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By: Jackie
A little deeper in the bush Kelly was standing still naked in front of the young Hispanic girl. The only thing between Vickie and nudity was the spaghetti strap T shirt with the developing pubescent mounds embossed in it.
“You shouldn’t be embarrassed about your pubic hair,” Kelly counseled. “Have the other girls been teasing you about it?”
“Uh... no, not really,” the girl replied.
Standing there in all her glory Kelly was tingling all over. She thought it was partly from the way her teenaged companion’s eyes roved freely over her nakedness. The older woman’s exhibitionist tendencies conspired to generate warm pressure in her lower belly.
“Then why are you upset about it?” Kelly asked.
“It’s... it’s being different... I’m always so different than everyone else.”
The naked older woman surmised that there weren’t many Hispanics in the area and it wasn’t the least red-neck part of the country. Couple that with the teenaged need to fit in and it was a formula for poor self image leading to depression.
“You’re not really different,” Kelly consoled the youngster. “Hair is just hair... underneath that you’re a girl just like Linda, or Susan... or me.”
Vickie’s aspect seemed to brighten a little at the stranger’s words. Kelly saw her eyes drop to what ultimately was the subject. The little Latina was looking at her coochie. Standing naked in front of the girl was undeniably a bit of a thrill for the older woman, but having the tween’s attention focused on her pussy raised her level of excitement. The rumbling of the distant thunderstorm in her low belly suddenly erupted with lightning bolts. Kelly pressed her thighs tighter together. Pressure always helped control those wonderful flashes that seemed to emanate directly from her clit, but only for so long. She knew she would need more effective relief—soon.
“I shave all of mine off... see?” Kelly said running her hand over her plump bald mons for emphasis. She was amazed at how hot and swollen it felt already.
“Do you want to compare... you know how it looks underneath all that hair?”
The puzzled expression indicated that the tween didn’t understand what was being proposed.
Kelly walked to the other end of the picnic table and sat on the table top. She was now behind Vickie who turned just her head to look over her shoulder at the skinny-dipper who had invaded her neat little world.
Kelly swung her legs onto the picnic table top and said, “Turn around and face me.”
The pivoting action brought the tight high round butt back to Kelly’s mind. She hoped her young companion didn’t wind up getting a sliver in that delectable posterior. Then again the extraction procedure might be quite exciting.
When the girl was facing her as they sat at opposite ends of the table, Kelly put her feet at the outer edges and let her knees fall outward. She was thrilled at the girl’s facial expression when her crease parted exposing the brown wings of her inner folds. Displaying herself so explicitly for the tween started the lightning storm again. Kelly felt her clit positively throbbing under the Latina’s steady gaze.
“Now let me see yours,” the older woman requested.
Kelly was a little surprised by how quickly the girl complied. She put her tiny feet on the edges of the table top and opened her spindly pubescent legs wide replicating Kelly’s position.
The red headed skinny-dipper could no longer resist. She had to apply three fingers to her yearning soft folds.
The view was disappointing. Vickie’s thick pelt still concealed most of her inner treasure. Just a thin pink line appeared splitting the long black pubes.
“Can you... uh, open it up... uh, with your fingers?” the jilling older woman asked breathlessly.
***
Jan had been sitting on the picnic table top with her feet on the bench just like Kim. She’d asked if she could have a closer look at what the girl was so ashamed of.
In the honey blonde tween’s mind her vulva belonged in a horror movie. The fact that her plump inner folds protruded so much outside the confines of her outer lips made her coochie look so different from those of her friends. Susan’s and Linda’s were quite similar looking. She was the odd one out, so she must be deformed, she’d decided. Now this older woman, who said she was a nurse, was telling her that it was normal—that she wasn’t a freak—it was comforting to hear but the tween needed more reassurance.
The older stranger was sitting on the bench that Kim’s feet were resting on. The pretty blonde skinny dipper looked up at her new young friend. In her current position Jan’s nose was just above the tween’s knees. The girl hadn’t consented to the close inspection of her girlhood but she hadn’t cut and run when Jan suggested it either.
The woman on the bench grasped the girl‘s velvet smooth leg just above the knee and lifted it. Kim did nothing. Jan felt the dead weight of the tween’s lower leg as she lifted it over her head and set it down on the other side. A remarkably similar surge went through both of them now that Jan was positioned directly between Kim’s legs and virtually at eye level with the girl’s over stuffed pussy.
Jan inhaled the sweet fragrance. It was faint and delicate. If not for the heat and stillness of the air it wouldn’t have been detectable at all. Faint as it was Jan recognized the arousal component in the intoxicating vapors.
