Chapter 8
Just the three of them. It was a joyous group that met clandestinely in Sherry's house to explore the most fiendish sort of sex play.
Sherry was very grown up for her age. But one could only expect so much from a thirteen year old. At a tender age when girls still played with dolls, Sherry had the real thing. She was learning first hand all about life from a man who had been taught the more exotic forms of sexuality from a Chinese whore and then had invented a few forms of his own.
Sherry was also the willing pupil of Margaret Anson, a woman who was infatuated with Gordon and secretly jealous of Sherry. It was the first time that she had experienced jealousy. Her life had been one big success story: high school cheerleader, college beauty queen, successful fashion model-all positions Margaret had filled so capably. Now a teenage brat-a friend of her own daughter yet-was stealing the attention of the man she loved. It was an unsettling experience, one that made Margaret mad.
She vowed secretly to get even.
Gordon Wilson was supremely confident with the two females. Inside Sherry's house, he locked the doors and drew the window shades. He walked about the living room, striped naked, ordering the girls to go into one sexual position after another. He was arrogant and commanding in his manner. And he resembled the lion tamer at the circus in the way he snapped commands.
But beneath this veneer of authority was another Gordon Wilson. He was so overwhelmed and frightened by what he'd done to Sherry that he needed sleeping pills at night to stop the nightmares. He knew it was all his fault. From the moment he had caught her masturbating at the little league game, he realized his mistake. If he had scolded Sherry, then that would have been the end of it.
But he didn't. Thrilled by his encounter, Gordon had ended up playing with her butt and little sex slit until she had become a regular little nymphomaniac.
That was terrible. But Margaret was thrown into the mess. Now there was the two girls. And while Sherry was perfectly content, Margaret was something else. Gordon was no genius. But he didn't exactly need a map to get around the city. He knew a few things. And Margaret's jealousy was so evident and so potentially dangerous that Gordon decided to stop it once and for all.
"Come here, Sherry," he said. "And bring the vaseline."
Margaret was standing nude by the bookcase smoking a cigarette. She was more beautiful than ever. Her shoulders sloped down, giving a fuller dimension to her satiny smooth breasts. Her belly was flat and the muscles were pinched at the waist before curving out into her firm, sensuous thighs. The small triangle of pubic hair hid the red gash of her twat. Her nipples were swollen to thumb size. And there was no hiding the desire that sputtered beneath that haughty, sullen exterior.
Sherry quickly returned with the vaseline. She was equally beautiful though in a different way. Her breasts could not compete with Margaret's. But there was an innocence about Sherry, a open eye wonderment that inflamed Gordon passion. Perhaps, because this wonderment was a fleeting beauty that sputtered to life briefly in childhood only to-be extinguished forever by puberty. Gordon didn't push the reasons behind his obsession.
He wanted to fuck this little girl. He was honest enough to admit the truth to himself. That was all that mattered to him. Not good or bad or anything else. He wiggled his fuck stick into her tunnel and stirred it around and love the way it clasped his cock.
"Why does Sherry always come first," snapped Margaret. She was peeved. She was more demanding and selfish than any child.
As Gordon opened the vaseline jar, he looked up at Margaret's angry face and smiled. With two fingers he dug out a thick batch of goo and gently worked the viscous substance into the folds of her cunt. He had fucked that tiny hole many times and how amazing it was that her cunt was still tight and firm. Her pussy clamped against his finger.
"Hmmmmmm!" she giggled.
She always moaned or groaned when her cunt was being fingered. The voice was high and squeaky and when he penetrated those tight lips of her slit, the pitch jumped an octave. Damn, how nice she was.
He wanted to slide into her soppy, tight hole right up to his balls. His dick inflated out like a hot dog. He wanted to fuck the shit out of her. He wanted to jab his prick up her cunt until the circumcised head lodged in her throat and shot sperm through her nostrils.
When she was greasy with vaseline he finished. Her crotch was a smear of glistening transparent film. As he picked her up, licking her nipples gently until his tongue coated them with spit and made the ends tighten and throb.
Margaret watched, the anger boiling up, ready to explode. She watched Sherry begin to squat down on Gordon's prone body. She wanted to vomit. Never had one woman hated another so fully as Margaret hated Sherry. The filthy tramp, thought Margaret. She couldn't wait to get her hands on Sherry's ripe, skinny body. Margaret smiled. She'd make the little bitch bend over then ram a branding rod up her asshole!
But right that instant, Margaret could only watch helplessly as Sherry's tight twat inched down closer to Gordon's straight up erection.
Slowly she came closer until his cigar shaped cock touched her pussy. Sherry closed her eyes and tightened her lips. Lower she came. The head slipped in, pushing the fleshy pussy lips aside as he penetrated. Suddenly Gordon's hands were up holding the child's buttocks firmly.
"Squat," he commanded.
Sherry did as she was told. She bit her lip until a droplet of blood popped from the skin. Tears suffused her eyes. He was penetrating, oh, he was inside her. Inch by inch her cunt sleeve opened up to his cock. Warm, wet flesh, pink with blood, tense with excitement gripped his penis. She squirmed around the rigid rod forcing the contraction to hurry up. She was almost there. With Gordon's encouragement, she went the last few inches until finally he was inside completely.
"That's a good little girl," he said. Expertly he cupped her rump cheeks in his hands and once again guiding her up and down on his fuck pole. The vaseline made a popping sound as Sherry rose and fell. She looked.
Her scrawny body going up and down, coupled with the sounds of grease and flesh making contact with each other was a strange sight: Sherry looked like she was riding a teeter totter, except of course for the fleshy spike driven into her cunt sleeve.
