Chapter 1
Melinda Madison had her first orgasm one week after her sixteenth birthday. She was alone at the time.
It was springtime and the weather was starting to get a lot warmer. The grass was turning green fast.
The sun was baking off the mud. The baseball team had already begun their season at the high school.
Melinda was feeling hornier than she had ever felt before. She didn't know what was getting into her.
The little girl figured that she had one nasty case of spring fever. And she could tell that it was going to get worse before it got better.
She had never thought about sex much before that s spring. She just hadn't been terribly interested in the subject. She knew that the boys in her class seemed to think about it all the time. But they were crude and immature. And then — BAM! Melinda found that she could think of nothing but sex. She spent every waking minute thinking about how nice it would be to have a long hard cock slipping in and out of her pussy. She found that she was having difficulty sleeping at night. She would stare at her ceiling for a long time praying that the ache in her loins would go away. Melinda always slept with her hands above the covers. That's what nice girls were supposed to do. Melinda liked to think of herself as a nice girl. She certainly had never touched herself. But her willpower was wearing thin.
There were times when Melinda wished that she could be like her sister, Michele. They were the exact same age. Actually, Michele was about fifteen minutes older. They were twins. Identical twins. They shared the same room upstairs in their white house. The girls lived alone with their mother. Daddy had run off with a neighbor lady five years before. There had been quite a scandal. The twins lived in a small town where gossip could ravage the village faster than a tornado. It had been hard at school for a while, but eventually the teenagers felt as if life had returned — more or less — to normal. They had no idea how much their mother's separation from her mate had warped her. Michele and Melinda thought that their mother worked in the city as a waitress. They were wrong.
Melinda was the shy twin. She would blush if she made eye contact with a boy. Not so Michele. She was the bold one. She had even gone all the way with a boy a couple of times. Michele had tried to describe how good it felt to be fucked to Melinda — but the quiet twin said she didn't want to hear. Melinda had pretended to be shocked. Deep down inside Melinda wanted to hear all of the details.
On this particular night Melinda was home alone. Mommy worked nights. Michele was spending the night at a friend's house.
Melinda knew that she would have complete privacy for a long time. She knew that her willpower would finally give out. Melinda decided that it was time she found out what all of the fuss was about.
She was going to touch herself!
Melinda Madison was going to touch herself in an impure manner.
It was a major decision and it made her nervous the second she made it.
She could feel a thousand butterflies in her tummy.
Her stomach felt as if it were tying itself up into knots.
Her heartbeat increased in rapidity until it was racing.
She felt as if her ticker would beat right out of her chest.
Melinda was alone in her room. There was nothing to stop her. She still had all of her clothes on. She got up and stood in front of the full length mirror mounted on the inside of her closet door.
She winked at herself. Melinda was not a large girl. She stood only a fraction of an inch taller than five feet. She was built on a small frame and had never weighed more than ninety-five pounds. Naturally, neither had her sister. In appearance, the two little girls were the same in every way. It was only in their attitudes toward life that the twins differed — and there they differed greatly. Michele had been grabbing for all of the physical pleasure she could ever since she was fourteen. The older twin was known around town as "a good sport."
Melinda had never even been out on a date. She had been too frightened. A couple of guys had asked, but she had always turned chickenshit. She had always invented an excuse to say no.
Her biggest fear was that she felt she would enjoy sex too much.
That was certainly the biggest reason she had never touched herself.
She feared she would be opening her own personal Pandora's Box.
Melinda Madison had golden blonde hair. It grew in tight curls out of her pink scalp thickly.
Melinda thought that her hair looked like a mops — like Harpo Marx' wig. Everyone else in the world thought that Melinda's blonde curls were very cute. She was not a vain girl. She was filled with insecurities. Michele had the same hair and thought that it was "bitchin'."
Melinda's eyes were large and round. They tended to always express her feelings. Melinda knew that her big baby blue orbs gave her away every time. She knew that she could never be a liar. She certainly knew that she could never be an actress.
Her eyes were the color of the summer sky. They were the color of robin eggs. They sparkled merrily whenever she was happy. But Melinda was not happy nearly as often as every one thought she should be. Mommy treated her mean, and she was not popular at school. Everyone wondered why she couldn't be like her sister. Melinda tried not to think about it. Whenever she thought about her life she became maudlin and felt like weeping. Somehow, the little girl knew that it wasn't healthy to be crying all the time — no matter how crummy her life seemed.
