Chapter 1
Michele Madison woke up on that Saturday morning very excited.
She and her Daddy were going on a picnic, just the two of them.
And Michele knew what that meant. Her Daddy was going to fuck her and make her come over and over again.
She sat up in bed and blinked a couple of times to make sure she was really awake.
She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes with tiny fists, and then stretched her arms high up over her head.
She arched her back as sharply as she could and let out one loud yawn before swinging her legs over the side of the bed.
Michele looked over at the other side of the room where her little sister Melinda was still sleeping.
She told herself to be quiet because she didn't want Melinda to wake up.
If little Mindy found out that Michele and Marvin Madison were going on a picnic together, she would want to go along and that would ruin everything.
Michele was nineteen years old and was home on summer vacation after her second year of college.
But her sister was still in high school, and there was a big enough age difference between them so that they had never really been close friends.
Michele had grown upset that she was nineteen and still had to share a room with her baby sister.
She thought she was old enough to have a room by herself, but she knew that the house wasn't big enough.
Michele and Marvin had been having sex together for many years and they had always been very sneaky about their rendezvous.
Neither Michele's mother nor her sister had any idea that the two of them had been sustaining an incestuous relationship.
Michele slipped her toes inside her big fluffy slippers and walked over to the bedroom window.
She pulled back the curtain a couple of inches and was very pleased with what she saw on the other side of the window.
There wasn't a cloud in the sky, and the sun was bright and warm even though it was still very early in the morning.
She knew that it would be a perfect day for a picnic, and she could feel her loins start to ache just thinking about the wonderful things her father was going to do to her yearning private parts.
Michele tiptoed out of the room and padded her way down the hall into the bathroom to take her morning shower.
She was wearing only a thin white nightgown which came down a little below her knees, and she could feel the fog of sleep slowly lifting from her brain.
Michele knew that she was the prettiest girl in the whole town, and that she could have any man she wanted.
She had had other lovers at college when she got so horny that celibacy seemed ridiculous, but over the years Daddy was still her favorite fuck.
Michele had pitch black hair that had not been cut in years.
It was thick and wavy, and spilled long over her shoulders and down the center of her smooth back.
As she shut the bathroom door behind her and pulled her white nightgown up over her head, she looked at herself in the full-length mirror that was screwed into the back of the bathroom door.
Michele did not consider herself a vain girl, but she knew that she was attractive, and denying that would have seemed to her to be false modesty.
She had big almond-shaped eyes with dark brown pupils that appeared to be black in dim light.
Her eyes twinkled whenever she was happy, which was most of the time, and could look pathetically sad when she wasn't.
Her eyelashes were very long, and curled up a little at the their ends so that they would lick lightly at her high cheekbones whenever she blinked.
Her nose was a tiny button that curled up a little at the end, and her nostrils were oval-shaped.
Michele Madison's nostrils would flare open whenever she was angry or out of breath.
Since the young girl was not much for exercise, she got out of breath most frequently while fucking her brains out.
She was a petite girl and stood only an inch and a half over five feet tall.
Since she was built on a small frame, she had never weighed more than ninety-five pounds in her life.
She usually weighed close to ninety, although her weight fluctuated a couple of pounds depending on what time of month it was.
Michele looked at her mouth in the mirror and parted her lips a little.
Her mouth was small, but her lips were full and sensuous.
Her lips looked to be in the shape of a heart even though she never painted them with lipstick to make them look that way.
It had been said that Michele had pouting lips, because of the way her bottom lip seemed to protrude a little.
There were men in her town that said she looked like she needed to be kissed very badly. Michele was aware of the things men thought about her, and she enjoyed the attention she got from both the boys and the older men in town.
The most amazing thing about Michele's body was her breasts.
They were huge, firm and rested high on her chest.
Her tits were very large for a girl her size, and they stuck out straight from her chest, appearing to be a bit pointy at their tips.
Her nipples were very large also, about the size of silver dollars, and became firm and erect whenever she felt sexually aroused.
She was thinking about how good it would feel to have her Daddy fuck her, and she watched as her nipples grew larger and harder in the mirror.
She could feel her nipples start to ache with a desire to be sucked and bitten, and the yearning in her cunt got worse.
For a moment Michele wanted to save all of her horniness so that she would be especially hot for the picnic.
But then she decided that she would touch herself in the shower and give herself an orgasm before even starting the day.