Gordon bent his head. He was panting hard. His back arched like a bow. He wanted to suck Sherry's tits. Those pudgy knobs held his fascination. If he could only suck the soft flesh and tease those swollen red ends, then everything would be all right. But he couldn't reach her, and Gordon had to deny himself. Besides, the fucking was much too nice. And Sherry thought so too!
"Oh, oh, oh, ahhhhh!" she gasped. Her voice was halfway between a giggle and a scream. Sherry was still learning what an orgasm was. Excitement for little girls rarely went beyond ice cream cones, and birthday presents and perhaps a wild ride on a roller coaster. The thrill of sex was different, unexplainable. She wasn't aware of her giggling. Her cunt juices were oozing down on his fuck pole making him slick and slippery. She was pumping her thighs, making her hips go like pistons. It was beautiful to watch; motion set to poetry.
It was except for Margaret. She was so hot to fuck that her cunt itched terribly. The pain had begun between the cheeks of her butt and spread like wild fire to her twat.
She dipped two fingers into her fur pie and scratched. The hair was all saturated with her lubricants. Margaret rubbed with both hands. She watched desperately as Gordon's swollen red cock disappeared into Sherry's twat. Even across the room, she could see the lacing of blue veins bulging through the foreskin. As he impaled the teeny bopper with his prick, Margaret started masturbating in earnest. Her nails dug into the tiny clit button hidden away under the labia. The flicking nails caused sparks to erupt suddenly. She grunted once, then squatted down, driving her nails in again and again against the sensitive skin. "Ah! Ohhhhh! Ya!! " she shouted.
"Look at that!" Gordon exclaimed. Sherry's butt came up and down with jack hammer force. The sperm was swelling in his balls. There was no denying his desire to shoot his load into her ripe, little cunny. But Margaret was jacking off and that was wonderful to watch. And to taste too!
Margaret could get even with Gordon. All she had to do was stand there and masturbate. But as her fingers strained her cunt hole to the point of no return, she couldn't resist him. She knew what Gordon had in mind. That tongue could work wonders on her pubes.
So she waddled over, her fingers continuing to zing pleasure up her twat, and then in position, Margaret squatted down over his face.
She first felt his tongue go into her snatch. It was good and warm and raspy like a wood file against her cunny. She wanted to scream. But there was another treat in store for her. Because she felt something squirming in her rectum.
"Oooooohh!" she said. She was so startled that she knelt rock still above his face. Sherry was going crazy at the other end, using her cunt as a soft glove to jerk off his pecker. Margaret was up at his face. And she had a hard, stiff pecker rammed up her hole-her asshole! "What did you do dear!" she asked.
"I put a finger in too," he grinned.
Wiggling her fanny, Margaret discovered he was right. "That's awful," she said impishly. "Nice men don't do that."
But Gordon wasn't a nice man. He was a horny man. A very horny man and his pecker was about to explode inside the channel of a thirteen year-old tramp. And Margaret didn't have the time to sit back and enjoy his finger doing that awful thing to her butt. Because when Gordon shot his load, he wasn't going to feel like playing games with Margaret.
Damn that brat, snorted Margaret. She rubbed her ripe red slit back and forth on the outstretched tongue, twisting around so the tongue acted like a poker.
With a finger gliding into her butt hole and the nice soft tongue jabbing her cunt, Margaret was in a state of bliss. She hunched so both fuck tools reamed her guts. The anger dissipated for the time being. She could even watch Sherry cavorting on Gordon's cock without going into hysterics. Suddenly the inflamed prick erupted and the poor little girl nearly shot off like a cork out of a pressurized bottle. Thick long tendrils of sperm sprayed back through the tiny pocket of her cunt and slid down his dick. Margaret gasped. For at that second, his finger was joined to her backsides. Margaret watched helplessly as Gordon's body went into contractions. The long slender muscles of his belly tightened into knots as his hips drove the long, spurting cock into Sherry's cunt.
It was violent and raw. The little girl was thrown around like a fishing bobber on turbulent seas. She was wiggling and squirming and her tiny cunt was shuddering as jolt after jolt of passion struck home. The girl's eyes were snapped shut and Margaret's eyes were glued to her pouty, inflamed nipples that jiggled like jell-o. She felt a deep throbbing in her own breasts. She wanted to reach across and lick Sherry's nipples and make her feel the excitement that only one woman can give another. But she didn't because her rectum clamped down hard on Gordon's finger. It took only a second. But Gordon's finger drove into her gaping asshole with such force that it revitalized her frantic need to be fucked. Even if it was her asshole and not her cunt that was being fucked.
"Ohmigod!" Margaret screamed in surprise. She was impaled on the end of his finger spear. She humped up and down and drove the finger against her tender flesh. Her butt hole tried sucking on the finger like two big lips. Then something triggered her cunt hole and Margaret was in the throes of her very own orgasm.
"Aaaahhhhh!! ! " she gasped. Grinding down hard and harder, she took in his plunging digit. That the hot splatter of come was not going to pour into her asshole, did not deter Margaret. She bent over Gordon's belly and found Sherry's nipples with her mouth. The two wet lips found the hard, red buttons of flesh. Her tongue lashed out teasing the flesh, while her teeth tenderly clamped down on the jutting ends. Held firmly now, she licked and sucked on Sherry's breast riding out each wonderful spasm of pleasure surging up her asshole with a faster, wilder breast sucking.
Sherry screamed again. Her tiny cunt was coming again and again and now even her tits were on fire. The thick juice, thick as hot latex lined her pussy. She felt burned out inside even as she climaxed frantically with her convulsing lover.
"I don't ever want to stop," she cried. "Not ever."
And if Gordon and Margaret had their way, she wouldn't.