Chapter 2
Michele Madison rubbed her forefinger over her asshole for a long time and her pretty face bunched together.
She puckered her lips and pushed them upward as if she were trying to kiss an imaginary lover in the tub with her.
Then her lips parted and moved as if she were trying to speak but was failing to make her voice box work.
Her face was very hot from the flush of her sexual exertion, and she could tell she was turning as red as a beet.
There was a single vein at the young girl's right temple that was dilated, purple and throbbing visibly.
Her lips moved up and out so far that her upper lip came very close to touching the base of her tiny nose.
Her eyes were closed so tightly that there were little lines forming at their corners, running to her temples.
Then Michele took her finger away from her asshole and placed the balls of her feet back on the white tiles.
She kept her knees pointed in opposite directions, and felt the ache in her pussy reach the point where she could no longer ignore it.
Michele placed her finger at the base of her cunt, touching herself on her pink swollen outer labia.
She shivered violently and began to move that finger slowly and lightly up and down her outer cunt lips.
That flesh was very slippery from the lubrication that had spilled on it, so her finger glided along smoothly.
In her fantasizing mind, Michele was pretending that her father was caressing her there with his tongue.
The tiny black haired girl knew from looking at her pussy in her hand mirror that her inner cunt lips protruded the furthest from her drooling slit of womanhood.
She knew that the lips that surrounded her fuck hole were thick and curled out a little at their edges.
She had always thought that her pussy looked like a flower about to blossom into beauty in the springtime.
She moved her clit from side to side as she touched her outer cunt lips, only touching her love button's flesh sheath.
By that time her little man in the boat was getting so swollen that it was poking its head out from under the foreskin that usually all but covered it.
Her clit was so engorged with blood, and was so swollen at that moment, that Michele thought it would pop right out of her pussy slit.
She could feel her love button quivering violently, but she held back her urge to touch herself there.
She wanted to explore all of the many folds of flesh within her cunt before massaging the center of her womanly pleasure.
She loved to stimulate her clitoris indirectly before actually peeling back it's, foreskin to caress that ball of joy.
She ran her finger up and down the outer edges of her inner cunt lips, pushing them a little bit apart.
Michele could feel her mouth falling further open as she pushed her fingertip in between those parted lips.
She sunk her finger in a little deeper with every upward stroke, coming as close as she could to her clit without actually touching it.
Soon her mouth was so far open that her jaw began to ache and the skin at the corners of her mouth was stretched taut.
But the ache the small girl felt in her jaw was nothing compared to the divine pleasure she was feeling in her quim.
She turned her wrist so that she would be able to stick her fingers up inside her dripping pussy hole.
She didn't have to worry as much about scratching herself internally with her fingernails when it was her cunt that she was violating.
She placed the first three fingers on her right hand very close together and slowly slipped all three inside her cunt.
She could feel her inner cunt lips and the walls of her inner pussy open to accept her three stiff fingers.
She pushed the fingers inside herself until she could get them in no further.
Her third knuckles were pressed tight against the outside of her snatch.
Michele then began to work those fingers slowly in and out of her swollen hole of womanhood, making funny little gurgling noises in the back of her throat.
The muscles in Michele's throat were so tight that she made coughing noises that sounded like, "ACK! ACK! ACK!"
She could no longer tease herself by ignoring her clit.
Michele knew that it had come time to give herself an orgasm.
She ran her left hand down the flat plain of her belly.
That hand ran through her black pubic patch and stopped at the very top of her parted pink pussy slit.
She pointed her forefinger and pressed on a sensitive spot only a fraction of an inch above her love button.
She then pulled back her clit's foreskin so that the entire visible part of her little man in the boat was available for her caress.
Michele knew that her anatomy made the size of her clit deceiving.
There was much of the organ that was internal.
The part she would touch was only the tip of the iceberg, a very hot iceberg.
The whole organ was at least as big as a man's flaccid penis, and traveled along the top of her fuck hole.
Michele used the forefinger on her right hand to touch the top of her clitoris as briefly and gently as possible.
She pulled her finger away the second she had touched that magic spot, seeking the subtlest caress.
But the potency of her stimulation was magnified a thousand times by the degree of her sexual arousal.
The pleasure she received was so intense that her hips bucked violently upward and landed back in the bottom of the white porcelain tub with a thud.
She could hear herself let out a sharp grunt of pleasure and felt herself move to the edge of ecstasy.
Her face was so red that it was starting to turn blue and her lips moved in the air even more violently than before.
The water balloon was stretched taut within her lower abdomen and she knew it was only a matter of seconds before it would burst.
