David Crane

Flesh-feast family

CHAPTER ONE

Sarah Lee Roland was a teenager and horny as she could be. She had started getting horny when she was twelve, but at that time she didn't realize what those strange, nagging urges were, as they crept across her nubile belly and filled her sweet young loins.

By the time she was thirteen, she recognized them for what they were. And by the time she was fourteen, she was determined to do something about those urges.

But so far, the randy little nymphette had done nothing more than play with herself, but she did that with great gusto and alarming frequency.

When she woke up in the morning, the first thing that she did was to give her tender pussy a good finger-fucking, often starting even before she was fully awake, thereby adding a dreamlike unreality to the pleasure.

When she went to bed at night, she played with her cunt until sleep overtook her. Often she would come three or four times and even then fight off sleep so that she could prolong the joy of self manipulation as long as possible.

She often rubbed herself off at noon, as well, as if the pleasure were part of her lunch, a creamy dessert that climaxed her meal.

She had perfected the art and varied her techniques as the mood took her. Sometimes she pushed three or four fingers up her creamy cunt hole and pretended they were a fat prick as she pushed them in and pulled them out.

Other times she ignored her pussy and concentrated on her tingling clit, rubbing that vibrant bud with her palm and rolling it between her thumb and fingers until she was shuddering with wild ecstasy.

Sometimes she began by gently playing with her tits and nipples and at other times, too impatient for an orgasm to linger over the foreplay, she went right to work on her cunt with both hands.