Inspiring the
Twisted Primer
Bob and Sally Lived on Elm Street
By Will Somers, 2006
Codes: bg, oral, 1st, parody, lingerie, light viol
..a story from a twisted grade-school reader, circa 1965..
October 2006
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Inspiring the |
Bob and Sally Lived on Elm StreetBy Will Somers, 2006Codes: bg, oral, 1st, parody, lingerie, light viol ..a story from a twisted grade-school reader, circa 1965.. |
October 2006 |
Bob and Sally lived on Elm Street. They went to school together.
It was almost summer. It was almost the end of school. On Wednesday their grade school had elections. On Thursday, the teacher told the class who won.
Bob was elected school president!
Sally was elected secretary!
Sally liked Bob. He had wavy, brown hair. He was a star baseball player. He wore Farrah slacks and button down shirts to school. She wanted to be his secretary.
Bob liked Sally. She had long, blonde hair and long legs. Her eyes were large and bright blue. She had exactly seventeen freckles on her nose. She wore pretty dresses to school every day. Her mom baked delicious cookies.
On Thursday, Sally wore a white Villager blouse with ruffles and a round collar. Her skirt was gray pleated cotton. She also wore white kneesocks and black Mary Janes.
Underneath her skirt, Sally wore silky red nylon pettipants. They had three rows of lace around each leg. Pettipants were like a slip under her skirt. Sally didn't want the boys to see them. Sometimes the boys saw the lacy legs. Sometimes Sally had to pull up the waist of her pettipants.
Bob liked the gray, pleated skirt, the Villager blouse, and the kneesocks. Bob really liked the silky red nylon pettipants. He thought they were cute.
Bob's sister had silky red nylon pettipants just like Sally's. Sometimes Bob secretly borrowed them. The silky red nylon pettipants helped him daydream about Sally.
Sally was elected his secretary! Bob was glad. Would she be his girlfriend? Bob wondered.
Bob and Sally walked home together on Friday. Bob wore his tan Farrah slacks and burgundy shirt. Sally wore her sleeveless gingham check dress with a frilly white apron tacked on the front.
Sally's mom invited Bob to stay for milk and cookies. Bob and Sally ate the cookies and drank tall glasses of milk.
Then Bob and Sally went outside. They sat underneath her bedroom window. The grass was cool in the shade. They sat quietly as the flies buzzed around them. Spot, Sally's dog, sat nearby wagging his tail.
Finally, Bob asked, "Sally, will you be my girlfriend?"
Sally said, "Okay!"
They sat quietly some more. Then Sally asked, "Do we need to hold hands when we walk home together?"
Bob thought about it. "I don't think so. We have to carry our books. Maybe we can kiss sometimes."
Sally said, "Do you remember Mr. Rogers? He worked for the library last summer. He taught me about French kissing."
Bob asked, "What is French kissing?"
"First we kiss, like in the movies," Sally explained. "We kiss with our mouths and open them. I put my tongue in your mouth and I touch your secret place. You put your tongue in my mouth and touch my secret place."
"What secret place?" Bob asked.
"I rub your rod through your pants. You reach under my dress and rub my crack through my underpants."
"Let's try it!" Bob said.
Sally lifted the hem of her short, gingham dress. Bob could see her shiny nylon underpants. The word "Friday" was stitched on them.
Bob and Sally put their lips together and rubbed their tongues together. Sally's fingers gently rubbed Bob's rod through his tan Farrah slacks. Bob's fingers gently rubbed Sally's crack through her nylon underpants. They kept kissing and kissing until they gasped for breath.
Then they went inside Sally's house. A fresh batch of cookies was ready!
Bob and Sally went to to the pool on Saturday. Sally wore a slick one-piece bathing suit. It was light blue and white nylon. Sally had a light blue and white stuffed porpoise on her bed. It had the same colors!
Bob wore khaki swim trunks. Sally liked them. The trunks looked like her big brother's Boy Scout shorts.
