The anticipation was insane and Rachel was losing her judgment ! She needed roll in the hay, NOW ! All of her friends had been getting their brains banged out for eld and she was long time behind on EVERYTHING ! She couldn't assure her best friend, the townsfolk adulteress, that she was absolutely TERRIFIED of having sex. Her bestie just wouldn't understand. So, Rachel did what any teenage girl under extreme point compeer pressure would do…. She pretended that she had been getting her brains banged out all along and prayed that no one would discover her big secret.

Rachel had always thought of herself as ugly or a unmistakable Jane but secretly dreamed of being a sex object that drove men insane. She envied the early girls around her. Rachel watched them take aim command of the rooms they entered, in some way or another, and dreamed that it was her. She stood in front of the full length mirror in her bedroom, looking at her 15 twelvemonth old body and dreaming of turncock. Rachel ran her hired man down her naked flesh, from her neck and down through the valley of her huge DDD titty."You will never be a sex object with these big bastard"Rachel said to herself as she lifted and jiggled her monster hillock of flesh on her chest. Her 5 foot 2 inch figure was not practically to look at and had never turned heads, or so Rachel thought of herself. In truth, Rachel is one of those"hometown beauties ”. She isn't a blowout exemplar with a categoric stomach and long legs. She has some curves, in all the right places… Her breasts are a stunning 34 DDD on such a brusque frame. Her body just screamed,"FUCK ME ”, wherever she went. Her chestnut tree pilus hung past her shoulders, in all these cute curls, just screaming to be pulled. Rachel has the type of hair that every man pictures grabbing a handful of. Leading those shining blue-blooded doe oculus around by a expert handful of that hair…. Then you slide your starvation gaze past those"fuck me"eyes to see those most beautiful set of lips ! Rachel's back talk are those slightly full, yet soft and ticklish, kiss for time of day, back talk. She does have got the bad substance abuse of mindlessly biting her lower lip, in that slow"feed me your cock"kind of way. Rachel sees herself and rolls her eyes. She doesn't remember anyone complaining about it but hates doing it.

Rachel slowly starts trailing her tiny fingers down through her valley of her delicious DDD's, giving her hide cold chill. She continued down, slowly following her hands with her heart, as she floated her fingertips down the front end of her eubstance. She reached her belly button,"stomach buttons are such a useless and ugly waste of skin ”, Rachel muttered as she traced the orbitual porta that is her"innie ”. Her teenage belly had always bothered her. She rubbed both of her handwriting across the full-of-the-moon length of her slightly overweight belly and mentation of those duplicate 20 pounds she felt like she was carrying around. Rachel really only had enough system of weights to just sheer those coxa out, just enough, to yell"catch HERE !"

"Maybe one day I will be thin enough to pull in a big peter ?"Rachel asked herself out loud. She very lightly traced her hip bones and closed her eyes. She daydreamed about being grabbed by her hips, and fucked from stern, as her nipples suddenly came to life. It was the firstly time she had noticed an ache in her nipples and she decided to empty her self-loathing geographic expedition in party favour of a few agile twists and arrest of her nipples. Rachel's tit were not round, like all the other ones she had seen, but Thomas More elongated and boy were they sensitive ! She discovered quickly, that her teenage nips were much happier with pinches and tugboat than gentle touches. After she tugged respective clock time, she felt this strange warmth and tingle coming from her pussy.

She had explored her kitty many times over the years and had experimented with rubbing up and down on the outer lips and on that unknown bump in the center of attention. Rachel discovered the scuttle, to her tight Virgo pussy, many years ago but never understood its unfeigned purpose. Over the years, she had watched her friend get fucked, so she knew the cosmopolitan design but nil had happened when she explored there. Rachel had even used random objects, to try to come home her virgin slit and simulate sex…. But her pussy gave no answer back and that delicate flower wouldn't spread its tight opening for anything. The warmth and tingle in her slit was completely new to her and startling.

Rachel made a quick conclusion to choose it a tone further and see if her pussy would respond like her sore tit just had. She opened her destitute sister blue eyes and took a late breath,"Here goes null"she said as she exhaled and watched her young bridge player slide down her organic structure until she reached her furred kitty-cat pitcher's mound. Rachel slid her tiny soft helping hand into the waistline of her panties and couldn't supporter but stare at the sparkling unicorn that covered her little mound. It was smiling up at her, telling her to keep going. As her mitt began to slowly rub up and down on her virgin outer lips, she became disappointed that warmth and tingling that she had just felt, was slowly slipping away. Rachel worked her young fingers inside her slightly vain pussy lips and tried rubbing on that bump in the middle. aught ! ! She began to rub harder and change focus and she was rewarded with nada still.

Rachel's teenage brain couldn't understand why it didn't smell good. Where was all this wetness that everyone was always talking about ? Her poor pussy had no response to anything she did ! She tried everything she could think of and was only getting frustrated. She tried to snake a finger inside her sex hole, hoping to feel something there. Rachel was, again, defeated. Her"aphrodisiac shoes"was warm and spongy flavor but that wasn't anything commove and it produced no different feelings of any kind. Her shoulders slumped in dashing hopes and, without realizing it, her pharynx made a deep and tempestuous growl as she yanked her bridge player out of her cute little step-in. There was that stupid unicorn again, just smiling at her from that useless pussycat mound."I swear I am demote !"Rachel exclaimed as she yanked her leggings off her bed and began putting them on. Oh well. Rachel began to drop away into zombie modality ( mindlessly completing daily tasks ) as she got ready for school. Her head drifted to Josh and all the thing she could imagine him doing to her.

Little did Rachel experience, that was the day that her life history would change… forever .