Chapter 4
You likkee, said the giddy woman. Having fucked herself into one orgasm after another on the wooden dildo, the woman was now watching the American GI groaning under the expert stroking and licking of her two lovely daughters. It sent a thrill rushing through the Chinese woman's flesh.
No matter who won the war in Vietnam, her daughters would never lack for food or shelter. They would never grow old and jaded like the other girls who lined the streets of Saigon. Because her daughters had been taught well the art of making love. And their skills were highly prized, no matter who won the war.
Gordon could only manage a groan. The hot wet tongue glued to his asshole made him shiver all over. At the other end of that tongue was attached a beautiful young girl no older than thirteen. And she was doing this wild thing to him. As the licking increased to the fast paced rhythm, Gordon felt his cock growing hard once more.
"Oooohhhh soo goood!" he moaned. He did want to stop her from toying with his butt, but his cock was in need of servicing. Apparently the old lady was aware of his resurging manhood because she shouted a few words in Chinese and Yin crawled out of his rear.
As she moved, Gordon was over on one hip and quickly had her by the thigh. Her face was a mask of innocence, the eyes wide and shining. Never once did she look down at the enormously erect penis sticking straight out at her cunt.
Not more than six inches away was her cunt hole, no bigger than a round nickel. At first, sticking that huge fuck stick into her vagina seemed an impossibility.
But he would make it fit.. . .
It was a fifteen minute drive to Sherry's small two story house. But it was the longest fifteen minutes of Gordon's life. He stared straight ahead through the windshield in a stony silence. And his fingers gripped the steering wheel so tightly that the knuckles popped out like little white marbles.
His mind was yo-yoing through time. The warm blanket of humidity covering the flat prairie land during the summer was stifling. He tugged at his shirt collar as his lungs heaved for oxygen. It was the intense, oppressive heat one found in the Delta during the Monsoon season when the sweat gushed from the skin like water from a sponge.
Yin and Yang, he thought. How nice they were, he thought, his hard cock stretching his underwear aching to spring free in the air. If he could have one wish in the world, it was to return to Saigon and the open arms of those two teenage nymphos. It was all right over there in the Orient. Even though the people were all fucked up with disease and filth and the streets smelled of garbage and death, at least the women were all right.
His attention snapped back to the present as Sherry stretched her arms and yawned. It was obvious that he had gone too far. After sprawling her on the bench and ordering Sherry to pull down her pants Gordon realized his mistake. He had stuck a finger into Sherry's warm little cunt! My God that would be impossible to explain away. And then following up by sticking his tongue against her slit was just insanity.
He turned down the street and passed Margaret Anson's house before coming to a stop. Sherry was bouncing up and down, happy to be home and he was glad. She acted so happy that perhaps she would forget about today.
"Let me help you with the bicycle," he said. Gingerly he stepped from the car back to where the bicycle was tied inside the trunk. It was the least he could do for Sherry considering how nice she had been to him.
Just then a red car came down the street. Gordon turned around holding the bicycle in his arms. He wasn't paying much attention to the car until it came abreast and it dawned on him Margaret Anson was behind the wheel. Quickly he tried to turn away but she drove by. Too late. He'd been seen already.
"What's the matter, Mr. Wilson," said Sherry. The smile had turned into a tight lipped frown making Sherry wonder if she had done something wrong. Mr. Wilson was all sweaty and tired looking and maybe he wanted to come inside and have a cool drink. "Would you like some lemonade?" she asked.
Gordon snapped his head around. The sudden movement caused Sherry to flinch and in that moment he saw her in a different light. Not as a nice girl needing a ride home, but as the helpless, pleading child who lay on the hard wood beacher with her pants rolled down around her knees and who let him lick and finger her luscious twat.
"Mommy won't be home for two hours," said Sherry. "But there are cookies and stuff to eat. And I don't think she'd mind."
Gordon didn't need urging. Perhaps when his tongue had begun licking her pubes and had started the journey through her vagina that he knew it would end this way. He pulled his baseball cap down tightly on his brow and hitched his shoulders. His cock, which had been hard for hours, stuck out like an arrow. The tip pointed straight at Sherry's mouth and he made no attempt to cover up his erection.
"I am a bit thirsty," he said. Already his mind was drifting again back to those days spent in the Chinese whorehouses. Except this time the squirming white bodies had Sherry's face stuck on them.
He took her hand in his and together they walked up to the house.
The living room inside Sherry Jackson's home was neat and clean. From the reproduction of famous paintings on the walls, to the magazines carefully arranged on the coffee table that squatted before the couch, it was evident that Mrs. Jackson worked hard to provide her daughter with a nice house, a place she would not be embarrassed to bring her friends to.
Sitting on the couch, holding his lemonade in his hand, Gordon regretted his decision to come inside. Sherry was an awfully nice girl. She was a virgin-he knew that-and it was not right that an old man like himself should deflower a young girl.