It was a Friday night. Mommy always worked very late on Friday nights. She said that the restaurant where she worked was open twenty-four hours. Melinda sometimes thought that it was funny that she had never known the name of the restaurant where Mommy worked — and neither she nor her sister had ever been allowed to go there and visit.
Mommy got angry when the subject was mentioned so Melinda had never pursued the matter too far. Mommy's wrath could be ugly when she seethed with ire. Melinda had once been locked in the closet for, forty-eight hours.
Melinda Madison had a perfect peaches and cream complexion.
She had never had a blemish in her entire life. Neither had Michele, but the older twin's face usually had mosquito bites on it. Michele had a liking for rolling in wooded areas naked.
Melinda's nose was very tiny. A mere button. It was turned up a little at the end. Her nostrils were oval-shaped and tended to flare wide whenever she was excited about something.
Melinda tilted her head back a little and raised her chin. Her mouth was not large. But her lips were full and sensuous. She and Michele had pouting mouths. They looked as if they needed to be kissed very badly. At least that was what the boys in town thought.
Melinda Madison puckered her lips a little. She could feel the blood rushing down in her body toward the insides of her thighs and her loins. Melinda could feel both her inner and outer cunt lips swelling rapidly with the blood of her engorgement. She could feel a deep ache of desire forming in her lower abdomen. Her loins felt as if they were filled with a thousand hornets — all poised to sting her pussy simultaneously. The little girl could feel the glands at the sides of her vulva begin to secrete her natural lubrication. Melinda could tell that her pussy was going to get all wet and slippery. That had been happening frequently. It seemed like there were days when she had to change her panties four or five times because she kept soaking out the crotch.
Melinda could feel the cunt juice pooling at the base of her slit.
She could tell that it wouldn't be long before her pink panties would be wet.
Her panties were skimpy bikini bottoms. Cotton.
Pink with little red hearts all over them. Precious.
She was wearing a tee-shirt with no bra underneath.
She needed no bra. Nature did her lifting and separating.
For a tiny girl, Melinda Madison had huge tits. They defied gravity. They were ripe round melons that rested high on her chest. They were pert. Perky. They were so peppy with her youth that her nipples pointed slightly upward. She had large nipples — the size of silver dollars when she became sexually aroused — as she was at that moment — her nipple became very erect They burned and buzzed. Her feminine erections yearned to be stroked. But she had never touched those aching rosebuds.
Until now.
Melinda made kissy motions at herself with her pouting lips. She winked at herself once again. Her eyebrows and her eyelashes were just as light as the hair that grew out of her scalp. The pretty little blonde had very long lashes. They were curled at the tips. They licked lightly at her high rosy cheekbones when she winked at herself. Her lips were as red as cherries — in spite of the fact that the pretty little virgin had never worn any lipstick in her life. She had a nervous habit of licking at her full lips with the tip of her tongue to moisten them. She didn't even know that she did it. The boys in town could feel their balls ache when she moistened her kissers with the tip of her pink taster.
They felt embarrassment over the bulges in their jeans, those boys.
Melinda and Michele lived in a very small town called Rushdale. Rushdale was no more than a crossroads beside Black Creek, just east Of Syracuse, New York. The town was not far from the old Erie Canal bed.
It was the sort of town where all of the houses were painted white. Someone could be tarred and feathered in Rushdale for painting their house any other color. All of the houses were likewise trimmed in Kelly green. The streets were all narrow. Each and every street was lined with mature maple trees, in the summer the streets looked like green tunnels. In the fail there was much raking to be done.
The town was rural. Many of the townies were farmers who owned land to the south. Only in the last fifteen years had white collar workers who commuted into Syracuse been moving in. Rushdale was unprepared to become a suburb — but there were folks that said that that was the wave of the future. It couldn't be stopped. It was only a matter of time before housing projects began to spring up - filling the halls of the high school with pieces of white trash. At least that was what the super-conservative folks of Rushdale believed.
Melinda could see that there were bumps in the front of her shirt.
She quickly removed her top and tossed it aside.
Her breasts looked like scoops of vanilla ice cream. Her nipples were cherries at their tips. Her nipples were very hard and erect. She watched her tits bounce up and down a little as she moved. Melinda could feel the crotch of her pink panties -getting wet. Her pussy flesh was quivering with anticipation. She could feel the material of her panties crawling up between her swollen outer labia — making her cunt feel as if it were caught in a trap. She needed to get naked. She needed to be free. Wearing clothes made Melinda feel as if she were bound stringently. Her cunt was suffocating. It needed fresh air. It needed to breathe!
Her breaths were getting shorter and closer together.
