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(Note: I am not the author, only the archivist.

The author's name has come detached from this story.  If you are the
author, would you please contact me?  I like to see writers get credit
for their work.

The following story deals with themes of explicit sex.  If you're not
old enough to be here, you're not old enough to read it.  Scram.)



Small Town Girl

for M, one page of many in our book

I


Mrs. Palmer is a stupid bitch, Wendy was thinking as she walked up the
steps to her bedroom.  Another day at school was over, and the last
class, French literature was not  only boring, but Mrs. Palmer was
always picking on her.  Quickly, Wendy pulled her sweater over her
head, and removed her bra to cool off.  At 15, she already had large
breasts that she just loved to squeeze and nipples that always got
hard while she sat and watched MTV after school.  Her 36C brassiere
was starting to get tight, but she liked the looks she got from all
the boys and even a few girls as she seemed to be bursting out of the
bra and sweater she was wearing all day.  Better a little too big than
too small, she thought, her fingers now massaging her breasts and the
confrontation with Mrs.   Palmer didn't seem to matter that much
anymore.

Although she was curious about sex, and loved to rub her pussy at
every opportunity, the boys at school just seemed so immature, so
geeky.   The television screen was full of grown men, who made Wendy's
pussy get wet  over and over again.  Men with experience, men who
would treat her right, men who would make her feel like a mature
woman.  As the images flashed on the screen, she lowered her panties,
and the hot wetness of her fresh, young pussy was met by the hard
pressure of her fingers against her clit.  Her breathing became deeper
and faster, she rubbed her clit and smeared her juices all over her
soft hairy mound.  Faster and faster, she watched the man on the
screen, looked at his crotch, trying to imagine his cock dangling
inside.. oh she wanted to take it and suck on it and get it hard and
guide it inside her...to be filled up with the hot fleshy cock of a
man...oh...oh, I'm coming, it's so good, so good...oh again,  oh, oh,
yes fuck me, fuck me, I love your cock.....


II

After a few minutes, Wendy was ready to return to the real world.  She
felt refreshed and calmed again by the intense pleasure of the orgasm.
She had touched herself just as she liked.   The best moment of the
day.  It almost wiped out the memory of Mrs. Palmer.  Almost.

Mrs. Palmer, her French teacher, was actually smaller than her.  She
was a very petite 4-11, while Wendy was a robust  5-6.  And at 15,
Wendy's figure was a perfect  firm hourglass built for sex that Mrs.
Palmer could never match.  Why am I comparing myself to her,  Wendy
thought, and the reason started to become clear.  It was something
that Mrs. Palmer had said today that triggered it all.

"Love," she had said, "was something that only adults could understand
and appreciate."  Wendy looked around at the boys in the class and was
ready to agree, when Mr. Benson, the math teacher came in to the
class, to borrow the overhead projector.  I could love him, Wendy
thought.  He's mature, strong, funny and I just love the shape of his
ass in those pants.  Between her legs she started to feel moist, as
she followed Mr. Benson's ass around the room, wanting to hold it
while she sucked on his cock...

"But Mrs. Palmer," Wendy found herself speaking out, "in some
cultures, I would already be married with three children.  I just
think our culture keeps us ignorant for a longer time."     

"What you are talking about is primitive culture that treats women
like slaves," Mrs. Palmer responded.  

"They seem happy to me," Wendy answered, and the whole class roared
its approval. 

"Stand up, Wendy Morgan!" Mrs. Palmer spoke loudly as she moved to
Wendy's desk.  Wendy rose, her full bosom stretching against the
fabric of her sweater.  Her hips wrapped in tight denim.  Opposite her
stood Mrs. Palmer, slight, built like a 10 year old.  Mrs. Palmer saw
the vision of fresh female maturity in front of her, so obvious,
started to say something, then changed her mind, and turned to walk to
the front of the classroom.  "Class dismissed," Mrs.   Palmer said
weakly.


III

There's still time to walk over to the drugstore and stock up on a few
things, Wendy thought.  There were some private things she liked to
buy for herself.  Changing into a short skirt and sleeveless blouse,
she went out into the warm summer evening, the drugstore only a ten
minute walk away.