They swam and played in the pool. They played "Keep Away" with a rubber ball. Bob got the ball and stood in the shallow end. He held the ball in his hand. He held his hand as high as he could. Sally couldn't reach the ball. She tried to push Bob over. She tugged at his legs. She tickled him. Nothing worked.
Then she climbed him like a tree. She grabbed his arms and put her legs around his waist. She pulled herself up. She held on tight and grabbed his arm. She pulled herself higher.
Bob was losing. Sally was reaching the ball! Bob didn't care. His rod was getting hard. Sally was hugging him really tight. She was rubbing against his rod! It felt really nice.
Sally got the ball. She tried to escape, but Bob was a fast swimmer!
Bob caught Sally. He held her tight. She stretched her arm out. Bob couldn't reach the ball. Bob held Sally anyway. Sally wiggled a lot. Bob liked it.
Finally Sally wiggled away! Bob had to catch her again. Sally liked getting caught. She felt a tingle in her secret crack.
The lifeguard blew his whistle. Break time!
All the children got out of the pool. Only adults could swim.
Bob and Sally laid in the sun. Soon they were warm and dry. It was time to go home.
Bob and Sally walked home together from the pool. Sally wore a sleeveless white linen sundress with a ruffled hem. Underneath she wore her swimsuit. Her towel was draped around her neck. Bob wore a tee shirt that said "Junior Lifeguard" on it. His towel was draped around his neck.
They didn't have to carry any books. Sally held Bob's hand.
They stopped at the ice cream parlor. Bob bought Sally a strawberry ice cream cone. Bob bought himself a chocolate ice cream cone.
They had to cross Jackson Street on the way home. Toby and Bart were there. They were in the same class at school. They both wore dirty blue jeans. Toby wore a dirty white tee shirt. Bart wore a dirty gray tee shirt with the name of a gym on it.
"Hey, Spic and Span!" Toby yelled. Bob ignored him.
"Is that your girlfriend?" Bart asked him. Bob ignored him, too.
Sally looked at Bart with angry eyes, but said nothing.
When they got to Elm Street, Sally said, "I don't like those boys."
"If they don't shape up, they'll come to a bad end," said Bob.
Sally and Bob sat under Sally's bedroom window. They finished eating their ice cream cones. Their towels were in a pile on the grass. Bob's tee shirt was on the grass, too. So was Sally's white sundress.
Sally looked at Bob. He was tall, slim, and strong. She could see muscles in his shoulders. Finally, she said, "I really like you a lot, Bob."
Bob smiled shyly and looked at Sally in her thin, one piece swim suit. Sally was tall and slim, with a skinny waist. She had beautiful eyes and a really nice smile. The little swim suit was very tight. "I really like you, too, Sally."
"Let's take our swim suits off!"
"Just for a minute?"
Sally stood up and slipped the swim suit off of her shoulders. She slid it down to her hips. Then Bob took hold of his swim trunks. They both slid their swim suits down to their ankles.
Both children stared. Both blushed red.
Sally had two little bumps on her chest topped with round, pink nipples, colored like strawberry ice cream. Bob really wanted to touch them.
The little pink crack between her legs had a tiny pink knob on top. Above that was a sprinkling of blonde hair.
Bob had been bare chested all afternoon at the pool. Sally was eager for him to take off his trunks.
Between his legs, she saw his long, thin rod. It looked like a hot dog fresh from the butcher. It had a little pink helmet on top. Right between his legs, Bob had some brown hair and two round, little balls covered with skin. Sally thought it was cute. It was like a little pet animal. She wanted to cuddle it.
Just then, a loud, low voice called out. Sally's dad was looking for her! The children quickly put their swim suits back on. Sally went in the house. Bob went home.
Bob and Sally went to Sunday School. Bob wore a dark suit with tiny gray stripes. He wore a white shirt and a red striped tie. Sally though Bob looked handsome in that suit.