Michele Madison lived in a little town in Upstate New York called Rushdale, where life was peaceful and mundane.
The town had only about a thousand people in it, which was small enough so that everybody knew everybody else by sight if not by name.
The town was built along the banks of the Genesee River about ten miles south of the City of Rochester.
The Genesee River was one of only five rivers in the whole world that flowed in a northerly direction.
Michele knew that one of the other rivers was the Nile, but she couldn't remember what the other three were.
She thought that one of them was in the Soviet Union, but she couldn't be sure, geography never having been her favorite subject.
The Genesee River had its source in Pennsylvania and gathered tributaries all along its route toward Lake Ontario.
One of the tributaries it gathered was Oatka Creek, pronounced oh-at-ka, which was named after an Indian tribe.
It was right at the junction between the Oatka and the Genesee where the tiny village of Rushdale had been built.
It was close enough to Rochester so that many of the town's men, including Marvin Madison, were white-collar workers who commuted into the big city each day.
But Rushdale was a very rural environment, and a majority of the men made their living from the farm land they owned south of town.
It was the sort of town where all of the houses were painted white and all of the streets were lined with old maple trees.
In the middle of the summer the streets of Rushdale looked like quaint green tunnels, and everyone kept their front lawns neatly mowed and trimmed, As Michele looked at herself in the mirror she moved her feet so that they were a little more than shoulder-width apart.
She could see that her waist was very slim, yet her hips were broad and rounded like those of a woman. Marvin Madison had often told his daughter that she had been built to fuck. Michele took this as a compliment and always said, "Thank you, Daddy."
Although Michele's legs were not long, they were very shapely.
She had slim thighs, and trim ankles to go with her smooth knees.
Michele knew that she had the kind of legs that looked fantastic when she wore a pair of black spike high-heels.
But Michele only got dressed up when her Daddy and her played the dress-up game.
During everyday life, Michele preferred to dress casually, which consisted of old gray sneakers and faded jeans.
Michele did make a point of wearing her jeans as tight as she could find them because she knew men liked to admire her ass.
Michele had a way of swinging her hips from side to side whenever she walked that had been known to drive men crazy."
She walked this way naturally, but she had to admit to herself that she accented her hip movements a little if she knew someone was watching.
Michele had a reputation in Rushdale as being a bit of a prick tease because she had never put out for any of the local boys.
In such a small town, Michele knew that one's reputation could be ruined with a single indiscretion.
She did not want word of her sexual affairs to be blabbed about town by some jock who scored her in the back seat of his car.
The boys her age were not known for their ability to keep a secret, and Michele preferred the assured confidentiality of fucking her father.
The young girl did not mind her reputation as a prick tease.
She knew that the more mysterious she was, the sexier she was.
Michele liked the idea that men and boys often crossed the street or changed direction all together in order to walk behind hex and stare at her round ass.
She would wear her jeans so tight that they looked as if they had been applied with a can of blue spray paint.
Michele made a kissy motion with her lips and then placed her fingertips beneath her breasts, lifting them up even further than they rested naturally.
She tilted her head a little to one side so that her long black hair spilled down over one shoulder.
She could feel the blood rushing down her body to the delta that rested between her slim parted thighs.
She could tell that her pussy flesh was swelling rapidly as her sexual arousal increased by the second.
Michele knew that it would only be a matter of seconds before both her inner and outer cunt lips were fully engorged with blood.
She could feel the little glands that rested on either side of her pussy between her two sets of cunt lips begin to secrete her natural lubrication.
Just by touching her breasts gently Michele could make her pussy get all wet and slippery with cunt juice.
Michele had slim arms, tiny wrists and small hands.
Her fingers were long and thin, and she liked her long fingernails.
Michele was always careful to keep her fingernails manicured so that they were very close to the same length.
She was the kind of girl who thought it was a world tragedy whenever she broke a fingernail.
She wore a Band-Aid over the broken nail until it was the same length as the others.
But at that moment all of her nails were intact and she wore no Band-Aids at the tips of any of her fingers.
Michele always kept her fingernails painted a deep red color which she thought went well with her olive complexion.
Michele placed her palms over the ends of her breasts, and opened her fingers as far apart as they would go.
She wanted to see how much of her breast flesh she could grasp at the same time.
She could feel her erect nipples pressing against the centers of her palms.