It was warm enough for Wendy to do something wicked:  No panties.  Her
face was flushed with excitement as she felt the evening breeze on her
pussy. Her little secret, and it made her feel so sexy.  Sometimes,
she would pass by a house and talk to one of her father's friends, as
they mowed the lawn or washed the car.  She always saw them look at
her legs and then her breasts, and it made her tingle inside.  Once
she thought of following one of them back to the garage as he finished
mowing the lawn.  She would pretend to slip and fall over a broom, and
land on her back, her legs spread apart and her pussy in full view.
He would rush to her side, and ask her if she was okay.  No, she would
answer my knee hurts, I can't bend it.  His hands would hold her knee
and caress her thigh.  He notices her pussy, and gasps.  She begins to
breathe heavily and he sees that she is aroused, wet, her legs spread
further apart.  Nothing can hold him back.  He buries his face in her
pussy, sucking and slurping on the virgin cuntlips, licking her clit
up and down in a hot frenzy.  The surprise was total for him.  He
didn't think, he just saw her and couldn't resist.  He moans that she
is so delicious, so wet,  so hot.  He licks her clit and sucks on it
with increasingly rapid strokes.  Wendy is close to the edge.  She
grabs his head and pushes his tongue harder against her pussy.  Oh,
my, oh, oh my god, oh yes, oh faster, don't stop, oh fuck me oh please
fuck  me now, please, fuck me right now!  He pushes down his shorts
and his rock hard cock is exposed.  Wendy takes it in one hand and
guides it to her pussy lips, and in, oh yes, that's so good, oh fuck
me, oh harder, oh yeah, fuck me, fill me up with your cock, oh oh,
come with me, now, now, oh, yes yes yes...

As she thought of this, Wendy reached the drugstore.  Empty as she
would have expected.  The main street was no longer the big shopping
area, now that the mall had opened.  But, it was so convenient, and
she actually preferred some privacy as she went about her personal
shopping.   She looked over the different brands of tampons, there was
always something new to try.  Beside the tampons, she noticed the
display of condoms.  She surveyed the packages and the names, meant to
sound masculine and strong.
 "Anything I can help you with?"  Wendy was startled by the voice
behind her.  As she turned, she saw that it was the voice of Mark, the
pharmacist.  Since grade school, she had dreamt that he would notice
her.  Maybe fifteen years older than her, he was not the typical
pharmacist type.  He seemed athletic, sort of physical, like he could
handle much more than counting pills for old ladies.  Wendy blushed,
and was at  a loss for words.

"Oh, condoms... maybe I embarrassed you," Mark said.  

"No, no," Wendy responded, "just startled me a bit."

Mark took a closer look at Wendy and she felt him enjoy the view of
her young body.  "I was just curious, there are so many different
brands," Wendy answered.

"I'm Mark, by the way. . .can I ring up those things for you?" Mark
said, hoping to bring his mind back to his work.

"Sure, my name's Wendy," she said and followed Mark to the
prescription counter in the back of the store.  Mmm, she thought,
definitely more than just a typical pharmacist.

"And what brand do you use? Wendy asked, winking at Mark.

Mark laughed then frowned and responded, "Well, I don't get to use
them very often."   Oops, Wendy thought, and then noticed the wedding
band.

"But you're married, er, I mean..." she tried to recover.  And he's so
cute, she thought, his wife must be a fool.

"I guess things have slowed down a bit lately," he said, surprised at
his own candor.  He was starting to imagine stripping the clothes off
this young thing and sucking on her huge breasts, as she fondled his
cock.  His cock started to grow in his pants, and he thought he saw
her notice his bulge as he rang up her purchases.

"Oh my god," Wendy murmured quietly, seeing the form of his cock
rising in his pants.

"Pardon me?" Mark asked.

"Oh, nothing, I think I'm just bit lightheaded, maybe I need to drink
something," Wendy said.

"No problem, we have a water cooler back here, come 'round and help
yourself," Mark pointed to the far end of the pharmacist's work
counter.

