Chapter 1
Sally Hales lived with her Uncle Willy and her Aunty Sue on a small farm in Kansas. The Hales' farm was just a mile outside of Gunchville where Sally went to school. Of course, Sally should have finished school two years before, but she had lost a lot of time ever since she had discovered what fun she could have by putting her finger in the sweet, tender little slit between her thighs and rubbing it briskly. However, this was Sally's secret and nobody besides Sally's little dog Popo knew about it.
Popo was Sally's only friend on the farm except for Uncle Willy's hired man, old Punk. Any time that Sally didn't have chores to do, she and Popo would slip away to the creek to play. Sally would play with herself and Popo would lick himself and, while Sally dreamed of what she would do when she was old enough to leave the farm, Popo would dream about what he would do if he were a man and could jump pretty Sally.
"Golly gee, Popo," Sally would say. "I'm almost nineteen years old, and still Uncle Willy and Aunty Sue treat me like a baby! I don't know what I'll have to do to show them that I'm a big girl."
Then her sweet, round hips would begin to surge and her delicious pink nipples would swell and her tender little fingers would fly in her honey-dewed slit. "Oh! Oh my!" Sally would gasp. "It's coming, Popo! Oh gee, it's coming!" And she would have a darling delightful climax with the hot juice trickling and dripping in her perfectly lovely little pussy.
One afternoon in August, when Sally and Popo had been playing by the creek for considerably longer than usual and Sally had made it three times, and Popo had licked himself so long that he had shot his little doggy wad on the ground, Sally looked at the sky and gasped, "Oh me, Popo," she said. "It is late and Aunty Sue will be worried about me!"
Sally and Popo started home, hurrying, because Sally had something else worrying her too. Only that morning when Sally had walked into town for her Aunty Sue, who needed a spool of thread, Popo had chased Miss Vera Gunch's pussy cat under Miss Gunch's shrubbery and had knocked the dickens out of that stuck-up, snobbish cat. Of course, Sally didn't know exactly what Popo had done, but she knew he had been naughty and that Miss Gunch would be angry if she found out.
Miss Vera Gunch was the richest person in Gunchville and she didn't seem to like Sally at all. And she didn't like Popo even a little bit. And she had come out on her porch and actually yelled at Sally! What had Sally worried was that Miss Gunch had said she was going to do something about Popo that he wouldn't like.
So, as she hurried home, Sally was one worried little girl and, as she often did, she talked about it to Popo.
"Golly, Popo, I don't see why everybody treats me like I'm a little girl."
Popo panted sympathetically and agreed that he certainly didn't understand it either.
"Gee, I'm a big girl now, Popo," Sally went on. "And not only that, I think I'm pretty, too. Do you think I'm pretty, Popo?"
"Woof, woof!" Popo replied, admitting that as far as he was concerned, Sally was pretty enough to make him give up pussy cats anytime.
"Oh, Popo," Sally sighed, "I don't know what I'd do without you. But I do wish I could do whatever it is that big girls do. Sometimes I feel so funny when I look at Punk working, and he has such a big old bulge in the front of his pants!"
Then Sally reached the gate and went into the yard. She and Popo went into the house but couldn't find Aunty Sue or Uncle Willy. Sally went out into the barnyard but couldn't find Punk either. Sally went into her own room and sat down on the bed.
The reason Sally didn't find her uncle and aunt was simple. They were in their room knocking off a quickie. Uncle Willy Hales didn't get a hard-on very often anymore, and when he did, Aunty Sue grabbed it while it was hot. Now they were locked together on the bed. Uncle Willy's long, skinny stem was rooted in Aunty Sue's wet, tight pussy and the old man's bony ass was pounding up and down for all he was worth. Aunty Sue had her knees drawn up and her feet braced on the bed so she could shove her plump, hot pussy up every time Uncle Willy shoved down. Her creamy juice was bubbling in her slit and her pussy was clutching at Willy's shaft.
"Pour it to me, Willy!" the woman panted. "Let's get off quick now. Sally will be home any minute and we don't want her to catch us at it!"
As soon as he heard his wife speak Sally's name, Uncle Willy groaned and started shooting off. As he saw the pretty, round, sweet girl in his mind he grunted and the hot cum just boiled out of him. "Yes," he grunted. "Sally! That's right. Ah, Geez! I'm coming, Sue! I'm coming!"
"I'm coming too," Aunty Sue cried. "Oh, Willy, I'm coming so good!"
The reason Sally hadn't been able to find Punk in the barnyard was simple. The hired man had sneaked off to the hayloft and was whaling away on his short, fat cock. He had it gripped in his fist and was pumping away for all he was worth. It was swollen up in his hand until he could hardly get his fingers all the way around it and he was almost ready to shoot. Then he heard Sally's voice in the barn calling him.
"Holy moly!" Punk gasped. "It's Sally! Oh gaw! That's one sweet little piece!"
And that's when his load began to fly. He spouted his hot juice so hard that it flew across the hayloft and out through the loading door. It fell down to the ground and some of it splashed right on Popo's nose. The little dog looked up and saw the open door. He licked his nose reflectively and thought that one of these days pretty Sally was sure as hell going to get what was coming to her.