So he sipped his drink with some consternation: he had gone too far as it was with Sherry, but there was still time to get away. How simple it would be to put down the lemonade, says goodbye, and drive off. He was enormously horny, but Margaret was home and would be more than happy to oblige him. The trouble was, he didn't want to go.
And Sherry wasn't helping matters. like many girls her age, Sherry liked to flirt with men by wiggling her hips or jumping up and sitting in their laps. And Gordon Wilson was no ordinary man. She was drawn to him by guilt; but now another force was pulling her close. It was a power so strong that just being near him made her heart throb wildly and her knees go weak.
She didn't want him to go. And yet his lemonade was almost gone so she had to do something. And then the idea came to her all at once.
"Mr. Wilson," she said innocently, "I need some more lotion on that poison oak. My rash hurts so bad."
The hurt feeling was all gone from her behind. But it was one way to make him stay. And feeling him spread cream all over her rump felt wonderful.
Sherry jumped up on his knee and before Gordon could say anything, she was rocking back and forth straddling his thigh. She smiled as wide as her little mouth would permit and then looking down, she saw the bulge once again rising out of his crotch like a boxing glove and she asked: "What's that?"
Well, she knew damn well what it was. And Gordon made no move to stop her hand from coming down and pushing against his coiled up pecker. She wriggled when she realized that his cock was really underneath his pants and not a jock strap with a protective cup.
Gordon was breathing hard through his mouth. He made one last effort to get the hell out of the house but even as he reached for Sherry it was too late.
Instead of getting an arm, he grabbed her thigh. Surprisingly, her pants were loosely tied and with a short tug, they came away exposing her bare rump.
"Oh, darling," he gasped, stroking her flesh. "I mean, Sherry, where does it hurt."
The lotion was back inside the car, but rolling down her pants so her buns were exposed to his gazing eyes, Gordon didn't care. He knew how to heal the hurt. His fingers gently plied her flesh until goose bumps rippled across the tight, white skin of her buttocks. Then he pulled her cheeks apart and dipped his face downwards, his tongue extended like a spear.
Sherry squealed. The sensation of his tongue slipping down her butt crack was tremendous. She arched her hips backwards causing her brown butt hole to pop up against his wet, raspy tongue.
Lowering his head, he continued licking Sherry until his wetness covered her every inch of her backsides. He could tell she enjoyed his lovemaking by the way her buttocks flexed each time he went down on her.
He pulled her pants completely away and turned Sherry around on his knee. How beautiful Sherry was! he thought.
"Now Sherry you must realize that this is for your own good," he said, unloosening his pants. "Remember that."
She didn't know what Mr. Wilson was talking about, but she kept her blue eyes glued to his pants, curious to see if his cock was really that big. His fingers fidgeted with the zipper and right before her he yanked once and his cock shot out through the vent in his underwear, straight at her mouth.
"Ohhhhh!" she gasped.
At that instant while Sherry was momentarily overcome with surprise, he grabbed her face firmly and pulled downward, driving his cock through her wet, tulip shaped lips.
She squeezed against the invading shape, but much too late. Gordon was thrusting. His cock was buried in her warm mouth and he was thrusting and her little baby face was taking him all inside. The tip burst through slipping around like an eel before finding the nice warm hole at the back of her throat. Then he went in and out, even while Sherry was gagging, his dick was feeling the joys of her youth.
Sherry wanted to scream. She couldn't of course because of the sausage size prick jammed down her mouth. So instead, her finger found his scrotum and played with his nuts. This of course caused Gordon to fuck harder.
The tiny muscles in her rear, still wet from licking, started to pulsate. She tried to block out the pain by drawing her knees up to her belly, but that did no good. It was still there, a spasmic flexing of her anus that made Sherry want to turn over and have Gordon lick her again.
Please shove your tongue into my butt and make it stop hurting, she cried to herself. He wouldn't do such an awful thing, and Sherry couldn't ever ask him to. It was much too embarrassing. So she put up with the weird sensation and suddenly the pain started to travel through her spread thighs and into her long, spread slit. It stopped there, then started to glow. Sherry was warm and passionate all over. She opened her throat to the long, cushiony tube jerking back and forth through her puckered lips and sucked.
"Hmmmmm!" Gordon exclaimed. His balls were steaming as he drove his pecker obscenely into Sherry's mouth. Thin blue veins crisscrossed the surface of the wrinkled foreskin, the skin now glistening from her sweat, juices. Suddenly, he popped out of her face.
"Ohhhh, don't stop!" Sherry gasped. Her tiny fingers clutched his scrotum pulling on his testicles with nice rhythmic tugs. The hard muscled cock flickered like a cobra snake before her eyes. Instinctively, Sherry knew that sperm would come spurting out the tiny hole in the center of the bullet shaped head. But when? Urgently, she tugged some more.
