Chapter 6
Sherry was terribly sore between her legs. When she rose to her knees, a span of pain roared up through the tiny black slit that formed her twat and she had to sit down fast.
Watching Gordon through the doorway as he forced his way into Margaret made the little girl feel queasy at the pit of her stomach. She was too young to know what Gordon was doing. But Margaret wasn't enjoying it. Even though she tingled all over her skinny body just watching Gordon.
"Damn you child," he bellowed. "Move it."
Obediently, she rose and ignoring the soreness, waddled over to the breakfast table. Sherry saw the broken dishes and the over turned butter and eggs on the table and knew her mother would raise hell.
Margaret turned her tortured face to the side and stared at naked Sherry. What once had been envy was turned into pleasure. She had gotten used to the hard flesh rod zipping back and forth in her rear hole, tantalizing her. It felt good. Better than good; it was fantastic!
"More," she groaned. "Give me more, darling. Stick it up my asshole. Stick it! Stick it in hard!"
She didn't know what she was saying because his round cock was spiking her hole and making the puckered flesh scream with pleasure. She looked at Sherry with those big eyes of hers and her breasts started to burn. She wanted to hug the child like a mother. As the prick shaft stuck her butt, Margaret was wild to cuddle Sherry in her arms and let the girl suckle her swollen nipples.
Sherry didn't know what Gordon wanted from her. He looked pretty busy fucking Mrs. Anson. Maybe she was supposed to watch and learn something. Certainly, she could pick up a few pointers. Because playing with yourself and getting laid once didn't really turn a woman into a lovemaking expert.
"Come here, darling," Gordon groaned. His swollen balls were pumping up and down in his swollen scrotum. He was holding back his juice because ass fucking Margaret was a dream come true and he didn't want to stop just yet. He was riding the crest of an enormous wave; a giant wall of pleasure that was going to come crashing down any second.
"On your knees," he moaned.
Sherry quickly did as she was told. The pain in her snatch disappeared. As he motioned towards his leg, Sherry crawled underneath the inverted V of his legs. She saw his stout shaft jamming Margaret's spread butt cheeks. It didn't seem possible that a man could put his prick in that tiny hole. But Mrs. Anson was screaming out for him to fuck her asshole so, that's where he had to be. She felt spasms of pain in her butt, and wondered if Gordon was going to fuck her back in her butt too.
"Hurry and suck," he groaned. Gordon tried to order Sherry, but he was panting too hard to get the words out. There were just a few precious seconds until his raw dick shot sperm into Margaret's reamed out asshole. Just a few seconds until it happened and he wanted Sherry's lovely mouth sucking him, but he couldn't talk. Weakly he pointed down to his groin.
Sherry sat down on her heels looking up. Behind his pistoning cock hung the bloated scrotum. It looked like a miniature punching bag. It was covered with a forest of hair, hair that was now wet from fucking.
She reached up and touched his manhood. His balls jumped a mile.
"Ooooh, yes, darling," he said. "With your mouth."
Then she understood. She opened her jaws until the muscles ached and rose up towards his balls. The smell of sex hung like a miasma between his legs. She found it difficult to breathe, yet on the little girl went until her mouth touched him.
He was warm and hairy and sweaty. His balls were so big, she thought he might explode all over her mouth. Out came her tongue to lick his nuts. The tip barely touched his scrotum. Yet Gordon was screaming for her to lick him clean. He shouted wildly scaring the diffident girl who was amazed that a man's balls could get so big.
"Ah! Ah!! " he moaned. Then frantically, he jammed her face against his crotch and her mouth opened magically. He felt her hot breath surrounding him, then her lips sealed tightly around the top of his wrinkled pouch and he laughed wildly. His balls were now swishing inside the 13 year old's juicy mouth while his pecker made mush out of Margaret's asshole.
At the same instant Margaret's ass channel was contracting around the pecker stuck so defiantly inside it's tortured walls. Margaret was so surprised she couldn't talk. Her butt was like a second pussy squeezing and jerking on Gordon's cock, and it felt good as the muscle constrictions brought joy to her body.
"Yaaaaaahoooo!"' she shouted out. Her hips were swaying back and forth, banging the table edge. He was thrusting forward, matching her stroke for stroke as his balls were so gently sucked by Sherry's mouth.
Sperm shot out of his scrotum and through the long stem of his cock. It welled for an instant in the tip, swelling out until his thrusting prick came to a sudden halt in her sweltering asshole and then the long white strands of sperm shot into her hole.
"Fucking A," he laughed. He jerked his hips, yahooing like a cowboy on a three day binge. Down below, Sherry mouth came down on his deflating sack. She watched the cannon sized cock go into Margaret's asshole, then froze for an instant. Suddenly Margaret was short stroking his cock. She used her hips like pistons to take inside.
Sperm shot back through her butt and coated the inside of Margaret's ass cheeks. Sherry's mouth remained glued to the swollen balls rumbling on her tongue. With each thrust, her face was brought closer to the splayed cheeks of Margaret's butt. Sherry could smell the hot and heavy sex. Without realizing it her hand crept down to her crotch where a finger was creating a silent joy between her pussy folds.
Suddenly, sperm spurted on Sherry's nose. At the same instant, Gordon drove his dick home taking Sherry's face with it "Hot damn," he yelled. Sherry's face was stuck in Margaret's rump, but Gordon didn't care. His dick was spurting juice like a fire hose. His sperm was going up her asshole and out her tonsils, or so it felt. He groaned and fell forward on Margaret's back.
Sherry was over come. Her nose was crammed right against Gordon's pecker and Margaret's rump and she almost suffocated. Her little Angers stuck in her slot and as she pulled her mouth away from the deflated scrotum, leaving Gordon's nuts to droop down, heavy with exhaustion.
For what seemed an eternity, the threesome lay collapsed in the kitchen. They made a panting sound like dogs after a fight. Or a football team after a hard, summer practice. The exhaustion came from a source deeper than physical fatigue. It was that level of exhaustion that borders on bliss, when the soul breaks free of the body and hovers like a ghost in the air.
Margaret Anson was a mess. She sat dumbly on the floor, her back against the table leg and her thighs spread out wide in a V shape. The sporran of black pubic hair glistened and sweat trickled down her chest and belly. The fiery pain in her asshole was gone. She could still feel the sperm inside her rectum squishing around taking it's own sweet time to trickle out her butt. Flexing her rump helped. But Margaret would be feeling Gordon Wilson's seed for quite some time.
The bastard, she gasped. She was thoroughly humiliated. He had striped her and treated her willing flesh cheaply. She felt like an animal that had been auctioned off; cattle that Gordon could knead, and play with and fuck when and if he wanted to. He's crazy, she thought looking his way quickly. He raped your asshole! Striped you and raped you and treated you like dirt.
Sherry was sitting next to Margaret wondering what mommy would say. There were broken plates to explain not to mention the mess in the living room. She breathed deeply through her mouth and raising a tiny hand to her cheek, she felt the crusty white fluid that had dried on her skin. It was the juice that had shot out of Margaret Anson's butt and had splattered her face. She had to get up right away and wash her face clean. Sherry rose unsteadily and halfway up, her legs gave out.
A pair of hands held her steady, and gaining her balance she finally stood.
"Let me help you to the bathroom," said Gordon as if reading her mind.
It was the very least he could do.