Kim looked down between her legs. The face of the woman, the stranger she and her friends had been spying on, was inches from her sex. Nobody... nobody had ever been that close before. Kim’s head started spinning and something was happening down there.
“May I touch?” Jan asked permission, wondering what she would do if the girl said no.
She glanced up to see that the wide eyed nervous expression was still on the honey blonde’s face but there was something in those big brown eyes. Like getting between the girl’s legs in the first place Jan took the lack of response for a yes.
Mimicking the recommended method for doing gynecological examinations she put her hands on the girl’s inner thighs, halfway between her knees and her crotch. Slowly she slid her hands along the slender silky columns toward the pubescent cunt.
The prelude to contact with the girl’s sex had two purposes. First was it gave Kim an opportunity to resist—to say no to the incredibly intimate contact. Secondly it prepared the tween for the older woman’s fingers invading her most private place.
Jan’s gentle hands sliding up her legs had another affect on the nervous tween. It felt like the overture to a symphony or maybe the orchestra warming up. Sweet sweet music was about to play and the preliminary touch piqued Kim’s anticipation.
She had touched herself a few times, even before the fateful sleepover that had left her so ashamed of her girlhood. Her vulva, which her mother still insisted on calling her ‘pee-pee’—like a baby—felt really good under her fingers. She’d stroked over her plentiful folds marveling at how soft and floppy they felt. She hadn’t been able to concentrate long on the sensations from her fingers because the wonderful feelings they raised inside, behind the protective lips quickly drown out the more common tactile input from her hand.
After the sleepover that led her to the conclusion that she was not normal down there she’d been afraid to touch it again; in case touching made it worse. Still the memory of the times she had conducted a little self-exploration made her shiver.
She was shivering now as the pretty blonde older woman’s hands got nearer and nearer to her coochie as Linda had taught her to call it. Kim wondered if it would feel as good as when she’d done it to herself. Somehow she already knew that it was going to be better.
Jan wanted to look up, wanted to get some more affirmative permission from the girl but she was so mesmerized by the girlhood less than a foot from her nose that she just continued.
Kim’s right labia minora was folded over her left. Examining the reddish pink crinkly flesh Jan got the impression that the left one was folded sort of in and under. Where the inner lips met there was a one inch long cone of paler skin that had no separation in it. The blonde skinny-dipper could easily see that this paler skin bulged a little but she couldn’t bring herself to believe that the tween’s clit could be that big. It had been ten maybe fifteen seconds since the older blonde had made initial contact with the insides of the girl’s thighs. Now Jan’s hands were lightly resting in the tween’s groins.
“I’m going to touch you now,” Jan announced as though sliding her hands up the lightly tanned thighs didn’t count.
The warning typical of a gyno exam slipped out of the nurse’s mouth almost u*********sly.
With the longest finger of her left hand she hooked Kim’s over folded right labial wing. Pulling it outward the heat and feel of the incredibly soft engorged flesh sent a pleasure rocket that exploded in the exploring woman’s crotch. She swallowed the little grunt that the detonation threatened to cause and began to retract the tween’s left inner lip in a similar fashion.
This one was different. It was already slick with the girl’s secretions. This time Jan couldn’t keep from moaning as the heady fragrance that had been almost undetectable intensified. She would not have been able to get enough traction on Kim’s left lip if the silky slimy wing hadn’t flipped outward all on its own. The incredible glass smoothness of the inner side was in stark contrast to the crinkly textured outer surface. The bright pinkness glistened wetly and Jan swallowed hard to get rid of the sudden increase in saliva that had flooded her mouth.
The tween’s head was spinning and she got very dizzy watching the woman she’d only just met pulling open her girlhood. The rush of sensations caused by the prying fingers resolved into something that felt like a knot right at the top of her crease. Kim knew that she was making a sound sort of like humming but it didn’t come from her lips, it came from her throat—no much deeper than that even.
Jan’s finger tips managed to pull the slippery soft flaps further apart. She spied the glob of milky clear juice trickling out of the tween’s vagina; just above that, the lima bean sized clitoral glans hand emerged from under its hood and was trying to stand up. Jan knew that if she retracted the prepuce a little more that it would probably stand straight out like a miniature penis. The older woman ground her aching pussy on the hard surface of the picnic bench mindless of the potential for slivers. She just had to get some relief from the enormous pressure that had built up.
“Your pussy is so beautiful,” Jan sighed.