Sally wore a pink dress with an empire bodice and capped sleeves. She wore a matching pink satin hair ribbon. She also wore pink slipper shoes and nylon stockings. She had to wear a panty girdle to hold up the stockings. A stiff petticoat made her skirt swirl around.
Bob looked at Sally and said, "You look just like a princess!"
Sally smiled happily.
After church, Bob and Sally walked home together. Bob's parents went to an important cocktail party. Bob took Sally to his bedroom.
Bob took off his handsome suit coat. He took off his tie.
He unzipped the back of Sally's pretty pink dress. She took it off. She took off her pink shoes. She took off her petticoat. She was wearing her nylons, panty girdle, and a silky nylon training bra.
Bob took off his shirt and suit pants. He was just wearing his socks and a pair of tight, white cotton briefs. Sally saw a long bulge under the cotton briefs.
Bob and Sally sat on his bed. Bob touched Sally's legs. He ran his fingers up and down. The nylon was silky smooth. It felt wonderful.
Sally touched Bob's cotton briefs. She ran her fingers up and down the long bulge. She felt the bulge grow. She smiled to herself. She ran her fingers up and down the long bulge again and again. The bulge got bigger and harder.
Bob and Sally kissed with their tongues. Bob ran his fingers over Sally's panty girdle. It was very tight. He ran his fingers over the fabric covering her crack. They kissed some more. He ran his fingers over the fabric covering her crack again and again.
Sally didn't feel his fingers! She sat up. She stopped touching Bob's rod.
"I want to take this off!" she said. Bob tried to kiss her. Bob put her hand back on his underpants. She sat up again. Sally was getting angry!
Just then, they heard voices in the front yard! Bob's parents were home! Sally put her dress back on. She hid the petticoat under Bob's bed. His sister's pettipants were under there, too. Sally didn't see them.
Bob put on an old pair of Farrah slacks and a checkered shirt.
Bob and Sally walked home from school again on Monday. Bob wore his beige Farrah slacks. He wore a clean, red and white striped button down shirt. Sally wore a red and brown A-line print dress. She also wore penny loafers and short, brown socks.
Sally was very unhappy. She lost her textbook!
"I lost it near the baseball park," she said. "I'm afraid to go there. I saw boys from Jackson Street there."
"Don't worry, Sally," Bob said. "I'll get your textbook."
Bob went to the baseball park. He took his bat and glove.
As Bob came to the bleachers, he heard laughing. It sounded like Toby and Bart, the two boys from Jackson Street.
Soon he could see them. Bart wore a dirty gray teeshirt with the name of a gym on it. Toby wore a dirty white tee shirt. Bob could see a pack of cigarettes rolled in one sleeve! Both boys wore dirty blue jeans.
The two boys were holding a textbook. They were drawing on it!
Bob dragged his bat on the ground as he climbed the bleachers.
Clop! Clop! Clop! The bat banged against the stairs. Toby and Bart, the two boys from Jackson Street, looked up in surprise. They knew Bob didn't want to play baseball. They dropped the textbook and ran away.
Bob didn't chase them. He picked up the textbook. It was Sally's!
There was a pencil stuck inside. He opened it up. There were naughty things drawn on the picture of Elanor Roosevelt!
The boys from Jackson Street were definitely Communists.
Bob erased the naughty things in the book.
Sally was very happy when Bob brought her book back. She and Bob French kissed a little. Sally wasn't wearing a panty girdle. Bob told her about the picture of Elanor Roosevelt.
"What did they draw?" Sally asked. "I don't care if it's naughty. You have to tell me."
Bob was embarrassed. "They drew a boy with his rod in Elanor Roosevelt's mouth!"
Sally laughed. "I read about that in a secret library book! Mr. Rogers showed it to me."
Bob was surprised. "Did Elanor Roosevelt do that to boys?"
"No, no!" Sally said, laughing again. "That's not what I mean. Girls do it to boys they like."
