The Shakey's and the Parkinson's lived in a tiny village south of Rochester called West Rushdale. Nobody wondered why it was called that, even though there was no Rushdale nor an East Rushdale.
The only thing that West Rushdale was west of was the Burns' large corn field and Evergreen Hill, where the teenagers parked to screw.
It was the sort of town where everyone knew everyone else by name.
Strangers were noticed immediately and new-comers were not encouraged.
On certain streets there was a town rule that said you had to keep your house painted white with dark green trimming.
Many of the streets were lined with maple trees so that they looked like green tunnels in the summertime.
At that moment, on the north end of town, Michele Shakey was sprawled on her bed in her aunt's guest room.
Her aunt was actually her great aunt, her grandmother's sister on her mother's side.
She was a nice enough old lady, but she napped a lot and there wasn't much to do while Michele was staying there.
Michele found that she spent more time than usual thinking about sex, which was because she had no other distraction, and sex was by far the most fun thing to think about when there was nothing to do.
At that moment she was naked on the bed with her legs spread and her head propped up on both of the foam rubber pillows. She was stroking her own nipples, moaning lightly. She really didn't have to worry about how much noise she made.
Aunt Helen was deaf. You had to scream to make yourself heard even when you were standing right next to her.
In spite of the fact that Marlene was Michele's best friend, Michele remained a virgin. She had been out on a few dates but had never let things get out of hand.
Michele envied Marlene's promiscuity, wishing that she could be open and free with her sexuality like that. But the truth of the matter was Michele just didn't think that the boys she went to school with were sexy. She had decided a long time before that she would be damned if she would lose her precious cherry to a boy with stale beer on his breath in the backseat of a car parked on Evergreen Hill. This didn't make her very popular with the boys but she didn't care.
She wanted her first lover to be a mature man, someone who would love and respect her rather than just fuck her for his own pleasure.
She knew that it was supposed to hurt when her cherry popped and she didn't want some spastic teenager tearing at her hymen carelessly.
She wanted to lose her virginity to a man who was experienced enough to be slow and tender with her. It would be her first time. Her pussy was a blossom. When she received her first prick it would become a full-fledged flower.
Michele was at a very tough time in her life, and she wondered why Marlene never seemed to have the same problems she did.
Marlene adjusted to her role as a sexual being without trauma. Michele could feel about a zillion butterflies flapping around in her guts when she thought seriously about getting laid. She knew that she was pretty enough to be desired by grown-up men.
But she had no idea how to go about finding one.
West Rushdale was the sort of town where married men had to be very careful because there was no such thing as keeping a secret. She thought about hitchhiking just to see who would pick her up, but decided that that was too dangerous.
Just because she wanted to get laid didn't mean that she wanted to get raped.
She pinched lightly at her nipples and then placed the centers of her palms over them in an affectionate sensuous self-caress. She had her father's chestnut colored hair, which had been cut short into a cute pixie with bangs. There was still a large part of Michele that felt the same as it did before she reached puberty. She still enjoyed climbing trees and being a tom-boy. But there was an ever-growing part of her that was in a rush to grow up.
She knew that having sex would be no trouble at all when she went to college. Once she got out of the house and lived in a dorm room, she was sure that her life would be one blissful fuck after another. She assumed that boys did a lot of growing up by the time they got to college, and figured college guys to be the kind of experienced lovers she needed. Michele tried to let her mind go blank, thinking only about the growing tension in her pussy. Michele thought about the years she had spent suffering with her ache of desire before she started to touch herself. There had been a period of time when Michele was afraid of having her first orgasm. She had been afraid that she would enjoy the sensation too much and would become obsessed with it.
As it turned out, she had been right. Her first come had opened a Pandora's Box, and she touched herself in an impure manner every night and sometimes even snuck off into the girls' room at school, locking herself in a stall, so she could quickly diddle her clit to climax in between classes.
There were times when she was so horny she knew she would have to jack-off or be unable to think of anything else.
It seemed like her panties ended up getting wet every day just from the fantasies she had of wrapping her arms and her legs around a humping hunk at the same time.
Michele stretched her thighs so far apart that her feet dangled off the sides of the single guest room bed.
Michele had much larger tits than Marlene. She had big jugs that stuck out straight from her chest.
She knew that guys liked her big tits a lot, but so far her willpower had held out and now of them had touched her tits, even when she necked a couple of times.
The little girl clutched her big tits hard and pushed them together. Her fingers were not long enough to hold all of her breast flesh at the same time. That was a job for a larger hand, a man's hand. She released her breasts and ran the palms of her hands lightly down the front of her 'body. Her waist was slim and her hips were on the broad side, though firm and without fat, giving her a near-perfect hourglass figure. Her skin was fair. She was the kind of girl who had to suffer through a few sunburns at the beginning of each summer before the tanning process began. Even when she did start to tan, she had to worry about peeling and she never got anywhere near as dark as her friend Marlene. She had a pubic patch that grew in a perfect inverted triangle, neatly covering her entire mound.
