Lucy May's Itch

Written by Uncle Pan

My name is Lucy May Whitfield, I am sixteen years old, and I am very sexually oriented. And I thought you might be interested reading about a few of my adventures. It's not that I sleep with a lot of boys, no matter where you live you can't do that these days without staining your reputation. It's a shame, but not one boy in fifty will do things with you and not brag about it to his friends. It seems as if his image among his peers is more important to him than your privacy is. And word of your indiscretions can travel around your school like wildfire.

If only boys realized what behavior like that is causing them to miss out on, you'd better believe they would change. But they do it because they're young and don't have experience and they're not yet old enough to know how to be cool about things. Grown men are an entirely different story, of course. Nevertheless I am hesitant to come on too strongly to men because you just can't predict how things are going to work out with them. They are so much older and bigger than us, which gives them such an advantage. And it kind of scares me to know that if I give in I'll most likely to end up being under their control. I guess I'm just an independent free spirit type at heart.

As far back as I can remember I've had an urge to play with myself between my legs. I don't know when I first discovered this pleasure, looking back it seems like I've been doing it forever. Maybe I had some kind of chemical imbalance back when I was little which made my genitals crave a little extra stimulation, I don't know. All I do know is that when I was four I used to play with myself more than any other girl I knew. My momma tried to discourage me, of course, but she didn't have much luck, tho' she did manage to get me in the habit of doing it mostly at times when I wasn't likely to be seen, like during a bath or when I was down for the night for sleep. However, that wasn't really enough to take care of my needs, and so I used to sneak it in lots of other times too.

I was around four years old I when I discovered the joys of letting somebody else play with me there. It happened purely by accident. I used to play a lot with my five year old neighbor Billy Carstens. One day he had just gotten back from a trip to the doctor's office where he had to take off his clothes to be examined. That afternoon Billy devised a game that we could play based on his experience. He made me the patient, and he was the doctor. First he took all of my clothes off, then he stretched me out face up on the bed and he looked, felt and poked all around me. I remember being thrilled to pieces when he finally got around to poking and feeling up my little split. It felt so good being touched by someone other than myself that I never wanted it to end, and so I had him keep on doing it for the longest time.

My uncle Carl came to stay with us during the summer I was five. He was nineteen, and was my mom's younger brother, but to me he was about as grown up as you could get. Anyway, Carl took an immediate shine to me, and spent a lot of time cuddling me on his lap. He really liked feeling me up between my legs, which immediately put him to the top of my popularity list. At first he would covertly feel me through my panties, but the minute he realized that not only did I not object, I was actually encouraging more intimate contact, he got bolder and slipped his fingers inside my panties for direct skin on skin contact.

One day momma had Carl watch over me so she could go shopping in peace, and he took all of my clothes off and let his fingers take a tour of my private parts. I figured he must be nearsighted cause he laid me face up in his lap, my head down at his knees, and he proceeded to pull up my legs until that they were hooked over his shoulders, and my crotch was near his face. No one had ever wanted to look at me so close before and I was thrilled cause I could feel his warm breath blowing on my split. Imagine my surprise when he began poking his nose in my furrow, and sniffing for all he was worth. I had no idea that anybody would want to smell me there and it got me so excited I darn near wiggled off his lap. But that was nothing compared to when he started licking and sucking on me. That was the most outrageously fun thing that had ever happened to me up to that time. I wrapped my legs around his neck and darn near strangled him, trying to bring him in even closer, but of course he was already as close as it was physically possible for him to be.

I didn't have a really good name for that place between my legs which was rapidly becoming a kind of focal point of my existence. I mostly used the usual baby name for it (peepee for boys, or weewee for girls.) But it seemed to me like much too important a place to be labeled with so primitive a name, after those were baby terms. So being the curious type one day I asked Carl what he called that place on me he was always wanting to play with. For a second there he looked at me funny, I guess he wasn't used to anybody wanting to call it by a name, but then he got a thoughtful look on his face and he told me he called it my "nookey." I asked what he called his peepee and he said he called it his "pokey." They were funny names, but I thought they were both good fits, and so from that time on I've been calling my little treasure my nookey. I even made up a song about it,"Looky, looky, looky, pokey likes nookey!" ......(cont)

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This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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