Michele dabbed at her clit with her forefinger, never keeping contact with the magic spot long enough to give herself orgasm.
Michele wanted to see how long she could keep herself on the edge of bliss without tipping herself over.
Time was suspended, slowed to a snail's pace, by the intensity of the pleasure in Michele's sweet little loins.
She found that she could tease herself no longer. She put her finger on her love button once again.
But this time the little girl kept her finger there.
She began to move her clit in a slow sensuous circle.
She rolled her clit as if it were a marble in oil.
She immediately felt the explosions starting within her.
The inside of her cunt began to spasm violently.
And then she came with the force of ten sticks of TNT.
She let out one loud shout of pleasure before she bit her bottom lip hard to stifle any further outbursts.
Her hips felt as if they were filled with molten lava, and she could feel the pleasure of her orgasm spreading slowly throughout her body.
The pleasure ran down her legs, all the way to her toes, which clutched at the white tiles so hard that they had turned white as a sheet.
The pleasure ran up her spine slowly, making her nipples burn as if the lit end of a cigarette were touching them.
Michele could feel the pleasure make its way into her brain.
Her mind began to spin and every muscle in her body was so tense it was threatening to snap on her.
She could see little sparks of light flying through the darkness in front of her tightly closed eyes.
There was a brief moment when she thought she was going to pass out from the pureness of the bliss in her body.
Her hips began to move up and down sharply as if she were imagining her father's cock ramming deep into her fuck hole.
The orgasm only lasted for a few seconds but it seemed like much longer in the time warp that filled Michele's brain.
She started out moving her clit in a very slow circle, using a very delicate touch with her fingertip.
But Michele gradually increased both the pressure she put on her love button, and the speed with which she moved it.
Soon she was pressing the top of her clitoris flat against the base of her pubic bone as she massaged it.
She switched the pattern of her caresses as she felt her orgasmic rushes reach their absolute peak.
Instead of moving her clit in a circle, she flicked the tip of her finger back and forth across that magic spot.
She wished that she could get her cunt hole fucked by her father's cock and have her clit licked by his tongue at the same time.
She knew that someone would make a lot of money if they developed a life-like robot who had a prick where his nose was supposed to be.
She thought the come was going to last forever, but all good things have to end, and that includes sexual climaxes.
She could feel the convulsions inside her pussy begin to diminish, but continued to flick her finger across her clit until she was sure that her come was completely over.
She could feel all of the muscles in her body relax at the same time and fell still in the bottom of the tub.
Michele opened her eyes and watched the needles of steamy spray splashing off of the insides of her thighs.
The black haired girl could feel the ecstasy of her orgasm being replaced by the warm contentment of her relaxing afterglow.
All of the sexual tension that had built up slowly within her hips had been released in a matter of seconds.
Michele did not move a muscle for a long time as she felt her heartbeat slowly return to its normal rate.
She found that she could take deep breaths once again, and took a long time to catch her breath and feel comfortable.
Michele pressed the palm of her hand against her entire cunt slit and her hips jerked with a couple of rippling post-orgasmic spasms.
She then pulled her hand away from her cunt being careful to avoid the shower's needles of hot spray.
She brought her hand up to her face and looked at how wet and shiny her fingers were from the natural lubrication that had spilled onto them.
She pressed her fingers together, and then stretched them apart so that her cunt juice formed bridges of string between the knuckles.
She held her fingers very close to her flaring nostrils and inhaled deeply so she could fill her sinuses with the scent of her womanhood.
Then, in a compulsive moment, Michele plunged her three violating fingers into her mouth and sucked at them noisily.
She sucked and rolled her tongue over them at the same time, savoring the taste of her wet pussy flesh.
She pretended that those fingers were her father's cock, and she knew that it wouldn't be long before she had the real thing in her throat.
Michele knew that she had already taken too long in the bathroom and she had better hurry up and wash.
She did not want to arouse the suspicions of her mother by spending too much time in the John that day.
So Michele stood up in the shower and quickly went through the routine of washing her shapely torso.
She paid special attention to washing her private parts because she wanted to be fresh and clean between her legs.
She knew that her father's nose would be very close to her cooze and her asshole, and she wanted to be pure for him.
She knew her father very well, and he liked her best when she seemed innocent and squeaky clean.
After she was clean she turned off the shower, pulled back the transparent shower curtain, and stepped lightly on the bathmat next to the tub.
She dried herself off with a big fluffy bath towel, patting her skin dry rather than scrubbing it harshly as she had seen her father do.