Sally sat on her bed and rubbed her crotch, but since she had just gotten off three good ones shortly before, she couldn't get any action there. She sighed and started talking to Popo.
"Gosh, Popo, nobody has time to talk to me. Gee whiz, I wish there was somebody that liked me."
"Woof, woof, woof!" Popo said.
"Oh, I know you love me, Popo. But sometimes I get so lonely."
Just then there was a knock at the front door and Miss Vera Gunch called through the screen.
"Willy Hales! Willy, I must see you right away!"
Sally ran into the front room. Miss Gunch stood at the door holding a covered basket.
"Oh! Miss Gunch! What are you doing here?" Sally cried.
"I have come to collect your dirty little sex-mad dog," Miss Gunch snarled. "I have an order from the sheriff to let me pick him up as a public nuisance!"
"No! Oh, no, you can't have Popo!" Sally screamed. "Uncle Willy! Aunty Sue! Miss Gunch is here and she wants to take Popo away from me!"
Sally ran through the house and met her uncle and aunt coming from the bedroom.
"What's wrong, Sally?" Aunty Sue asked. "I didn't hear you come in the house."
"It's Miss Gunch," Sally said. "She's come for Popo."
The Hales hurried to the parlor. Aunty Sue opened the screen door and invited Miss Gunch inside.
"My heavens, Vera Gunch! Come in, Miss Gunch. Come into the parlor," Aunty Sue called.
"What's the trouble, Miss Gunch! What's Sally so upset about?" Uncle Willy asked.
"I have come to get that nasty girl's dirty little crotch-dog!" Miss Gunch said. "I know what she keeps him for, and it's a scandal what you let her do. But when he chased my poor little pussy cat and broke down my prize petunias doing it, it was just too much!"
"Doing what?" Uncle Willy asked.
"Is your pussy all right?" Aunty Sue asked.
"Of course it is!" Miss Gunch snarled. "Why shouldn't it be all right? Oh! You mean my cat! She's in a nervous state, that's what she is!"
"What pussy did you think I meant?" Aunty Sue asked.
"No! Popo didn't mean to hurt her pussy!" Sally cried. "He just wanted to play. And you're a mean old witch to want to take him away. You can't have him!"
"Oh can't I?" Miss Gunch smiled. "Read this official paper from the sheriff, Willy Hales. You'll see what I can do and what I can't."
Sadly, Uncle Willy took the paper. "Since you own the whole town," he said, "I reckon you can do what you want to do," he said. "Sally, there's not a thing we can do. It's the law."
Uncle Willy picked the little dog up and held him out to Miss Gunch. Popo snarled and snapped at her and the woman screamed and jumped away.
"Nasty, vicious animal! He tried to bite me. Put him in this basket!"
"Oh, nobody cares about me!" Sally cried. "Nobody cares at all. I wish Popo had bitten you, and your pussy too!"
She ran out of the parlor and into her room where she threw herself down on the bed and cried.
"Poor child," Aunty Sue said. "Vera Gunch, you are a wicked, cruel woman. If I weren't a lady, I'd tell you what you really are!"
Miss Gunch took the basket with Popo in it and marched out to the gate. She strapped the basket on the back of her bicycle and pedaled off to town. The Hales looked at each other sadly and went back to their chores on the farm.
Sally lay on her bed and cried for a long time. After a while she sat up and dried her eyes. "I'll runaway," she declared. "Nobody loves me here so I will leave and find a place where people will love me!"
She quickly wrapped a clean apron and some handkerchiefs in a big bandanna. Then she stole quietly out of the house and out to the road. Then she ran until she came to the bridge across the creek. Feeling very sorry for herself, Sally leaned on the bridge rail and looked down at the water. "If I jumped into the creek and drowned myself," she whispered, "then I'll bet they'd all be sorry and wish they had loved me while I was alive."
Of course, the fact that Gunch Creek was only four feet wide and three inches deep made this a very unlikely occurrence. But then Sally really didn't plan to jump anyway. She really wouldn't have missed a single chance to rub her little pussy and make the good feeling come for anything.
Then Sally smelled something cooking. She looked up the creek and saw a brightly painted gypsy wagon and a fat little man toasting hot dogs over a fire. She crossed the bridge and went along the creek to the campfire. She looked at the wagon and saw that it was built like a little house with windows and doors and bright, red letters on the side that told her that this was the wagon of Doctor Wonder, Prophet and Fortune Teller, Crystal Ball Reader and Inventor of Wonder Root Elixir, Guaranteed to restore Vigor and Endurance!
"Good day, Sir. Are you Doctor Wonder?" Sally asked.
"Oops! What? Oh, harrumph! Yes! Yes indeed! Doctor Wonder, at your service!" he smiled
Doctor Wonder looked keenly at the pretty girl. He saw her fresh, pink cheeks and her sparkling brown eyes. He admired her shiny black hair and her full pink lips. And most of all he admired her round, firm figure. Sally's firm and shapely breasts bulged in her tight dress and her skirt hugged her sweetly curving hips. Doctor Wonder looked at Sally's long and tapering legs and he almost stared a hole through her apron as he tried to see her treasure box.