Wendy left her purchases on the counter, and slowly walked around,
catching another look at Mark's erection, so obvious, so big.

"I'll wait back here," Mark said, hoping his hard-on  would soon
soften.  But as Wendy walked to the cooler, her ass was in plain view,
and Mark could no longer resist.

"Wait, I'll get you a cup."  Mark rushed over, followed behind her,
when she stopped for a moment.  He bumped into her, and knowing she
felt faint, was afraid he would knock her over.  He grabbed her by the
waist and his hands slipped forward onto her breasts.  Then she fell
back against him.

"Oh, Mark, I'm dizzy," Wendy moaned, "lay me down on the floor."

"Sure," Mark replied, and his eyes bulged as her thighs parted and he
saw her hairy pussy exposed to his view.  "Oh, Mark, I've been
dreaming for years that you would hold me.  Kiss me, kiss me," Wendy
moaned.
  Mark didn't need to think, his lips moving forward to hers, his
heart racing and his cock even harder than before.  When he reached
her lips, they parted and her tongue came out to lick him, then her
hand started to massage his cock through the pants.

Wendy's dream was coming true.   Behind the tall prescription counter,
on a quiet evening there was enough privacy to let this happen, but
enough risk of being caught to add excitement.  The muffled voices of
the customers at the far end of the store excited her as she boldly
massaged his hard cock and sucked on his tongue.

Mark climbed on top of Wendy and started to press his crotch into
hers, all the time the licking and sucking and thrashing of their
tongues and lips continued.  The heat between them was unstoppable
now.

"Mark, fuck me pleaaase, now, now," Wendy gasped for air and tried to
open his pants.  Her pussy was ready, wet, swollen, spread apart and
moving against his cock all the time, her hips rising off the floor to
grind into him.

"Oh, Wendy," Mark pulled back and revealed his cock to her, harder
than he could ever remember it. 

With one stroke it went deep into Wendy's waiting pussy, filling her
with spasms of pleasure that she had been dreaming about .   Hot and
hard, Mark pumped her, stretched her twat with every stroke, she
moaning, he grunting.

"Mark, it's wonderful, your cock feels so good, keep going, don't
stop, deeper, faster," Wendy exclaimed as she spread her legs further
apart to accommodate him deeper inside.  She lifted her legs around
his back, and pushed back against him in opposite rhythm.

"I'm going to come, I can feel it coming, it's so strong," Mark
couldn't hold back any longer, and with one final deep thrust, he felt
his cock throb and squirt his hot load into her.

"I can feel it, I can feel it, it's amazing," Wendy gasped.  "Oh, me
too, I'm coming, yes, yes, oh, Mark, fuck me, oh, God, oh, God, oh
yes, fuck meee..."  Wave after wave of hot throbbing pleasure came
over her, tears in her eyes from the intensity of the experience.

"Wendy, you were fantastic, I don't know what else to say," Mark
kissed her gently on the cheeks and lips and chin.

She looked in his eyes, and spoke: "You made me feel like a real
woman, I'm not a little girl anymore."  

Mark laughed, "And you made me feel young again!"

"Then we both got what we wanted," Wendy giggled.  "I want to lick
your cock, to taste you."

Mark rose up and moved so his cock hovered over Wendy's face and she
licked and slurped him, moaning with pleasure all along.

"We were lucky no one noticed us here," Mark sighed.  The risk of
being caught hadn't held him back.  Her juicy, young pussy, so tight
and warm was so intoxicating.  He had released a huge amount of come
in one moment of delicious pleasure.

"It's almost closing time, Wendy, I'll drive you home," Mark said,
then added with a smile, "well, maybe I'll drop you off near your
house."

"Wonderful, I'm still too shaky to walk all the way back," Wendy
answered.  

A few minutes later, the lights were off, the staff had left, and Mark
lifted his jacket off the hook near the door.

"Hey, that's a high school jacket from my school.  I thought that you
grew up far away from here," she remarked.

"High school in Wisconsin.  My wife got me this jacket, she's a
teacher at your school.  Margo Palmer, do you know her?  She teaches
French literature."






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