She then slipped back into her white nightgown and worked her toes into her big fluffy blue slippers.
She opened the door to the bathroom, noticing that the full-length mirror on the back of that door had steamed over.
She could see the steam that had filled the bathroom spilling into the upstairs hallway when she opened the door.
The air in the hall felt very cool, and she quickly made her way back to her bedroom where she found little Melinda had woken up.
"Why are you up so early on a Saturday?" Melinda asked, wiping the sleep from her eyes with tiny knuckles.
"It was such a beautiful day, I didn't want to miss any of it," Michele said. "Go back to sleep and I'll talk to you later."
Melinda smacked her lips a couple of times and figured that that sounded like a pretty good idea.
She rolled over on her side, buried her face in her pillow, and soon her slow breathing betrayed the fact that she had returned to dream land.
As Michele got dressed for the picnic, she could hear the shower go on and she knew that her father was up.
Michele knew that it was very warm outside, so she wouldn't have to worry about wearing very much on the picnic.
She pulled her white nightgown off and brushed her hair many strokes until it was almost completely dry.
She then slipped a white tee-shirt over her head and wiggled her hips from side to side as she put on a pair of cut-off jeans.
The tee-shirt did nothing to hide either the size or the shape of the teenage girl's huge tits, and her nipples appeared through the tee-shirt as two dark circles.
The cut-offs she wore were so short that the bottoms of her round buttocks were visible beneath them.
They were so tight that the outline of her vulva was apparent, and they were so old that the seat was covered with many frayed patches.
She slipped her feet into a pair of sandals and then quickly made her way downstairs to make some sandwiches.
She had just finished preparing the food for the picnic when her father made his way down the stairs and smiled at her.
"Good morning, sweetheart," Marvin said cheerfully and opened the refrigerator to grab a six pack of ice cold beer.
"Good morning, Daddy," Michele said, feeling a twinkle come to her dark brown eyes as she looked at him.
The man leaned-over and kissed his daughter on the lips wetly.
They tried to hide their passion for one another completely while they were in the house, because discovery could be tragic.
But the kiss was a little wet, and Michele had an almost uncontrollable urge to slip her tongue inside her father's mouth.
"We couldn't have picked a better day for our picnic," Michele said, in a tiny voice that made her sound even younger than she was.
Michele knew that her father liked her to seem like his little girl, and she kicked herself because she had planned to tie her black hair into pig tails.
"Well, let's hurry up and get on the road, sweetheart. I want to be gone by the time your mother wakes up," Marvin said.
Michele grabbed a quart of cola out of the refrigerator and together they went to the back porch to fetch a large red blanket.
Soon they were out in the sun, and the day was even nicer that Michele had imagined when she first saw it out her bedroom window a few minutes before.
The temperature was already in the low eighties and it was going to get hotter as the sun rose toward the center of the sky.
They got in the car and headed out for their favorite picnic spot at the junction between the Genesee River and the Oatka Creek.
In Rushdale the word creek was pronounced "crick."
They had chosen this as their picnic spot for two reasons.
For one thing, it was beautiful with no signs of civilization in any direction.
But the other was that no one ever went there, so they would be assured of privacy during their day of passion.
The spot was on the south end of town, about two hundred yards up the creek from the railroad bridge.
Marvin parked his car next to the bridge, and they could both smell the sewage treatment plant that was nearby.
The railroad bridge was black, and for as long as anyone could remember, it had been called, "The George Bridge."
That was because someone, whose name was probably George, had painted that word in big white letters all across the bridge.
There were some who figured the artist had to hang from his toes to paint the big letters, but no one seemed to know who George was.
All of the Georges in Rushdale denied any knowledge of Rushdale's most famous piece of graffiti.
The two hopped out of the car and walked over the railroad bridge to a footpath that led to their favorite spot.
They could see the river up ahead through the thick brush, and both of them could feel themselves getting aroused in anticipation of what was about to happen.
There was a grassy spot next to the river, and a fallen tree stuck way out into the rolling water.
A huge weeping willow tree grew right where the two streams met and supplied a convenient patch of shade in case either of them got dizzy from the sun later on.
In the creek were flat rocks that worked very well as sun bathing platforms after skinny-dipping in the white water.
They set down the beer, the pop, and the brown paper bag that held the sandwiches, so they could neatly spread the red blanket out on the grass.
Michele kicked off her sandals and felt the cool grass work its way between her chubby little toes.
She used her sandals to hold down two of the corners of the blanket and Marvin used his sneakers to pin down the other two.
