Toward Ms. Alice's house

Coraline felt the warm sun on her face and through the fabric of her t-shirt and skirt, kissing and ticking the bare skin underneath. The leggings she was wearing were light and thin, too thin for this dreary neighborhood and even in the warmth of the sun, the gray skies and unnaturally dreary surroundings seemed to pull the warmth out of everything around her.

Everything except for the heat of her pussy. As she moved, Coraline knew the crotch of her leggings was soaked; not that that took much these days, especially not after her Daddy caught her saying those dirty things. God the temptation to duck against one of those walls of Mr. Bobo's gate around his house and dig into her bare pussy was almost overwhelming. Her parents would be working in the garden though and they'd see.

Her father...her Daddy...would see. Fuck that'd be hot. Would he watch? Would he start stroking too? Right there, or would he have to go in the house? Maybe he'd start getting frisky with mom right there, watching over her shoulder to see what his wickedly slutty daughter was up to. And Coraline would be up to about four fingers sloshing in and out of her long-neglected cunt.

Coraline went weak in the knees at the thought. Her Daddy...watching...not looking away. Would he let him watch her cum? Explode fountains of jizz into the air to splatter on the ground between them? Would some of it hit her? Her feet, her thighs, her...oh fuck....would he paint her craven cunny in his man juice? Her tits? Would he plaster her face?

"Fuck, girl!" Coraline said loudly, but to herself. Anyone within normal conversational earshot would have heard her. She realized she didn't care. "Get a hold of yourself!" she said again and then pictured her own hand in her hungry, quivering, soaked pussy. "Not like that," she chided. "Fuck...just because it's been weeks since anyone else has touched you...ever since that goodbye fucking you got from the track team...mmmm fuck that was good...." Coraline kept talking to herself loudly.

"All that cock...all that cum....the lesbian sisters eating and fingering and..."

"Hello?" came a voice from over the fence she was next to. Coraline snapped back to reality and she realized several things simultaneously.

Her puffy nipples capping off her almost non-existent breasts were practically cones sticking up from her chest.

She had gone all the way to the end of the random Victorian mansion Cul-de-sac that they lived in and she was at the garden wall of Ms. Alice's place. It was a hedge that encompassed the entire property like a castle wall and Coraline doubted that there was any fence in the middle.

Her pussy was soaked. Hot. Aching. Craving.

She'd just been caught again, and that feeling was even more intense. Fuck. She needed....needed.

Needed fucking anything...and the way her mind was spinning, the filthier and more taboo the better.

"Hello?" rang a sweet sounding feminine voice through the hedge. "I heard you talking?"