by Michael Everest
|When she was
younger she liked to climb the large and twisted oaks that grew not too
far from her home.
Dressed in the loose dresses her mother made her wear on Sundays she would scale the branches slowly, carefully, knowing full well the young boys standing below would gaze up, watching silent and open mouthed for a the moment the dress would softly open up and give them a gaze of her white underwear and the crevices it molded into.
By the time she had reached the age of fourteen she had grown much bolder. And on occasion, when the days of summer were particularly sweltering, she would take off here panties and sit in the swings of the park.
Slowly as she rocked, gaining speed and height, she would
And sometimes while wrestling with the young boys of her
neighborhood she would let them touch these parts of her which were the
beginnings of womanhood, but it was always done in these teasing ways,
which they did not know was her game.
She pressed her ear to the door and heard her mother
She saw her mother’s large white breasts rippling
with the energy of her father’s movements, and she raised a hand
to feel her own. Their firmness and the way her young nipples slowly hardened.
She couldn't take her eyes off it and watched as he slid it back into her mother.
Heard the cries of pleasure as he did this. And she moaned with them. Watching the muscles of their adult bodies strain and vibrate made her grow wet, and she was both afraid and excited by this.
Standing in the doorway still, with a hand on her young taut breasts and another between her legs she caressed and rubbed unconsciously to their movements and sounds. To the kisses her father planted on her mother breasts, the playful bites. To the slapping sound of skin against skin, this excited her most, this gave the whole picture life and lust.
And when her parent’s moans grew louder and more
excited until they reached that finality, she was surprised to find her
own moans thrown into the chorus. And the surge of her own body as it
convulsed forth its first orgasm.
Sometimes alone she closed her eyes. And bringing up this image she would masturbate, she imagined it was her under her father, in her mothers place, being fucked by the large heavy penis of her fathers, of him cumming inside her and it was then she had the most violent orgasms.
quick and multiple times so that she was always left breathless and weak.
And she would fall asleep whispering his name until she drifted off into