It occurred to Melinda that she was starting to pant.
She was panting just like a wild jungle beast. A cat.
A cat in heat. Panting like the animal she wanted to become.
Melinda could feel her knees starting to shake.
The little girl was wearing super-tight designer jeans.
They looked as if they had been applied with spray paint.
Melinda could feel her fingers shaking as she reached down to her waist.
Melinda had a perfect hourglass figure. Her waist was very slim.
The little girl had a perfect round ass and shapely legs.
Her ass wiggled from side to side when she walked — although Melinda was not aware of this. She couldn't see herself from behind. The pretty little blonde virgin did not know that there were boys in town who would turn around and walk in the other direction, or cross the street, just for an opportunity to watch Melinda's ass as she strolled down the sidewalk.
Melinda unbuttoned the sole button that held her dark blue pants together at the top. She fumbled with the button for a moment before she got it unfastened.
Melinda grabbed the top of her fly between her thumb and forefinger and pulled it all the way to the bottom. Melinda had to arch her fingers as she did this so her long nails would not get in the way.
One of the few womanly vanities Melinda allowed herself was a professional looking manicure — which she did herself. Her fingernails were long and very close to the same length. She had filed them carefully so that they had a common roundness to their tips. They curled under slightly — making them resemble the claws of a jungle cat.
She always kept her fingernails painted a deep red color. That was so it would be more difficult to tell her sister and she apart. Michele always kept her fingernails and her toenails painted the same deep red color. Michele said she liked that color best because it was the color of "blood oozing from a fresh wound." There were times when Melinda thought her sister was a little strange. Michele was more like Mom, than Melinda, They both had a mean streak - there could be no doubt about that!
Mommy never had any trouble telling her daughters apart.
Melinda was always the one to get slapped at the dinner table.
Mommy never made a mistake and hit the wrong girl. Melinda was the only one to be punished — and she was punished frequently.
Melinda couldn't even remember her mother raising her voice to her sister. It was clear that Michele could get away with anything. Melinda could get away with nothing. Melinda sometimes got punished for doing nothing at all. That was just one of the ways that Mommy had fun. At sixteen years old, Melinda was starting to think she was getting a little old for having her bare fanny spanked with a paddle!
Melinda hooked her thumbs under the top of her bluejeans and the elastic to her pink bikini panties simultaneously. She wiggled her hips from side to side.
Melinda sighed as she felt the cotton pull out from between her swollen outer cunt lips.
A quick glance downward verified their wetness.
The pretty little blonde kicked off her sneakers. She was wearing no socks. She pointed her foes as she pulled off her bottoms. She kicked her jeans and panties carelessly into the corner of her bedroom. The closet was on the same side of the room as the bed. She would only have to take a couple of steps to get prone - a move that Melinda felt was in her very near future.
Her knees were shaking more severely than before, and the muscles in her legs were feeling weaker by the second. Melinda couldn't help but wonder how long her legs would be able to support the weight of her body. She was starting to think that masturbation was something she would have to do while laying down. Melinda winked at herself in the mirror one more time and closed the door to the closet. She stepped over to her bed and got on her back. At first she stretched her shapely legs out straight in front of her. Then she parted her thighs to a perfect ninety degree angle. Her feet were off the edges of the single bed. She moved the balls of her feet flat to the bedspread and raised her knees in the air. She pointed her knees at opposite walls of her bedroom and kept her feet close together. Her tiny toes were tightly curled under. Like Michele, Melinda kept her round toenails painted a deep red color.
Melinda could feel the sexual tension in her loins getting very bad. She was a great deal hornier than she had ever been before. She was still frightened. Her chest heaved — taking her breasts along with it — as she struggled to suck fresh air deep into her lungs. The little girl could feel her thick natural lubrication rolling out of the base of her pink pussy slit. It rolled over the single inch of mucous membrane between the bottom of her twat and her tight puckered asshole. Melinda had two curls of blonde pubic hair above and to the sides of her clit. Her outer labia and the crack of her ass were bald. This made her cunt look even pinker and more delicious that it would have anyway.
At that moment Melinda could feel her clitoris starting to swell — pushing out from under the semi-circle of flesh above it. The sheath all but covered her love button when she was not aroused. Now it was being pushed upward and back by the swelling in the center of her womanly pleasure.
Melinda had both of her pillows on top of one another, propping up her head. She could wait no longer. She was hungry for pleasure. Melinda began to roll her fingertips lightly over her nipples. She could feel those feminine erections throbbing and growing harder against her hypersensitive fingertips. She found that it was increasingly difficult to keep her hips still. She found that she was gyrating her lower torso. She ground her ass cheeks downward against the bed.
