You must be 18 years of age to read this story. It contains explicit sexual content and is meant for adults only.

So that you can appreciate the character of Marlie and the story, I suggest that you read Episodes 1 and 2.

Marlie Episode #3

My Happy Button

Jesse ran through the kitchen door with me right behind him. The screen door slammed and my Daddy glared at me and used his favorite word for me. When he was annoyed at me, he never called me a brat or a bitch. Bitch was his word for my mother. I was always “the retard”. I didn’t attend high school in the main building. I was placed in a doublewide trailer behind the school. There was about a dozen of us, and the other kids referred to us with a number of disparaging names. The building was a nothing more than a warehouse. Not much teaching took place. We were given test in the usual subjects, from time to time. I always did well on tests, but it made no difference. My Daddy insisted that I remain in the ‘special’ class, because “She’s retarded.” He told the ‘special teacher’, an old friend of his, lies about me. They took me out of school when I was sixteen. I was put to work in the orchard and the cider mill. I drove the pickup truck and the larger flatbeds, but only around the orchards and the property perimeter. Daddy never let me go for my license because “You’re retarded”.

You might find it hard to believe, but I was a happy little girl. I learned at an early age that Daddy was a mean prick, and that there was nothing I could do to change that. Maybe, that’s why some people thought that I was retarded, because I was happy in such a terrible situation.

We washed up and sat for dinner. There was never much talking at the table, except by Daddy. Mommy bowed her head for a blessing, but he was already shoveling stew into his face. He washed it down with some beer and announced,

“I got a good offer for the orchards today from some big developer. I’m thinking about it.”

Mommy objected meekly.

“Leo, this place is the only home I’ve ever known. These were my father’s orchards.”

He glared at her, “Well…..he’s fuckin’ dead, ain’t he?”

He stood up and threw is chair back and headed for the door. Moments later the pickup truck was running and he was headed for the bar and another drunken stupor.

But, like I said, I concentrate on being happy. I finished my meal, picked up my bowl…and the prick’s bowl, and then I cleared the table and asked Mommy if I could go swimming down at the stream, since there was still an hour of daylight left.

“Marlie, I don’t want you down there alone this late in the evening.”

Jesse volunteered, “Aunt Beth, I’ll go with her.”

“Ok then. Take some soap along Marlie and wash a few of your dresses in the stream. Remember; rinse them real good in the spillover.

With a warning to be home before dark, we were on our way. I was wearing a short nylon dress that I lifted over my hips as we walked along the east orchard road. I looked down at my panties and told Jesse, “Look. I knew it. I could feel it during supper. My panties are wet. Your cum was dripping out of me.”

I reached down and touched myself and it was nice, so nice, and sensitive to the touch. I stopped walking and lean back against a tree. Jesse didn’t say a word, just watched me as I slid my panties off. My pussy was feeling like it needed some attention. I ran my fingers between the lips. They were wet and smooth thanks to Jesse’s cum. I moved my fingers up and down slowly. Each time I touched myself between lips at the very top of my pussy, just slightly inside, it felt electric. I took Jesse’s hand and pulled him closer, and then I kissed him. I increased the movement of my fingers…especially when they touched my sensitive little happy button.

“Jesse, I think I’m going to be able to cum doing this. It’s feeling very good.”

He pushed my hand aside and slid his middle finger inside me. He got his finger nice and slippery. He then turned me around and I leaned facing the tree. He slid his slippery finger down toward my back hole. It puckered when his fingertip touched it…and he said,

“Easy little girl. Easy. You will like this. Just keep rubbing your cunt.”

I began rubbing again and bending slightly forward. I was not in control when his finger starting sliding into my puckering little squeezer. The puckering was out of my control. I just let it pucker and pucker, while I learned about my wonderful ‘Happy Button. My legs were quivering, not very stable, so Jesse cradled me to a grassy patch about ten feet away. I worked on my button the entire time. He placed me on the grass, slipped his finger home again, and then kissed on my mouth while I gasped to catch my breath. My cunt felt wildly wonderful. My puckering little squeezer felt, well…I began to wonder if I was going to have two orgasms. One up front, and one back there. Jesse looked at me and said,

“Take a ride to Heaven little girl. Cum cum cum cum cum.”

And…I did, I did, I did.”

I lay chugging like locomotive…and Jesse sat smiling at me.