One would have thought that she trimmed her pubies to make them so neat, but only Michele knew that that was the way they grew naturally, and she didn't even have to shave in order to wear her bikini.
She twirled her forefingers around in her pubies, gathering them up as she would spaghetti on a fork. She could feel little spasms of anticipation in her pussy. When she was in a hurry she could make herself come quickly. When she had some time to kill she liked to bring herself to climax slowly, exploring her different erogenous zones thoroughly. She placed her feet flat on the foot of the bed and raised her knees up in the air.
Unlike Marlene, Michele's nails had been filed short, and she never wore any polish on them. Michele had never been particularly vain, and had figured that long fingernails got in the way. She placed her soft fingertips on the insides of her thighs, very close to her bent knees, then drew then downward. She stroked lightly, not stopping the caress until she was a fraction of an inch from the swollen outer lips of her virgin pussy. Michele lifted her feet from the bed so she could stroke her buttocks lightly, sighing and gyrating. She liked to stick her finger up her asshole sometimes, even though it hurt a little bit, just because it was as close as she could come to simulating a cock penetrating one of her sex holes. She pulled the cheeks of her ass apart and dabbed at her tingling anus with the ball of flesh at the tip of her right forefinger. She winced as she pushed her finger inside, not stopping until she was in all the way to the third knuckle. She wiggled her finger around, touching different spots within her spongy inner bowel tissues. Michele could tell that her ass penetration had been aided by the cunt drippings that had fallen down into the crack of her ass. She began to stretch her sphincter by moving her finger, wondering how far it would have to open to allow a real cock inside. Michele had never seen an erect penis in her entire life. She had seen diagrams in books of what one was supposed to look like.
But the actual male genitalia was always vague in her fantasies. She pulled her finger out of her ass until only the tip remained inside her burning ring of rectum muscle. She then plunged the whole thing back inside, letting out a sharp gasp that emptied her lungs. Michele could feel the ache in her pussy growing. She knew that she would have to make herself come right away. The little girl could tease herself no longer. She pulled her finger out of her ass and brought that hand up to her face. She held the finger under her nose and sniffed at it lightly. Then she inhaled deeply, drawing the scent of her inner bowels deep into her sinuses with a sigh. In a compulsive moment, she plunged the finger deep into her mouth and sucked on it with puffy lips. She sucked and rolled her tongue over the soiled finger sensuously at the same time until it was whistle clean. She put a fingertip to the base of her pussy slit, where the accumulation of natural lubrication was thick and slippery. She was moaning and groaning with each of her exhales.
Her breaths were getting shorter and closer together as she rapidly approached orgasm, running her fingertip lightly up and down the swollen outer lips of her burning fuck delta. She pushed the inner lips apart a little with her finger, pushing her finger inside until she could feel her maidenhead.
Michele pressed against her intact cherry, feeling the thin wall that had protected her virginity for so long pulling tight under the pressure. She had a great urge to push her fingers right through the hymen so she could touch herself where she had never been touched before. There was a great need to be stroked up past that membrane, a spot near the mouth of her womb that demanded to be touched by a piercing cock.
Michele wondered how much longer she would have to wait before she could find a man she would feel comfortable in bed with.
She wondered how long she would have to wait to feel her virgin pussy completely filled with humping cock meat. Michele drew her finger up until she was touching her clitoris. She felt the pressure in her hips growing in leaps and bounds. The ache in her loins was becoming unbearably good. She could feel the pressure in her lower torso reaching the saturation pound.
She knew that that tension could get no worse before the explosions of her sexual release were, inevitable. She touched her love button very lightly at first, seeking the subtlest sensation with her fingertip. But then she began to increase the pressure and she could feel the outer third of her vagina flesh begin to convulse wildly.
She could tell that she was making a wet spot on the center of the red bedspread beneath her round hips. She could feel all of her muscles tensing and she bucked so hard on the bed that her left leg feel off the edge and dangled with the toes tightly curled under. She moved her hips up and down wildly realizing that this was an instinctive motion – the same motion she would make if a cock was inside her. She began to roll her clit around in a small circle, moving it as if it were a marble rolling in oil.
She began to let out a series of sharp screams, each a little higher-pitched than the one before it. As the pleasure spread in waves to fill her entire body her sound was so high that she figured only dogs would be able to hear it clearly. She pressed her clit flat against the base of her pubic bone and began to flick her fingertip back and forth across it as hard and fast as she could.
Then it was over and she fell back limp on the bed, basking in the wonderment of her warm afterglow. She held her breath, feeling like she never would be able to cross her legs again. She never wanted to put her knees together, It felt so good sprawled with her thighs open, her pussy an open slash of raw meat. She finally got her head together enough to slip into her robe and pad down the hall to the bathroom. She locked herself in the john and hung her robe on a hook on the back of the bathroom door just above the full-length mirror that was mounted there. She sat on the toilet seat and peed, moaning a little as she wiped herself with a tiny ball of toilet tissue to remove the excess droplets of urine. She stroked her clit a little, which was still very sensitive and then steeped into the shower. She liked her showers to be just short of scalding and she loved the way the needles of hot spray felt against her flesh.
