'Hi there.'
Sharon looked around. There was a withered up looking old Chinese man sitting on the park bench with fingers and hands that looked scrawny and birdlike dipping into a bag of popcorn. He flung kernels into the air and laughed as the hungry pigeons fought for the white treats.
A classic dirty old man, thought Sharon. His short grizzled white whiskers and yellowed face with small, beady dark eyes staring at her, and just a trace of spittle on his oriental lips. He was bent over too; almost bent in half, she guessed.
He nodded to her mildly, wondering why he had spoken to her. Surely he was lonely. Talking to him would be the friendly thing to do.
When she said hello in response to his greeting, he immediately shifted from his bench seat and beckoned for her to sit beside him. He looked around, just a foot or so separating them on the park bench. Why did he keep looking at her like that?
He pointed to his popcorn. 'Like some?' he asked, rattling the bag at her.
'No thank you!' she said, suddenly disgusted by the thought of eating bird's food. What made him pick her out of the crowd of girls wandering through the park? Sure, though, he was just being nice. She sat back against the back of the bench with the breeze blowing her fine platinum hair around her naked shoulders. Oh, my God, she suddenly thought. I forgot to put on my clothes I'm sitting here in my bikini! Hurriedly, Sharon delved into her canvas bag and pulled on a tee shirt that covered her top half, but leaving her smooth thighs bare to the world.
'Nice day?' the man said after a bit, edging closer to her on the warm wooden bench in the bright summer sunshine.
'Ah, yeah…' she stammered.
Then suddenly the man slid the rest of the way across the park bench toward her and arched her shoulder with his bony arm.
'You wanna come back to my hotel room?' he said, and Sharon gave a muffled cry and struggled to get away. But he managed to hold her in his claw. 'I got something I wanna show ya.'
The old man cackled and Sharon struggled even harder, but in vain. Suddenly he unzipped his pants and reached inside, pulling out the lengthy wizened shaft of his semi-rigid penis, and then reaching below it to drag out his almost shriveled testicles as well.
'See that!' he whispered, completely exposed now. 'You wanna touch?' And he grabbed her flailing hand and pressed it tight around his blood-swollen rod of flesh.
At first Sharon was mystified. She had never heard of men who exposed themselves to young girls before. And my God, his penis felt thick and hot and hard, pulsing under her reluctant hand like a caged animal. Immediately she realized the potential danger of her situation, and with a scream and a violent lurch, she broke out of the man's temporarily relaxed grip. With her canvas bag in one hand and her hair flying, the frightened girl went running from the park without even a backward glance.
After that, Sharon ran for her sister's house. What kind of crazies lived in this town, anyway? she wondered, trying to focus her sexual smoldering on some constructive thinking, but the only constructive thought she could summon, was satisfying that burning tingle between her legs. That hot and obscenely thick penis her hand had rested on moments before hadn't helped any, either. Oh God, how good it would feel thrusting up between my legs! All she could think about was getting back to Rhonda's house in a hurry and then finger-fucking herself like crazy! Oh, but cripe, it had to work!
She closed her eyes and tried to control the burning turmoil in her loins, but it was no use. Merely pressing her thighs closely together was no help.
Sharon broke into a run when she rounded the corner to 1131 Jones Street seeing the ranch style brick house with the red convertible parked in the drive. Home at last! Throwing her possessions down on the top step, she plunged her hand in her pocket, expecting to find the house key, but came out with only a handful of damp lint. OH, God, now I've lost my key, too! she wailed to herself.
After trying every door and window in the house, Sharon finally surrendered and headed for Marla's house where she would ask to use the phone and call her sister to let her in the house. Then, maybe, she could find some satisfaction.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Good Lord, what's going on here? tutted the platinum-tressed teenager, distraught after minutes of ringing the door bell and pounding 'til her knuckles turned white. Perhaps the neighbor lady was in her back yard. She remembered, now, Rhonda was saying that her neighbor Marla all but lived in her back yard with her pet German Shepherd, Cesar.
Sharon came around the house to the back patio, where the high wooden fence separated Marla's dog pen from the neighbor's adjoining backyard. Though it made her feel nosey peeking over someone's fence and spying on her privacy, Sharon rose to her tip-toes and pulled herself up to chin level to scan the patchy back yard. It was then she heard the alarming words: 'Oh, Dobbie, oh God! Don't! You mustn't lick my pussy, you naughty dog. It feels too goood!'
Sharon's breath caught in her throat. What on earth was going on here? Dobbie? Dobbie had to be an animal's name! She struggled to find a knot-hole in the thick, wooden fence, but found it security tight, safe from the eyes of peeping strangers… like Sharon.
Sharon could hardly believe her ears. Oh, God, what was a woman letting a dog do such nasty things to her? Slowly, almost fearfully, the anxious teenager made her way along the fence, like a rabbit eyeing a carrot patch, her smooth buttocks wiggling nervously under her cut-offs.
'OH, Dobbie! Oh, you naughty dog! You've got your tongue stuck up all the way into mama's – urggh! Oh God! Dobbie, you're driving me crazy with your tongue! What would my sister say if she knew! Oh, fuck my cunt with your tongue!'
Sharon felt as if she had an orange stuck in her larynx. Dobbie! A dog was fucking this woman with his tongue! This was ghastly!
But this feeling did not prevent Sharon from moving swiftly across the patio's cool brick floor toward a latched gate that separated the dog's pen from the rest of the yard. She pushed her fingers against the partially opened gate and watched it slide open wider to reveal the most indecent and lewd sight she had ever seen in her life!
For there, on the ground lying on a huge beach towel, was the mysterious neighbor lying stretched back, her legs spread crab-like, her full firm breasts quivering tantalizingly and the nipples distended with her lust, as a Doberman Pinscher lapped his long red tongue over and back through her shining wet pussy, drawing her moist dark pubic curls after it with every obscene lick!
Sharon gasped and fell back into the shadows against the barbecue pit, her fingers moving instinctively up under her levi cut-offs toward her bathing suit bikinis, then inside through the snug elastic waistband to course down through her sparsely curling pubic hair. One finger found the swollen lips of her itching and burning young cunt, making a tiny, titillating little circle all around their hypersensitive outer edges. She bit down hard on her sultry, pouting lower lip, and began to move her finger around faster under her bottoms. This was altogether too much! She thought she was going to go out of her mind, unable to deny herself any longer. First, there was Bob's hungry stare as she left in her bikini, then the newsboy's hungry kiss, and then that obscene old man in the park… and now her sister's neighbor was deep in the throes of sexual adventure so lewd that Sharon's young mind could scarcely grasp it. What was the world coming to? Was this maturity?
Everywhere she looked, she was getting turned on. It seemed to be other people… and dogs who were having most of the fun, and her hot little cunt couldn't stand the waiting any longer! Had her sister withstood these temptations when she was Sharon's age? Today was a day wherein nothing seemed to be sacred. Maybe it was a full moon…
Her mind aflame with desire, the pretty blonde teenager stuffed her middle finger up through the pleasantly drenched confines of her slippery cunt, working it around. Fierce enervating waves of lust seemed to inundate her