Now Bob was mad. "Show me this library book! Did you do it to somebody? Did you do it to Mr. Rogers? "
Sally looked sad. "I can't show you the book. It disappeared after Mr. Rogers left. I just read about it. I didn't try it. Mr. Rogers was too old. He smelled funny."
"Are you sure the book is gone?" Bob asked.
"I looked and looked, but I couldn't find it," Sally said.
"Maybe the boys from Jackson Street stole it," Bob said.
Sally looked a little scared. "I hope not!" she said.
She looked at Bob shyly. "Can I try it with you?" she asked. "The book says it's lots of fun to do."
Bob took off his underpants. Sally held his rod in her hand. It was long and hard. She touched it with her fingers. Bob liked that. His rod got longer and harder.
Sally liked Bob's rod. The pink helmet was cute. She kissed the pink helmet. She licked the pink helmet. She licked up and down his rod. Bob sighed. He was happy.
Sally put her mouth around Bob's rod. She slid it in and out of her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down. Her long, blonde hair fell on Bob's legs. It tickled.
Sally and Bob were on Bob's bed. Bob had no clothes on. Sally wore her red and brown A-line print dress. Her penny loafers were on the floor next to Bob's bed.
Bob's rod was in Sally's mouth.
Bob watched the seventeen freckles on her nose bob up and down. His shaft slid in and out of her mouth. He felt her little pink tongue lick his shaft.
Suddenly, Bob got worried. "Wait, Sally!" he said.
Sally looked up.
"Sometimes I rub my shaft. It feels good. This feels better!"
"Good!" she said.
"But when I rub it, and rub it, and rub it, gooey white cream squirts out!"
"That's okay," Sally said. "I read about it. Cows do it, too. My grandfather has a cow. He squirts the cow's warm milk in my mouth. It's fun."
"Does it really taste like warm milk?" Bob asked.
"I don't know," admitted Sally. She smiled and said, "It will taste like you."
Sally put his stiff little shaft back into her mouth. Bob reached his hand out. He touched her long, slim leg. He rubbed his fingers back and forth. Her skin felt smooth and wonderful. Sally rolled over a little and spread her legs. The hem of her red and brown A-line print dress slid up her thighs. Bob could see her shiny white nylon panties. The word "Monday" was stitched on them. Bob rubbed her secret crack through the silky fabric.
Sally liked that. She licked and sucked his shaft. Bob sighed. Sally slid his shaft in and out of her mouth again, and again, and again. Each time Bob sighed louder and louder. Her head bobbed up and down faster and faster. The seventeen freckles on her nose moved up and down faster and faster.
Bob made a loud gasp. His shaft squirted cream into Sally's mouth. It didn't taste like cream. It was salty. It tasted just like Bob!
She swallowed it.
Bob gasped again. His shaft squirted more cream. She coughed a little and swallowed it, too. She slid his shaft in and out of her mouth a few more times. It squirted some more cream. She swallowed it. Soon Bob's shaft was soft as jelly.
Bob said, "Let's go watch TV!"
Sally replied, "Okay!"
Tuesday was Scout Day at school.
Bob wore his dark blue Cub Scout uniform. He had a yellow neckerchief with blue stripes. He had an official Cub Scout beanie. He wore brown shoes and official Cub Scout socks. He had three badges and nineteen arrow points. That was the most badges of anyone in his class!
Sally wore her new, green Girl Scout uniform. She was too old to be a Brownie. Her uniform had a yellow scarf, too. It had a row of buttons all the way down the front. Peeking between the buttons, there was the silky fabric of a long, white slip. Sally also wore black and white saddle shoes with official Girl Scout socks. Sally only had a few Girl Scout badges. She had to leave all her Brownie badges behind.
The teacher announced, "Bob had the most badges!"
All of the children cheered. Sally cheered loudly for Bob.
Then the teacher announced, "Sally has a perfect score in Arithmetic!"