I want him in me, she thought. Her cunny was hurting like hell. The tiny slit, swelled out with blood until the folds had turned crimson red, throbbed. That big thing looking back at her mouth was destined to end up inside that little slit. The more she looked, the bigger his pecker became. It wrenched her guts to see how big Mr. Wilson's cock was and it terrified the little girl imagining him rutting her hole.
Gordon was thinking the same thing: The last thing in the world he wanted to do was rape the little girl. Hell, he hadn't fucked her cunt yet. Without intercourse, the worse sentence the courts could hand down would be five years. But man, stick that wienie into her pussy and Gordon, old boy, you were facing a life sentence.
A cool breeze swept through the room sending a chill of pleasure down his cock and up his spine to his brain.
He sucked the clean air into his lungs and slowly exhaled. His mighty hands held Sherry's tiny twig like arms. She was so small and defenseless in his grasp that a twinge of compassion thrilled his heart. He looked down into those big blue eyes that stared up at him with a youthful incredulity and it was right then he knew what had to be done.
"Put your hand on it, darling," he groaned.
Obeying him, Sherry reached out with her hand and grabbed the swollen knob on the end of his fuck stick. It felt gooey from the juices of her mouth, and the rubbery head was much softer than it had seemed in her throat.
"I think you know what comes next," he said. While she jerked his pecker head, Gordon spread her legs out straight and grooved a finger into her cunt.
The ring of twat muscles gripped his finger hungrily, like a clamp closing down on a small shrimp. She was tight, and his dick was going to hurt and she might scream a few times, but he wasn't letting this obstacle deter him.
"Now move your fingers up and down the shaft," he commanded.
Sherry was hypnotized by the action of her slender hand on Gordon's thick stick. She felt his pulse pounding in the long underside of his pecker. He was nearly as excited about sex as she was. Raising the cock upward to her face, she attempted to stick the wet pecker head back into her mouth. But Gordon stopped her.
"Not there," he groaned. He pushed her hands holding his cock down towards the tiny glistening hole between her legs. "In there," he said.
Sherry didn't resist one bit as Gordon pulled her thighs up and bent forward so his cock slid down towards her cunt hole.
She didn't move when the bullet shaped prick popped through her pussy lips. Sliding gently in and out of her channel opening felt good. The delicate flesh was being reamed into a nice big hole for the rest of his prick.
Gordon, aching with desire, bent forward and kissed the inside of Sherry's ear. At the same instant, his prick tube went halfway into her channel.
Sherry's hips bucked. Waves of pain ripped through her flesh. It was like an electric switch had been thrown. She struggled to stop him, but already too late, her little cunt started to grow bigger and bigger until Gordon was all the way up to her maidenhead.
"Ooooooo!" she gasped. He was too big, but she wanted him there. His shaft poked against the flap of skin and bounced off. Then again his hips flexed and his cock surged. The fiery tip stretched her rubbery skin flap until it suddenly burst apart and his giant cock rammed into her startled channel.
"Yaaaaa!! ! " Sherry screamed. Tears flooded her eyes. The little hole between her legs felt ripped apart, as if a long, red hot poker hand been shoved up there.
She twisted one way then another, but nothing could make the evil fuck pole leave her cunt. Or stop the slow, even thrusting of Gordon's hips.
He was pumping slowly and steadily, reaming her channel walls with his pecker. And it felt good. So damn good that his sperm welled up in the wedge shaped head and all of a sudden he had to come. And come almost immediately.
Sherry was wiggling frantically. Gordon Wilson was crushing her right to the floor with his enormous body. She smelled the sweat pouring off his hairy chest and her rubbery legs were spread wide apart under his bouncing, powerful hips. His cock pumped furiously into her hole. He grunted like an animal and bit her on the ear.
Slowly Sherry started to come around. As Gordon's fingers slipped through the crack in her ass and pulled her tiny hips up against his fuck tool, using her tiny body to fuck his dick instead of the other way around, she started to move.
She was excited all right. Excited from fear, then pain and now pure pleasure. Each jab into her cunt set off another flurry of excitement. The harder Gordon Wilson fucked, the more joy she experienced.
Her head was spinning faster and faster like a merry-go-round suddenly gone out of control. Or like a top swirling off into space.
She was so lost in her own pleasure world, that Sherry didn't hear Gordon scream. She only felt his sudden flurry of hip thrusts and then the geyser of molten liquid spewing into her cunt. It was hot and sticky and it thoroughly soaked her pussy. Gordon rammed his juice into her twat and now it was spewing out the parted twat lips dribbling like a faucet on the rug.
Sherry was so happy that she was going to scream. Only another voice beat her to it.
"What the good goddamn is going on!" shouted the voice.
And Gordon Wilson groaned to himself. As his hot joy cream shot into Sherry's cunt taking his passion with it, he realized that it was all over.
He recognized that voice anywhere.