Spurred by the compliment Kim let the volume on the humming sound that she’d been trying to suppress increase. The girl’s pleasure filled vocalization could not be misinterpreted. Jan lost control.
The angle was very poor so she swung her legs out from under the picnic table, spun around so that she was kneeing on the bench and wrapped her arms under the girl’s slim thighs. Looping her forearms back up over the top she ‘took the bull by the horns’ or in this case ‘the girl by the hips’. She pulled Kim’s pelvis toward her and pulled up and out on the plumpness of the tween’s mons with her fingers. Experience told her not to attack the erect half inch girl-cock immediately, much as she wanted to. She contented herself with lapping at the sweet pubescent nectar and exploring the wonderfully smooth hot inner recesses. Jan needed her powerful hold on the girl’s hips to keep the twitching jerking pelvis from escaping.
***
Kelly’s hand picked up speed. Her wrist and fingers had a mind all their own massaging the floppy wings of her steaming pussy. Dipping in to scoop up some of the thick lubricant her engorged vagina was secreting she smeared it on her throbbing clit and her body jerked in appreciation of the pleasure her wiggling hand created. She had all the visual stimulation she could want too.
The Latina had complied with her request to reveal her most private and secret place. Vickie parted the heavily fur covered outer lips to reveal her very diminutive thin pink inner ones. They couldn’t be called folds because they were small and short, only providing a bracket around the virginal opening that was oozing clear fluid. The tween with the luxurious long dark hair was staring at the older woman’s masturbating hand, and as if she were her shadow, tried to keep pace and match the auburn haired skinny-dipper’s blinding stroke speed.
Their eyes didn’t meet. Each was totally focused, visually, on the other’s blurred hand flying over their glistening coochies. They heard the soft grunts and groans and the sloppy wet sloshy sound their fingers were raising from their vulvas; they did not hear the spectator arrive.
Susan stood, still wearing just her little T shirt, at the opening to the tiny clearing in which the picnic table sat. The red haired tween watched her Hispanic friend, the one with the enormous bush, and the skinny-dipping stranger fingering themselves like crazy. Her own clam shell style cookie throbbed in harmony with the spectacle.
Putting her hand between her own legs wasn’t a conscious act by the second in command of the group, it was more a reflex. The intensely erotic scene on the picnic table top made her massage her squishy mons ever harder and faster while she squeezed her half tennis ball sized immature tit through her top.
***
Jan felt the wispy almost tickly sensation on her knees. It was like feathers touching the insides of her legs. Then she felt hands... very small hands pushing outward on her thighs. She did not resist in spite of the fact that she couldn’t really grasp what was going on down there.
The kneeling blonde felt those tiny hands sliding up her now widely spaced thighs. Little fingers were prying open her aching coochie. She just had to stop her licking and lapping on Kim’s delicious pussy to see what was going on. She applied her thumb to the moaning tween’s turgid clit for interim stimulation and raised her shoulders so she could look down.
The feathery tickle on the insides of her knees had been caused by the beach blonde hair that surrounded Linda’s head like a halo. Jan’s pragmatic brain was trying to figure out what kind of contortionist the group’s leader had to be to achieve the position she seemed to be in. She would have been amazed to know that the tween was even able to pleasure herself while in the impossible position.
The adolescent fingers pulling on her labia were making her clit throb harder. When the bossy acrobatic tween managed to insert her tongue between Jan’s flooded folds, all conscious thought was eclipsed. The tremendous wave of hot pleasure made her groan and return her attention to Kim’s meaty girlhood. The mind boggling feelings Linda’s lips and tongue generated robbed Jan of all self-control. She devoured the honey haired girl like a voracious a****l.
Kim felt the explosion in the low tummy like a balloon filled with hot water had burst. The heat spread and for a few seconds she marveled at the glorious sensation, then the orgasmic pulse arrived in her brain and completely took over everything.
Jan felt the tiny hips she was wrapped around tense briefly before they began to shake and twitch. With her partner soaring on the wings of her climax the older woman gave herself permission to let go. The ecstasy didn’t so much shoot as it rolled out from her core in every direction at once. The chemical brew that her limbic system released into her blood stream, more powerful ounce for ounce than heroin, transported the kneeling nurse to that much too temporary place of pure bliss.
Like a domino effect, the beach blonde felt the blonde skinny-dipping stranger begin the orgasmic jerking and it touched off her own climax.
Robbed of the impressive muscle control it took to maintain her position Linda slipped down until she was sitting on the sandy dirt with her shoulders up against the picnic table bench.