All of the children cheered. Bob tried to cheer the loudest for Sally.
Then Bob asks the teacher, "Why don't I have a perfect score in Arithmetic?"
The teacher said, "Bob, you didn't do the worksheet on fractions."
Bob walked away sadly. Fractions were hard!
Sally asked him why he was sad. Bob said, "I can't do the fractions worksheet! I can't get a perfect score!"
Sally said, "I can help you. Let's do it today after school."
"Hooray!" Bob said. "We can go to my house!"
When the worksheet was finished, Bob asked Sally, "I am really happy! Can I make you really happy, too?"
Sally said, "Can I ask something really special? Really, really special?"
Bob said, "A perfect score in Arithmetic! Anything you want!"
"Can you lick my secret crack?"
Bob turned very red. He really liked Sally. He wanted to make her happy. This was too weird. He thought about it some more. Yes, it was too weird.
Finally, he asked, "Do people really do that?"
"Yes," Sally said.
"How do you know?"
"I saw pictures in the secret library book. Boys do it to girls. Sometimes girls do it to girls. I can wash first. I'll be really clean."
"Okay," Bob sighed. He couldn't say no to Sally.
Sally unbuttoned all the buttons on the front of her green Girl Scout uniform. She hung the uniform on a hanger. She was wearing her silky white nylon slip. It had a wide band of lace at the hem. Sally lifted the lace hem and grabbed her silky white nylon panties. The word "Tuesday" was stitched on them. She took the panties off. She put the panties on the hanger with her uniform.
Sally went into the bathroom to wash herself off. Bob took off his Cub Scout neckerchief, his Cub Scout shirt, and his Cub Scout pants. He hung them up.
Sally came back into his bedroom. Bob was wearing his tight, white cotton briefs. His rod wasn't hard. He was a little scared. He wondered what Sally would taste like.
Then he remembered. She would taste just like Sally!
Sally laid down on Bob's bed. Bob kissed her leg, just below the lace hem of her slip. He lifted the hem of her slip. Sally spread her legs open. Bob lifted the hem some more. He could see her secret crack! She spread her legs open some more.
Bob took his fingers and touched her secret crack. Then he kissed it, just like a pair of lips. He licked the lips up and down. Sally spread her legs even more, and the lips opened a little. Bob licked inside. It tasted just like Sally!
Sally sighed, and said, "That feels really nice."
Bob spread the lips open with his fingers and licked up and down. Sally sighed loudly. Bob licked the little knob at the top of her crack. Sally gasped.
"That feels wonderful!" she sighed.
Bob licked and licked. Sally put her hands on his head. She pushed her hips against his face. She sighed again and again. Her crack got really wet. It smelled of Sally. She gasped and cried out. Bob thought she was hurt. He tried to stop licking. Sally held his head. She rubbed his face on her secret crack. She cried out again and again. Then she let go of him.
Bob said, "Let's go play cards!"
Sally said, "Okay!"
Sally put on her Girl Scout uniform. She buttoned up the whole row of buttons. She put on her yellow scarf. She put on her shiny white nylon panties with the word "Tuesday" stitched on them. Bob put on his tight, white cotton briefs. He put on his old Farrah slacks and a short sleeved shirt.
They went to the family room. They played Go Fish.
Wednesday was the last day of school! Sally got to wear her new dress! It was a pastel blue Polly Flinders dress with smocking, ruffles, and lace. The dress looked really nice. Sally's mother bought it in the city.
Bob wore his blue blazer with a pastel button down shirt. He wore his white Farrah slacks.
Bob gave his last worksheet to the teacher. The teacher took it.
Bob waited for the teacher to announce that he had a perfect score in Arithmetic.
Finally, the day was over. School was finished! It was time for summer vacation! All of the children went home.
Sally wanted to walk home with Bob. Bob didn't want to. He wanted to talk with the teacher about his worksheet. Sally was surprised. Sadly, she walked home alone.