She pushed her fingertips into the firm tit flesh and began to move both of her tits at the same time in slow sensuous circles.
She could feel her whole body shiver, and she felt goose bumps forming on her skin as she let out a low moan.
Her mouth fell open and a pool of cunt juice formed at the base of her pussy in between her inner lips.
She pressed her breasts together very firmly, making the cleavage between them become long and deep.
She then pulled her breasts apart, and removed her palms so she could pay exclusive attention to her tingling nipples.
She rolled her fingertips over her hard nipples and bit her bottom lip in an attempt to stifle the cry of pleasure that was building up inside her.
Whenever Michele was particularly horny she found every sensation traveled down her spine directly to her cunt.
Her erogenous zones were connected intrinsically by her nerve system, and she felt her pussy throb as she massaged her hard nipples.
Michele then got her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers so she could pinch at her twin womanly erections.
She had to arch her fingers so that her long nails would not get in the way, and began to roll her nipples back and forth a little.
She pinched at them rhythmically, imitating the increasing beat of her heart, and she knew that at any sensation the pool of cunt juice between her inner labia would spill down onto the smoothness of her inner thighs.
But the pleasure was becoming so intense by that time that Michele's knees began to shake and feel watery.
The muscles in her legs felt as if they were made of Jell-O and she wasn't at all sure how much longer they would support the weight of her body.
She pinched her nipples harder and harder until little shivers of pain mixed in with the pleasure she was feeling.
Michele had known for a long time that she liked a little pain mixed with her pleasure when she was very aroused.
She had tried to figure out why when she first noticed it soon after puberty but had soon given up.
It was as if her brain translated her pain into pleasure, or made the two sensations combine into a single feeling.
Whatever it was, she loved it, and she pinched her nipples so hard that her facial features began to contort.
Keeping her thumbs and her forefingers firmly on her nipples, Michele began to pull on them sharply.
This hurt in a different way, but she liked it just as much.
She would pull her nipples out until the whole shape of her breasts had changed, making them look even pointier than they looked ordinarily.
She would then let go and allow her nipples to snap back into place, still amazed at how big they got when they were fully erect.
After doing this three times Michele looked in the mirror and saw that each of her nipples were sticking out almost an inch from their rosy surroundings.
But her knees were shaking badly so she turned her back from the mirror and pulled the shower curtain closed, making sure that it was inside the tub so she would not flood the white tiled bathroom.
She then reached inside and turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature until it was just right.
Michele liked to take her showers steamy hot, so that the needles of water were just short of scalding.
She could see the steam rising to the ceiling above the tub, and she quickly stepped into the tub and soaked her long black hair so that it clung tightly to the sides of her head, her shoulders, and her back.
She would have to worry about getting clean later.
At that moment she was concerned with giving herself pleasure.
She got on her back in the tub with her feet at the faucet end.
She placed the bottoms of her feet flat on the cool tiles on either side of the hot and cold water knobs, and noticed that her tiny toes were tightly curled under.
Michele's toes always did that when she was especially horny.
She had chubby toes that were all very close to the same length.
She kept her round toenails painted the same deep red color as her fingernails.
Michele had small but shapely feet with sloping arches.
She settled the back of her head against the side of the tub and raised her knees up in the air.
She pointed her knees in opposite directions so that her thighs would open to a perfect ninety degree angle.
Michele touched her breasts once again but only momentarily.
She quickly allowed her fingertips to trace a slow, gentle, crooked path down the front of her torso.
She could tell that her first come of the day was going to be a big one.
Her heart was pounding as her horniness increased.
Michele found that it was difficult to take a deep breath.
Her breaths were short and rapid, and she was making little whimpering sounds with each of her exhales.
With the shower running Michele knew that she could make a little more noise without worrying about her mother hearing her cries of pleasure.
Her father encouraged her to masturbate frequently, telling her that touching one's self was a natural extension of sensuality.
But Michele's mother would be very upset if she knew that the young girl was touching herself in an impure manner.
Martha Madison, Michele's mother, was a very religious woman, and believed that masturbation was a terrible sin.
The woman actually thought that there were people who went to hell for jacking off in the shower.
None of the other members of the family shared Martha's dogmatic attitudes, but no one made big deal out of it.
"Not in front of mother," had always been a common saying around the Madison home ever since Michele could remember.
Michele stroked a circle around her bellybutton, and even dipped her the long nail at the tip of her forefinger inside her navel. She had an innie.