Jan’s state of bliss was fading and she realized for the first time how hard the wooden bench was on her knees. She swung her left leg over Linda’s head a plopped her tushy down on the bench; resting her back against the picnic table top.
Kim remained supine on the table top, and though she had started first, seemed to be taking the longest to come back from wherever it was she had been catapulted to.
The three of them bathed in the afterglow trying to stop making the contented little noises and to catch their breath.
***
In the picnic nook around the corner a similar scene was playing out.
Susan was first even though she’d started last. She felt her knees go weak and the wonderful pleasure that caused her to shudder and shake overwhelmed her. It was all she could do to keep from falling down.
When the two-some on the picnic table realized that they had an audience it might have dampened their arousal—it did the opposite. Seeing the red haired second in command achieve her release sent Vickie and Kelly over the edge as well.
Six post orgasmic females at the abandoned swimming hole were all having similar thoughts. Their thoughts centered on the fact that this incredible erotic experience had unfolded and come to fruition in less than an hour. It was so fast, so unexpected that, in the aftermath they each needed to do their own summary—recap—commit the event to treasured memory.
“Kim... Kimmy where are you,” the adult female voice calling from beyond the trees shocked all six of them back to the present like a cold bucket of water.
Well developed adolescent abdominals propelled Kim to a sitting position in a flash.
“Oh fuck... that’s my mom!” she announced.
Jan plummeted from her blissful high like a skydiver without a chute. She could see the ground rushing toward her at breathtaking speed. The mother of the k**, the i*****l p*****n she’d just performed cunniligus on was barely fifty feet away. The potential consequences flew into her head from every direction. Charges of pedophilia, sexual interference, contributing to the delinquency... her career would be over. What could she do?
Her clothes, all their clothes, were over on the little beach at the edge of the pond. From all she could tell right about where the woman was calling from. No solution... no hope... panic began to set in.
“Kim where are you?” the woman’s voice was sounding more urgent now—upset.
Kim’s mother found the girl’s clothes on the pond’s shoreline. It wasn’t the first time her daughter had gone down here skinny-dipping even though she’d been told not too. The honey haired girl’s mother was beginning to panic too.
‘Why can’t I see them... oh dear Jesus what if they all drown—‘
“Kim!” this time her daughters name came out as a gargley shriek.
Kelly sat on the picnic table beside her Hispanic masturbation buddy. Her terror was equal to Jan’s. She had no professional status to loose but the potential for permanently destroying her reputation was a horrifying and seemingly inevitable outcome.
‘How can you go from the height of ecstasy to this depth of despair in seconds.’
The rustling of the bushes indicated that Kim’s mother was moving toward them.
“Susan!” Linda barked.
Jan was amazed at the power the blonde leader was able to convey in saying her lieutenant’s name at subdued volume. It was just her name but it sounded like a command.
The red headed tween didn’t need to hear it twice. She scampered around the corner to where her leader was standing. Vickie didn’t even need her name called to know that she was expected to follow. Kelly decided it made no sense to stay there by herself, and fell in step behind Vickie.
“Take your tops off,” Linda commanded in a stage whisper.
Kelly went to Jan’s side and hugged her friend. Standing there naked the two skinny-dipping older women had pretty much resigned themselves to their awful fate. They watched in fascination as the tween’s all shed their tops in compliance with Linda’s command.
‘Maybe this is like a last meal for someone condemned to death,’ Jan thought as the four sets of adorable immature boobs came into view. The rustling was getting closer—maybe twenty feet away now.
“Kim!” the distraught sounding mother called out again.
The rustling stopped. The girl’s mother had paused to listen... straining to hear... praying for a reply.
Linda was glad for the time extension. She turned to Jan and Kelly.
“We’re going to sneak over there,” she pointed further up the overgrown path past the picnic tables.
“There’s a place where we can get in the water,” Linda explained; her steel blue eyes flashing like lasers. “Then we’re going to swim out and call to her—get her attention... she’ll have to go back to the beach to see out over the pond.”
Jan was beginning to understand the plan.
“The rest is up to you,” the beach blonde leader said.
She pushed up on her tip toes and kissed Jan squarely on the mouth. Her little tongue collided with the older blonde’s teeth and for the briefest instant Jan got the familiar taste of her own pussy juice. Then Linda was going down the nearly indistinguishable path she’d indicated.
Kim kissed Jan on the cheek and followed. Susan and Vickie kissed Kelly’s cheeks simultaneously.
“Come on... we’ve got to hurry,” they heard Linda bark, but they could no longer see her.