Bob asked the teacher, "Didn't I get a perfect score in Arithmetic?"
The teacher said, "I have to grade the worksheet first."
Bob was disappointed. He wanted the teacher make an announcement. He wanted her to say he had a perfect score. It was too late now.
At home, Sally found a note! It was typewritten. It said:
Sally looked at the note. She wondered why Bob typed the note. Bob had beautiful handwriting.
Sally went to the park. The bench was along a path where nobody went. She was a little scared. She looked up the path. If a bad person came, she should run down the path the other way.
She didn't like that place. The bench needed paint. There were cigarette butts on the ground. There was broken glass on the ground. There were nasty little wrappers on the ground. There were limp, old balloons on the ground. The grass even looked dirty.
She heard footsteps! Was it Bob?
No! It was Toby, the bad boy from Jackson Street! He was wearing his dirty blue jeans and a dirty tee shirt. There were cigarettes in the sleeve. He was smoking a cigarette, too!
Sally jumped up to run away. Then she heard footsteps on the path the other way! It was Bart, the other bad boy from Jackson Street! She was trapped!
Sally stood in front of the bench. She was mad and scared. These were bad boys! They should be good! They mustn't hurt her!
Toby laughed at her. Bart laughed, too. Soon they were standing next to her.
Sally tried to run but Toby grabbed her arm. She couldn't get away!
Sally wore her new pastel blue Polly Flinders dress with smocking, ruffles, and lace. She went to the park to find Bob. He wasn't there! Bart and Toby, the boys from Jackson Street were there instead. It was a trick!
Bart pushed Sally to the ground. Her new dress got dirty! She yelled at the boys and tried to stand up. Bart pushed her down again.
Her dress slid up. The boys could see her underpants! They were shiny white nylon with the word "Wednesday" stitched on them. Bart and Toby laughed again.
Bart took some twine from his pocket. He tied her arms to the bench. Sally couldn't get off the ground!
Sally started yelling. Toby slapped her and said, "I'll burn you if you don't shut up!" He waved his burning cigarette at her!
"Go away!" she yelled. Toby threw the cigarette at her. She squealed. It just missed her hair! Then she heard a funny sound.
"Snick!"
She looked at Bart. He was holding a knife! It looked really sharp.
"Do what we say! Be nice, or we'll cut your face! Girls with scars are ugly! Do you want to be ugly?"
Sally looked angrily at Bart. Then she heard another noise. Toby was taking off his pants! He wore boxer shorts with blue and white stripes on them.
Bart took off his pants, too. He wore boxer shorts with red and white checks on them.
"Me first!" cried Toby.
"No way, punk," said Bart. "I have the knife."
He bunched up his boxer shorts. He pulled out his rod!
It didn't look like Bob's beautiful rod. It was short. The end looked like an ugly tube. There was no pretty pink helmet.
"You suck me or get cut!" Bart hissed. He stabbed the knife into the wooden bench. It stuck. It was right next to her arm. Sally couldn't reach it.
Sally was afraid. She moved her head. She started to open her mouth. She could close her eyes. She could pretend. Maybe it was really Bob in disguise.
Bart moved his rod closer. Bart smelled bad.
Sally started crying.
"Shut up and suck me!" Bart yelled. Sally just cried more and more.
Bart hit her. Sally kept crying.
Sally went to the park to find Bob. He wasn't there. Bart and Toby were there, the bad boys from Jackson Street. They pushed her to the ground. Her new Polly Flinders dress got dirty! They tied her up. Bart hit her! Sally was crying.
"Bart, this is bad," Toby said. He was getting scared. Bart told him Sally really liked them. Toby didn't think so any more.
Bart hit Sally again. He hit her really hard.
It hurt so much that Sally stopped crying. She saw stars. She heard a ringing noise. She shook her head. Her hair fell down the front of her dress. There was blood. Her nose was bleeding!