Melinda got each of her erect nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. She rolled them back and forth for a moment and then began to pinch them lightly. She could feel every nerve-ending in her nervous-system tingling. Her entire body — all ninety-five pounds of her — was completely in tune with her emerging sexuality. The little girl could tell that she was about to change her life. She knew that she would never be able to stop thinking about sex once she knew how good an orgasm felt.
Melinda could tell that she was starting to make a wet spot on the bedspread from the natural lubrication that dribbled from her poontang.
She didn't care.
Her inhibitions were low.
Her lust had sucked them away.
She proceeded with reckless abandon.
As Melinda pinched at her hard nipples she began to open and close her knees very rapidly as if she were trying to fan the fire in the soaking wet delta where her smooth milky thighs came together.
She could hear herself making little moaning ands groaning sounds deep in hers throat. She was convinced that she was alone in the house. The pretty little blonde saw no reason to stifle her exclamations of physical pleasure. She pinched at her nipples harder - until it hurt a little. Melinda quickly discovered that a little intrinsically sexual pain felt good mixed in with her pleasure when she was acutely aroused. She tugged on her nipples until the skin all around them was taut, and her tits looked pointy, stretched out from the top of her rib-cage.
Sally pinched and pulled until the pain was severe. Yet her horny mind translated the pain into pleasure and sent the signal directly down her arched backbone to her cunt, which throbbed with delight. Melinda released her grip on her erect nipples.
The pretty blonde could feel her face growing hot with her passion.
Melinda could tell that her sweet kisser was turning as red as a beet.
Her full lips were pulled back tight over her teeth.
Her expression was half-grimace and half-smile at that moment.
Her teeth were large. She had a slight overbite. They were pearly white and perfectly straight. She ran her tongue over her front teeth and then flicked at the corner of her mouth. Her back teeth became tightly clenched together. The little girl could feel the muscles at the side of her face sticking out. Her neck was tense. Her clit was so swollen that she thought it would explode — or certainly come popping right out of her pussy.
Melinda placed the palms of her hands over her tits.
The little girl opened her fingers as wide as she could.
She tried to clutch all of her breast flesh at the same time.
Her erect nipples were against the centers of her palms.
Her knuckles strained. Her nipples were longer and harder than they had ever been before - and they still burned and throbbed.
Melinda squeezed her own tits.
She pressed her fingertips into her tit flesh hard enough to make it pucker. She began to move both of her tits together, in slow sensuous circles. She pressed her tits together firmly — so they were flattened at the sides. Melinda opened her eyes and saw that her cleavage was longer and deeper than she had ever seen it.
But this only make the ache between her legs get worse.
She released her tits.
She ran the tips of her long red fingernails slowly down the front of her body. She traced a little circle around her dimpled bellybutton with her right forefinger. She had a great urge to go straight for her clit. She was hornier than she would have thought possible. She could tell that her orgasm was going to feel a hell of a lot better than anything she had ever imagined in her frequent sexual fantasies. She could tell that her ultimate sexual climax was going to be a mind-boggling experience. It would be awesomely intense. And the little girl knew that she wouldn't have to lovingly massage her love button for very long before her dream would become a reality. She could tell that she had a hair trigger. A subtle caress to her clit and the volcano inside her cunt would erupt!
But she did not begin to touch her clitoris right away.
She used her willpower.
Something in the back of Melinda's head — something instinctive — told her that her orgasm would be better if she made herself wait for it. She knew that her convulsions would be more intense if she brought her sexual tension to the saturation point with patience. Melinda decided to tease herself. She decided to see how long she could keep herself on the edge of bliss before she tipped herself over the edge into unadulterated ecstasy. Melinda placed the tips of her long red fingernails on the insides of her thighs. She began to self-caress way up near her bent knees. She drew her fingers downward until the tip of the nails were only a fraction of an inch from her pink swollen outer labia. The little girl shivered with delight. She could feel every square inch of her skin become covered with a thick layer of gooseflesh as she caressed so close to her womanly slit. She shivered violently. Melinda could feel the little golden hairs at the nape of her neck standing on end and she heard herself let out a low moan of pleasure. The sound seemed to gurgle up from deep inside her throat.
Melinda repeated the caress several times, each time coming a little closer to her cunt — but never actually touching it. She could tell that the wet spot on the bedspread beneath her gyrating ass was getting bigger.