This felt a lot better than she thought it was going to.
She could feel a pressure in her lower abdomen that was getting worse by the second.
She knew that that pressure could only get so severe before the release of her orgasm would be inevitable.
It felt as if there was a balloon blowing up inside her lower belly, and the rubber was beginning to stretch.
When that balloon burst her cunt juices would gush from her pussy as she came.
Michele stroked downward on her body until she got to the very top of her pitch black pubic patch.
Michele had a thick patch of pubic hair above her cunt that grew in the shape of a perfect inverted triangle.
The triangle was so neat and so sharp at the corners that one might have thought that Michele trimmed it to look like that.
But that was the way it had grown naturally. Michele only trimmed her pubies just above her clit so that her father would be less apt to get hair in his mouth when he was going down on her.
Her pubic hair was very thin as it grew down the sides of her vulva, along her outer cunt lips, and there was very little hair in between the cheeks of Michele's ass-just a small ring right around her tight puckered anus.
Michele buried her fingertips into her pubic patch and rolled locks of hair around her forefingers, feeling the muscles in her inner thighs begin to tense up with her expectation of greater pleasures.
She tugged gently on her short and curlies one at a time which sent shivers of joy running up and down her spine.
Her cunt juices were flowing so freely at that point that she could feel them spilling out of the base of her cunt and down into the crack of her ass.
From there they were being washed away by the needles of hot spray that fell on the tops of her legs.
Michele wanted to build herself up to orgasm slowly.
She knew that she could make herself come quickly if she wanted to.
If she went straight to diddling her clit she would be able to give herself a climax in a matter of seconds.
But Michele had found, through trial and error, that the longer she made herself wait for a come, the more mind-boggling it became.
She pulled her fingers out of her pubic patch and lifted her hands to the sensitive flesh on the insides of her slim thighs.
Using only the tips of her long red fingernails, Michele began to caress her inner thighs sensually, was very close to touching the outer lips of her cunt.
The tiny black haired girl used both hands so that she could touch both of her thighs at the same time.
She found that her flesh became increasingly more sensitive the closer she got to her swollen labia.
Michele could feel her clitoris become erect as it too was thoroughly engorged with the blood of her passion.
At that point Michele could feel her asshole start to tingle.
There was an ache in her bowels that was not unlike the one she was feeling up inside her pussy at that moment.
Michele had heard that there were girls in this world who did not like to get fucked in the asshole.
She figured that those girls must be pretty dumb.
The complaint was, she figured, that it hurt.
Or else the girls thought it was degrading, or perhaps that it would encourage homosexuality in their boyfriends.
Michele knew that this was all so much bullshit.
She loved to get fucked in the ass almost as much as she loved to get fucked in her hot dripping cunt.
She hoped that her father would have enough jam stored up in his balls to fuck her in all three holes during the course of their picnic.
Michele could feel the tingling in her asshole get worse as she had these thoughts.
She pulled the balls of her feet off of the white tiles in front of her and drew back her smooth knees.
She rocked backward so that her weight was off of her buttocks and on the small of her back.
She drew back her knees so far that she had curled into a ball with the tops of her thighs coming very close to touching her erect nipples.
In this manner the cheeks of her ass were open and available to her caress.
She ran her long fingernails lightly over that supple flesh.
Then Michele used her fingertips to press deep into the firm yet yielding flesh of her twin buttocks.
Just as she had done earlier with her breasts she moved her globular -buttocks in slow sensuous circles.
She first rubbed her ass cheeks together, and then pulled them apart until the skin in the crack was taut.
Holding her ass cheeks as far apart as they would go with her left hand, she decided to explore the area between them with the forefinger on her right hand.
She placed the ball of flesh at the tip of her right forefinger at the top of the crack of her ass.
She could feel the ring of muscle around her anus begin to throb and spasm a little with expectation.
Michele had once looked at her asshole in a hand mirror and she knew that it looked like a pink asterisk with a little ring of black hair around it.
Michele's whole body shuddered violently as she touched her asshole and ran her fingertip in a little circle around that hypersensitive ring of muscle.
The small girl had a tremendous urge to violate herself with that finger.
But she knew that she couldn't do that.
She would take the risk of hurting her internal tissues with her long fingernail.
The satisfaction of her bowel ache would have to be a job for Daddy's cock!