Drip, drip, drip!
Sally held her head up. It didn't stop. She felt it drip down her chin.
"My dress!" she cried.
Blood dripped into her hair. Blood dripped onto the smocked bodice of her Polly Flinders dress. She turned her head away. Blood dripped onto the white collar and capped sleeve.
Then a loud voice shouted, "What is going on here?" A large man in a blue uniform walked down the path towards the bench. A policeman!
The two boys jumped up. They wanted to escape. They ran the other way. They left their pants behind!
Just then, a second policeman walked down the path right in front of them! Bob was next to the second policeman!
The second policeman put handcuffs on Toby and Bart. The policeman took Toby's cigarettes. Toby started crying.
Bob ran to the bench. He knelt next to Sally. Blood kept dripping from her nose and chin. She was hurt! There was blood everywhere! Bob hands started shaking.
The policeman said, "Relax, kid. It's just a bloody nose."
Bob took out his handkerchief. He gently wiped Sally's chin. She cried a little with pain. Bob gently held the handkerchief to Sally's nose. He saw the terrible bruise. He untied her arms. He helped her sit on the bench. He got blood all over his blue button down shirt. He didn't care.
A policeman called the ambulance. The ambulance men took Sally to the hospital.
Bob told the police about Sally's textbook. He said Toby and Bart were probably Communists. The policemen thanked him for the tip.
On Thursday, the policemen took Toby and Bart to see a judge. Sally stayed home resting. Bob went to the swimming pool.
Toby's mom and dad were very mad at him. Toby wanted to cry.
Bart's dad was mad at the judge and policemen. Bart looked scared.
The policemen told the judge what they saw. Sally was tied up. The boys didn't have their pants on. They were wearing boxer shorts. Sally was bleeding. There was a knife stuck in the park bench.
The policemen showed the twine to the judge.
The policemen showed the knife to the judge. It had Bart's initials on it!
The policemen showed pictures of Sally. She had a bruise on her pretty face, covering her seventeen freckles. There was dried blood on her cheek and chin. There was dried blood in her beautiful, long, blonde hair. There was blood all over her new Polly Flinders dress.
Then the policemen took out Sally's new Polly Flinders dress. They showed it to the judge. It was no longer new. It was no longer pretty. There was blood all over the smocked bodice. There was blood on the white collar. There was blood on the capped sleeve.
The policemen took out Sally's textbook. They opened it to the picture of Elanor Roosevelt. Bob tried hard to clean up the picture. The judge could still see the naughty things!
The judge was very mad. He did not like boys who hurt pretty little girls. He did not like Communists. He said both boys belonged in reform school!
Toby started crying.
On Friday the judge decided what to do with Toby and Bart. Toby and Bart had to pay for a new textbook. They had to buy Sally a new Polly Flinders dress.
Then the judge talked to the parents. Toby's parents were nice people, but their boy had been bad. He had to tell Sally he was sorry. He had to write "Elanor Roosevelt is a great American patriot" one thousand times. He had to stay in his room for a month! He could never get in trouble again.
Bart's dad was mad at the judge and the police. The judge got mad too. He wanted to put Bart's dad in jail. He sent Bart to reform school.
On Saturday Sally rested some more. Her mom made her stay home. Sally could only walk from her bed to the bathroom, or from her bed to the family room, or from the family room to the kitchen.
Sally's mom didn't let her get dressed. All day long Sally wore her pastel blue nylon nighty with the low, elastic lace neckline. Sally liked the silky fabric. The lacy hem reached her knees. She wore silky nylon panties underneath. Sometimes she wore a white terrycloth robe over it. The robe had the name of a hotel on it.
Sally's mom and dad went to the grocery store. Sally was home alone. Bob called on the telephone.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Sally, this is Bob. How are you feeling?"
"Okay. My face still hurts. My mom wants me to rest today. I'm still wearing my nighty."
"Can I come over?"
