.
"Oooooo!" she moaned.
It felt so good squatting down, rubbing her cunt with the flat palm of her hand, that Sherry couldn't stop. She traced the swollen lips of her cunt with her finger, and when that made her wet, she started drilling into her fuck tube. In and out went her finger as she squatted lower and lower. Her twat spread open, ready and willing, and her legs trembled with excitement. If this was wrong, she thought mischievously, well, nobody was going to see her.
Nobody that is except Gordon. Margaret was moaning with passion and her channel muscles flexed against his surging shaft. But Gordon didn't care. His eyes watched the mysterious youngster masturbating in the back yard and still he couldn't believe it. He was grunting like an animal. He couldn't help wondering what the little girl would be like spread open the way Margaret was positioned. He watched her squat and imagined those scrawny rump cheeks trembling in his hands as he bent her buttocks across a table and slowly fed hard dick into her cunt hole. Her virgin cunt hole at that!
Margaret's sex odor made a cloud in the room and his nostrils flared as he sucked in the fragrance. It was the smell of lust and desire and sweltering, unreleased sex-the smell of an animal in heat!
His balls swayed from the slapping flesh of Margaret's buttocks. Margaret was coming! Her thighs squeezed and bucked and humped. Her sweltering cunt channel closed down all squeaky tight around his pecker. The sperm churned up through his fuck wand as she moaned and begged for his hot love juice.
"Fuck, baby, fuck!" he encouraged. He was talking to the little girl outside as much as he was to Margaret. His cock was hard, but he was not going to come just yet. He was going to give Margaret the fucking of her life.
And he just might have too except Sherry picked that minute to dress up in her little league uniform.
"It can't be!" roared a voice inside the house. It nearly scared Sherry witless. Looking around she saw the open window and then inside she saw the outline of a naked man on a bed. And he was staring at Sherry!
"Ohhhh!" she gasped. She clutched at the buttons on her jersey. Sherry had to get away. And in one big hurry. She started to run for the gate, then remembered her torn clothing. But it was too late to go back. She ran to the side gate and unhooked the lock and was running at full speed out the gate.
The uniform scratched her skin as she ran. The tingling between her legs hadn't stop just because Sherry was running away. If anything, the woolen cloth against her bare crotch acted as a stimulant.
She jumped on her bicycle that was parked at the side of the house and pedaled madly off down the street, away from the Anson house. The long neck of the bicycle seat got wedged up her crotch. The wool was scratching her nipples and tingling the wet flesh of her cunt. It was going to be a long practice session. The seat pressing into her crotch as she jerked back and forth against the hard leather was almost as exciting as her finger.
Sherry's heart beat a mile a minute. It throbbed so hard she thought her chest might explode. Now, safely away from the house, her face turned crimson red. How could she have been so stupid? As she neared the baseball diamond, the other girls were just arriving for practice. She was safe, at least for now. But a question still nagged her mind.
Who was the man inside Mrs. Anson's house. It couldn't be Mr. Anson because Trixie said he was away on a business trip. So it had to be a stranger, someone who drove the green Chevrolet that was parked in the driveway.
Sherry's heart was still pounding like jackhammer. The green car. She had seen it before. That worried her.