There was nothing more annoying that the wind whipping their blanket around while they were trying to fuck.
"Oh Daddy, I can't believe how horny I am today. I swear I've been thinking about this for three days," Michele said with a little giggle of excitement.
"I know what you mean pumpkin," Marvin said. "Sometimes I think I live for the private moments we manage to find."
"Oh Daddy, I love you very much. I love you in a way a daughter isn't supposed to love her father."
"We have fallen in a trap and only the pleasure we give each other with our bodies can release the anxieties we feel over our incestuous relationship."
"Daddy, sometimes you get so poetic I can hardly stand it!" Michele said her eyes twinkling happily.
Marvin stood a couple of inches over six feet tall, so he towered over his daughter when they stood facing one another.
Even though the man was just on the short side of forty, he looked much younger than he really was.
Michele thought that he was the handsomest man in the whole town, but she was a little on the biased side.
His black hair was neatly groomed and came down a little over the tops of his shell-like ears.
There was one lock of hair that insisted on falling down over his forehead unless he combed it frequently.
Michele loved the way that lock of hair looked, and she thought that he would be able to play Superman in the movies.
Even though Marvin had been a white-collar worker all of his life, he was the sort of guy who had always taken care of his body.
He had a ruggedly handsome face, with deep dark eyes and a straight nose that was a little pointy at the tip.
He had sensuous lips for a man, and his chin and jaw were broad and firm, making him look very masculine.
Marvin was a huge man both in girth and height.
His shoulders were very broad and his chest was a barrel.
Michele knew that his heavily muscled chest was covered with a thick rug of curly black hair.
But even though his upper body was huge, he had amazing slim hips and waist, which made him look like a triangle point down.
His thighs were thick with muscle also, and Michele had noticed many times that her father's thighs were bigger around than her waist.
His legs were very long and he had very large hands and feet.
Michele had learned when she was very young that you could tell the size of a man's cock by looking at his hands and feet.
This was certainly true in the case of her father.
Marvin moved very close to his daughter, the two of them standing in the center of the large red blanket.
He slipped his hands around her slim waist and held her firmly at the small of her back, only a couple of inches above the top of the crack of her ass.
At the same time Michele reached up and ran her fingers gingerly through her father's short black hair.
She ran the palms of her hands smoothly down the back of his head until she was holding onto his strong neck.
The little girl intertwined her fingers at the back of her father's neck and rose up to her tip toes.
She tilted up her chin as she saw the handsome man stoop over, and their lips slowly came closer together.
They could both feel a shiver of sexual excitement as their lips touched, and they kissed for a moment with their lips closed.
But in a matter of seconds their lips parted and Michele daintily offered the tip of her tongue to her father.
He touched her tongue with his own, and soon they were rolling their tongues together in a wet internal ballet.
They drank of each other's saliva, and slid their lips across each other, pressing a little harder so they could feel the back of their lips touching their top teeth.
Both of these people were a dentist's pride, having pearly white teeth that had grown in perfectly straight without the aid of braces.
Marvin could feel his balls start to ache as he kissed his daughter soulfully for a very long time.
He could feel his cock start to throb as the blood pumped into it, throbbing once for every beat of his heart.
He could feel his prick growing steadily, getting a little bit longer and thicker with each of those throbs.
The man could tell that it would be only a matter of seconds before his prick was fully engorged with blood.
The kiss lasted for a long time, and they were both breathless with passion by the time they pulled their lips apart.
Michele could feel her nipples growing larger, making big bumps in the front of her thin white tee-shirt.
She looked down for a second and she could see a huge bulge forming in the crotch of Marvin's trousers.
She could tell that he was just as horny as she was, and she actually saw the crotch of his pants pulsating.
She figured that his cock would tear right out of his pants if it got any longer or thicker.
She could feel the blood in her own body moving downwards toward the dainty slit between her slim thighs.
Marvin pulled Michele closer to him so that her huge tits were pressed flat against his broad chest.
He kissed her neck gently, and sucked a little bit of skin between his lips with a sloppy noise.
He even used his teeth to give her neck little love bites that drove the girl near-insane with desire.
His balls were aching wildly, as if they had caught on fire, and his pants were feeling ever tighter.
"I want you to go down on me," Marvin said in a whispery voice, his lips very close to Michele's ear.
The little girl could feel his hot, moist breath work its way inside her ear and she shivered wildly.
Michele could feel her body become covered with gooseflesh, and her salivary gland began to go berserk.
She had to concentrate on swallowing frequently, or risk drooling in front of her loving old man.
"I want to suck you," she said sweetly.