"Okay. Come in the back door."
Sally unlocked the back door. Soon Bob was there.
Sally was in the family room. She was wearing her pastel blue nylon nighty. Her robe was on a chair. Bob wanted to kiss her. Sally's face was still sore.
They went to Sally's bedroom. Bob kissed Sally's neck. It was bare above the low cut elastic neckline of her nighty. His fingers gently rubbed the cute little bumps on her chest under the silky fabric. Sally sighed.
He slipped the nighty off her shoulders. He uncovered the cute little bumps on her chest. He licked one of her nipples. Sally sighed happily. Then he licked the other one. She sighed some more.
Bob reached his hand under the hem of her nighty. He gently rubbed her secret crack through her silky panties. He licked her nipples some more. He rubbed her crack some more. Sally sighed happily.
After a while, Bob asked, "Did your mom make cookies today?"
Sally said, "Yes! Let's eat some!"
They went to the family room. Sally put on her robe. They went to the kitchen. Bob got out the cookies. Bob got out tall glasses. He poured milk. Bob and Sally ate the freshly baked cookies. They drank tall glasses of milk.
On Sunday Bob and Sally sat together at church. Bob wore his pin striped suit with a clean, white shirt and a navy blue silk necktie with pictures of airplanes on it. Sally wore a gray satin A-line dress with matching shoes and nylon stockings. She didn't wear a panty girdle.
Sally still had a nasty bruise. It covered her seventeen freckles. It was getting better. The blood was gone. Her hair and face were clean. She looked at Bob with shining eyes. Bob thought she looked like a princess. He didn't see the bruise at all.
The minister said a special prayer. He talked about children led into the path of evil. He talked about children saved from bad things. He talked about young heroes. The minister didn't say anything about Bob or Sally. He didn't say anything about Toby or Bart. Sally squeezed Bob's hand during the prayer. Bob was her very own hero.
Sally's parents invited Bob to dinner. He sat at the head of their long, dining room table, opposite Sally's father. He had roast beef, potatoes, fresh peas, and two pieces of home-made apple pie with ice cream. Sally's father made a speech about what a brave boy Bob was. Sally's father called Bob a hero. He shook Bob's hand.
Sally walked Bob home. She said, "My face only hurts a little now."
Bob's parents were at another important cocktail party. Sally went to Bob's bedroom. Sally helped Bob take off his jacket and tie. She carefully hung up his jacket. Sally unbuttoned his shirt. Bob slipped it off. She hung it up. She unhooked his belt and his suit pants. Bob took off his pants. Sally hung them up with his jacket. Bob still wore his white cotton underpants and his socks.
Sally took off her dress. She was wearing a pink satin slip with pleated lace around the hemline and smocking around the torso. Bob could see the little points of her nipples under the silky fabric. Sally lifted the hem of her slip. Her nylon stockings were held up by funny snaps. Bob's mom wore things like that some times. Sally took off her silky nylon underpants. The slipped right over the snaps.
Bob took off his underpants. His rod stuck out like a fresh hot dog. Sally crawled next to him. She licked his rod with her tongue. She put her mouth around his rod. She bobbed her head up and down. Bob's rod moved in and out of her mouth.
Bob was Sally's hero. She wanted to suck his rod. She wanted to make him happy. Bob felt really good. But there was something wrong. He wasn't happy enough. He should make Sally feel good, too. That would make him really happy.
Bob touched the nylon covering Sally's leg. He ran his fingers up and down the silky stocking. It felt really nice. Then he lifted the pleated lace hem of Sally's pink slip. He kissed her secret crack. His fingers spread her crack open. He licked her crack up and down. He licked the little knob at the top.
Sally really loved that!
A month later, the Principal said that Toby could play on the Little League team. Bob didn't want Toby on the team, but he obeyed the Principal. Toby was a very good shortstop. Toby was OK with the boys in school. All the girls were afraid of him, even the girls on Jackson Street.
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