"My, my what in the world brings a pretty little girl here to old Doctor Wonder's camp?" he asked.
Sally sat down on a rock across the campfire from Doctor Wonder. She started to tell him her sad story while the Doctor tried to look up her skirt. When she finished her tale, Sally said, "Oh, Doctor, what should I do?"
"Now, now, my little luscious jail-bait," Doctor Wonder said.
"Oh, Doctor!" Sally cried. "I'm not jail-bait! I'm almost nineteen years old!"
"Wonderful!" the Doctor smiled. "Then you have two choices. You could, of course, join up with me and help me con the rubes."
"What would I have to do?"
"Ah, my dear," the Doctor sighed. "Would that you had come along twenty years ago, or even ten!"
"And the other thing you can do, and in your case it might be the best, is go back to your family. You see, Sally, they do love you very much and this was just a bad day for everyone. By gaw, I know I would love you, if I had the chance!"
"Woof, woof, woof, woof!"
" Popo! Oh, Popo, you got away!" Sally cried.
Popo came bounding down the bank of the creek. His tail was wagging furiously and he leaped into Sally's lap. Sally fell backward off the rock and her legs flew into the air. Her tender little quim with its crisp, black curls was exposed under the thin white panties.
"Oh my, yes!" Doctor Wonder choked. "You must go home at once. I think something is about to come up!"
Sally got up and looked at the panting, purple-faced man. "Oh, Doctor Wonder, are you all right?"
"Run along, child, quickly! The sky is getting dark and we may be in for a blow. And good luck, Sally. I'm sure that you are going to get all the love you want!"
"Oh, thank you, Doctor Wonder. I feel so much better now," Sally cried. "And I love you, too!"
She and Popo hurried away. When they reached the road the sky was black and a fierce wind was whipping dust into the air.
"We'd better hurry, Popo. It looks like a storm or something is coming!"
Back at the Hales' farm everybody was working frantically. Punk and Uncle Willy had opened the door to the storm cellar while Aunty Sue was trying to tie down things that might blow away. Hanging in the sky to the west and rushing straight toward the farm was the ominous, black funnel of a huge tornado.
"Sally! Salleee! Where are you, child?" Aunty Sue was calling. Her voice was almost lost against the roar of the storm.
"Sue! Come to the cellar!" Uncle Willy cried. "It's too late now! We've got to shut the door!"
Punk and Uncle Willy pulled the woman inside the storm cellar and locked the door. Now the wind was so close that objects were being sucked off the ground and taken into the evil, twisting funnel.
Sally had picked Popo up and was struggling against the wind to get to the storm cellar. When she found the door closed she kicked on it and screamed for them to open it but her voice was smothered by the howling tornado.
"Oh, Popo, they've locked us out!" she cried. "What shall we do?"
She ran inside the house and went to her room. There she and Popo huddled together on her bed. The house rocked as the tornado reached for it and suddenly, with a lurch and a crunch it shook and tilted. Sally fell across the bed as the black funnel sucked the house up and whirled it into the sky.
"Popo!" Sally screamed, "The tornado has sucked us off the ground! We're going right up in the sky!"
The house shook and shuddered as the storm lifted it higher and higher. Then, after a while, the motion got smoother and the house sailed along steadily. Sally got off the bed and went to the window. She looked outside and saw many things floating along in the storm. Two men came by in a rowboat, one rowing and the other holding a fishing pole. When they saw Sally they waved and smiled. Sally waved back then gasped in surprise. Both men had taken out their cocks and started jerking off at the girl.
"Oh my, Popo," the girl said. "What a curious thing to do!"
The boat sailed away and along came Miss Gunch on her bicycle. She pedaled swiftly until she saw Sally. As she grinned an evil grin at the girl, she suddenly changed. Her flat straw hat became a tall, peaked witch's hat and her sober dress became a long, black witch's gown. The bicycle became a broom. The witch that still looked like Miss Gunch leered at Sally and laughed hideously.
"I see you, my dear," she cackled. "Just you wait! I'll get you for my pussy!" Then she laughed again and pulled up the skirt of her dress. Holding it above her waist she began to frig her hairy slit with the broom stick.
"Golly, Popo," Sally said. "Everything is so strange up here!"
The house lurched again and its motion began to slow down. Then it began to drop.
"Popo! We're falling!" Sally cried.
The house fell swiftly. Sally grabbed Popo and they crouched on the bed. There was a tremendous thump and the sound of glass breaking. Sally fell off the bed and landed on the floor. She got up and listened.
"Gee, Popo, listen! I hear birds singing. I wonder where we are."
Sally and Popo went to the front door. When Sally opened the door she gasped in shock. The house had landed on top of a low hill and through the masses of huge flowers that surrounded it, Sally could see a small village of tiny houses set on brightly colored streets.
"Oh, golly gee, Popo," Sally whispered. "I don't know, but I don't think this is Kansas!"