In a matter of seconds the bathroom was filled with steam. Both the mirror on the back of the door and the one above the medicine cabinet were completely fogged over.
She washed all of her nooks and crannies before getting out and drying herself off with a large white bath towel. She brushed her hair, slipped on her robe and returned to the guest room where she kept her blow dryer. She dressed and walked down the hall, pressing an ear against her Aunt Helen's bedroom door quietly. She could hear gross snoring coming from inside and knew that Aunt Helen was still doing what she did best. Bored out of her skull, Michele decided that she would go for a walk around town to see what she could see. Maybe she would find some of her friends hanging out that she could spend the afternoon with. She scribbled a quick note on the small square blackboard mounted on the wall next to the kitchen phone. She then bounced out into the summer sun and headed for the old railroad depot where her gang hung out.
There were a lot of guys in her group of friends, and she had managed to have platonic friendships with most of them. There were a few who didn't seem to like her very much. That was because they had once had crushes on her and had been rejected.
There was no one behind the depot so she took the dirt path through the gravel pits, finding the school grounds on the other side equally as deserted.
She wished that she could just go home. Her Daddy would be there, and he was always a lot more fun than Aunt Helen.
She loved her Daddy very much.
She had decided long before that she wanted her first lover to be as much as possible like her father. She could never understand why her Daddy had put up with her Mommy for so long.
He was so warm, loving and handsome. She was an icy bitch.
Michele thought that her father was perfect in every way.
If only they weren't related, she would be making plans to seduce him.
She strolled down Maple Street toward the downtown section of West Rushdale.
One might think that West Rushdale was not big enough to have a downtown, but it did, and all of the town's businesses were gathered on one block in the center of Main Street.
There was the fire station, the police station, the Huckleberry Dairy, where kids go to eat ice cream and steal comic books.
Michele sat for a moment on the park bench in front of the dairy hoping she would see some friends cruising down Main Street looking for action.
Of course, there was no guarantee that they would stop and pick her up.
People who were looking for action usually weren't looking for Michele.
Only boys from out of town flirted with her much because they didn't know about her reputation as a goody-goody.
Nothing was happening. She had a great urge to go to her own house, or maybe stop by, and see Marlene.
But she didn't. She knew that Aunt Helen would be upset if she wasn't there when she woke up and she had to get back.
At that moment Bernard could feel a little spritz hitting him just below the lower lip tickling him a little.
He knew that the pretty black haired girl was ejaculating fluid from her urethra. He had read about this in sex books but had never experienced it before.
It made him wonder if his wife had been faking orgasms during the early years of their marriage.
After a while Margaret had not bothered to pretend any longer and had treated sexual activity as a chore.
The man licked at Marlene's clit until her spasms were over. She fell back onto the bed still panting and moaning with her afterglow.
Bernard pulled his face out of her cunt and rested his chin lightly on her pubic bone just above her tiny heart-shaped patch of black pubies.
He looked at her beautiful face between her breasts.
She opened her eyes and he could see that they had welled up with tears during her crushing climax.
Bernard placed his palms flat on the shag rug on either side of Marlene's slim, petite torso.
As he did this the little girl could see that his cock was already stiff and ready for fucking.
She knew that she wasn't going to have very long to bask in the glorious relaxation of her glow.
The second she saw that huge ten inch prick flopping beneath the flat plain of his belly, her tremendous ache of desire returned.
But this time the ache was not centered in her clitoris, but rather in a magic spot near her cervix.
She wanted to feel the tip of that cock working deeper inside her pussy than any cock had before.
She could feel her inner and outer cunt lips begin to spasm a little as she thought about how far open that hole was going to have to stretch to take the girth of the man's throbbing purple cock head.
The man crawled up on the rug, moving so that he was hovering directly above the pretty little girl.
She could feel the tip of his prick touching her soft lower belly, and he lowered his head to kiss her.
She stretched her legs open as the man moved his hips so that the tip of his prick slid down across her near-bald mound.
He could feel her downy black pubic hairs caressing his glans.
He held his elbows locked in the straight position.
He looked as if he were about to do a series of push-ups.
This thought made Marlene feel like giggling, because, after all, he was going to do push-ups on top of her.
The man supported the weight of his upper body exclusively with his left arm, reaching back with the right to get a grip on the base of his cock.
He gave his prick a couple of quick squeezes, just to make sure that it was as hard and thick as he wanted it to be. He was satisfied.
"Oh God, Bernard, I want your cock inside me so badly. I want you all the way inside my pussy," Marlene said.
Her voice was breathless with her passion as she spoke.
Bernard used his hand to guide the tip of his prick.
The little girl let out a sharp cry of pleasure as she felt him massaging her love button with the tip of his tool.
She wished that he would do this for a moment longer, but didn't mind when he began to move his thick glans downward so that it was touching the curled back edges of her protruding inner cunt lips.
He had his cock poised at the mouth of her fuck hole.
He began to press down with his hips, using a steady pressure.
Marlene felt the muscles in her legs tighten as his prick began to slip inside.