The little girl could feel a tingling between her ass cheeks.
There was a burning in between her round creamy buttocks.
Her asshole.
Her bung needed some sexy attention.
Melinda rolled back onto the small of her back and her shoulders.
She lifted her feet off the bedspread, pointing her toes.
She rolled her ass cheeks off the bed and into the air.
Her breaths were shorter and closer together than ever.
The pretty little blonde was becoming lathered with sweat.
Her peachy skin was slick with the hot perspiration of her lustful exertion.
She switched her caresses to the backs of her slim thighs.
She tickled herself behind the knees — where the skin was soft.
She was pleasantly surprised to find that this was an erogenous zone.
The skin behind her knee was hypersensitive and she shuddered.
That subtle caress felt a lot better than she thought it was going to.
Melinda ran her fingertips down to the cheeks of her ass.
She touched herself lightly — but then firmly.
Soon she was kneading at the cheeks of her fanny with strong fingers.
She worked at the muscles as if she were preparing dough for baking.
Melinda then turned her fingers inward, so the tips of her long red fingernails were pointing at her crack.
She pressed her fingertips into the flesh and then began to separate the buttocks — very slowly.
She felt as if she were parting the sections of a ripe fruit as she pulled apart her fanny cheeks.
She didn't stop until the skin in the crack was stretched tight. She could feel cunt juice rolling over her throbbing asshole.
Her hairless anus greatly resembled a pink asterisk.
At that moment, the little hole was opening and closing.
Melinda thought that her nether eye felt as if it were winking.
Melinda could feel her sphincter muscle burning with a need to be touched. This did not surprise her. What did surprise the little girl was the craving she felt deep inside her bowels. It was a craving for deep penetration. Melinda had never thought much in her life about anal intercourse. But now she thought it seemed like a very good idea. She could tell that she was going to grow up to be the kind of woman who would allow her man to fuck her in all three of her holes.
She held her ass cheeks apart with her left hand exclusively, and used the forefinger on her right hand to caress the sensitive tissues between. She placed the tip of that finger at the top of the crack of her ass — which was closest to the bed. She moved her fingertip upward a fraction of an inch at a time and let out a deep grunt of pleasure as she touched her own quivering rectum. She patted at the hole with the fleshy part of her finger. She could feel her button nose moving up and down like a bunny. Her pouting lips were puckered and protruding. Her eyes were once again closed tightly. Her brow was furrowed. Her oval-shaped nostrils were flaring as she sucked air. She had a great urge to stick her finger deep inside her asshole — but she didn't do it. She was afraid that she would tear her internal tissues with her long fingernail — and she wasn't about to ruin her manicure for a moments pleasure.
Melinda lowered her feet back to the bedspread.
She once again pointed her knees at opposite walls.
She moved her finger to the base of her pussy slit.
The flesh was very swollen there. The cunt juice was thick.
Her fingertip quickly became slippery with her quim honey.
Melinda bucked up and down wildly on the bed with her ass.
Little did she know that her sister was coming in the front door at that very moment.
Melinda could feel her sexy tension reaching the saturation point.
She ran her fingertip up and down the outer lips of her pussy.
She gingerly touched the outer edges of her inner lips — the lips that surrounded her unused fuck hole.
The inner labia stuck out furthest from the slit and were curled back a bit at their edges where they were swollen.
Her cunt was a rose blossom in the springtime, Melinda thought.
It would not become a full-fledged flower until it took a man's cock.
She worked her fingertip in between her inner lips at the base of her slit.
She bent the knuckles and pushed her fingertips inside.
She had never touched herself there before. She had always washed there briskly.
She wiggled her fingertip around and tried to push it in deeper.
But the tip of her fingernail struck a wall of tissue blocking her path.
Her cherry.
Her intact hymen.
Her precious maidenhead.
The wall of flesh that had - for so long — protected the sixteen year old's chastity.
She wanted to push her stiff finger right through that wall — but she didn't.
She decided to save her cherry.
She would offer it as a gift to the man she chose to be her first lover.
Instead she decided to make herself come.
All of the muscles in her body were tensed and trembling.
She was moaning and groaning loudly.
Her exclamations of self-induced passion filled the house.
Michele heard them clearly from the livingroom downstairs.
Michele smiled inwardly — she knew what those sounds meant.
She headed up the stairs. She couldn't envision Melinda jacking-off.
Michele was anxious to see her identical twin in ecstasy.
Michele was determined to catch her twin in the act — with her finger still in the pie!!! Michele was very quiet as she tip-toed up the staircase.