Seconds later the rustling started again—fifteen feet. Another few steps and the searching mother would be in the picnic clearing—soft splashing sounds.
“Mom... mom... I’m over here,” Kim’s voice echoed from beyond the trees somewhere out in the water.
“Kim!” this time her daughter’s name came out in a prolonged wail.
Heavy rustling now but it was moving away from Jan and Kelly. The other woman was headed back to the little beach as fast as she could go.
“We’ve got to get out of here,” Kelly whispered and headed up the brush covered embankment toward the car.
Jan was right on her heels. They came to the bush where they thrown their clothes and snatched them up hardly breaking stride. They didn’t quite have to expose themselves to the pond’s shore clearing, but if Kim’s mother had turned around she would surely have seen the two naked women scrambling up the over grown path.
“Kim haven’t I told you not to go swimming down here,” her mother said trying to sound stern but too relieved to really pull it off.
“I know mom but it was so hot and...” the honey haired girl tried to make excuses but realized that whatever trouble she was in for violating the ‘no swimming in the pond’ rule was a pittance compared to disobeying the ‘no letting perfect strangers eat you out’ rule.
“We have a swimming pool in the backyard... in case you hadn’t noticed.”
“I know but we can’t go skinny in the pool,” Kim countered.
“And you shouldn’t down here either... whose SUV is that in the old parking area?”
As if her words had woken the car up they heard the engine roar to life.
“A car! There was somebody else here?” Susan said with such conviction and shock in her voice that Linda had to bite her lip to keep from laughing out loud.
“Yeah and they were probably peeping at you girls naked,” Kim’s mother said hoping to shock the teenagers into obedience.
“Peeping! Oh my God,” Susan continued her Oscar worthy performance.
“Well you need to come home now... and I’d suggest you other girls get out too.”
From where they were treading water thirty feet from shore the tweens could see the plume of dust rising above the trees and knew their skinny-dipping older friends had made good their escape. They breathed a collective sigh of relief.
“Your friends can come too if they want,” Kim’s mother offered.
“Oh we want to cum,” Linda agreed and this time she did laugh out loud.
***
They hadn’t taken time to dress. Jan and Kelly jumped into the smoldering SUV burning their rumps on the hot seats. Going so slowly on the horribly rutted road was torture. They kept looking back to see if anyone was coming. A person in good shape could run faster than they were driving.
When they reached the better part of the road and were able to get up some speed Kelly and Jan both collapse against the seat backrests, looked at each other and started giggling like school girls; feeling like Thelma and Louise (at the beginning not at the end).
“Oh my God what a rush!” Kelly said enthusiastically.
“More than one,” Jan countered, stopping the car about a hundred yards from the paved state road; quite confident now that no one was in pursuit.
“We’ve got to put our tops on at least or we’ll get stopped,” Jan assured her traveling companion slipping her T over her head and adjusting her boobs into it.
Kelly copied her.
They were rolling again, naked below the waist. As they turned and headed for home Kelly said
“What did you do back there?” she saw the twinkle in Jan’s eye.
Kelly reached over, put her hand on Jan’s pussy and began to gently stroke. Jan put her hand between Kelly’s legs and returned the favor.
“If you tell me your story I’ll tell you mine,” the blonde driver offered feeling her red haired friend’s finger slip between her lower lips.
The ride home actually seemed too short.
THE END.
By: Jackie
A little deeper in the bush Kelly was standing still naked in front of the young Hispanic girl. The only thing between Vickie and nudity was the spaghetti strap T shirt with the developing pubescent mounds embossed in it.
“You shouldn’t be embarrassed about your pubic hair,” Kelly counseled. “Have the other girls been teasing you about it?”
“Uh... no, not really,” the girl replied.
Standing there in all her glory Kelly was tingling all over. She thought it was partly from the way her teenaged companion’s eyes roved freely over her nakedness. The older woman’s exhibitionist tendencies conspired to generate warm pressure in her lower belly.
“Then why are you upset about it?” Kelly asked.
“It’s... it’s being different... I’m always so different than everyone else.”
The naked older woman surmised that there weren’t many Hispanics in the area and it wasn’t the least red-neck part of the country. Couple that with the teenaged need to fit in and it was a formula for poor self image leading to depression.
“You’re not really different,” Kelly consoled the youngster. “Hair is just hair... underneath that you’re a girl just like Linda, or Susan... or me.”
Vickie’s aspect seemed to brighten a little at the stranger’s words. Kelly saw her eyes drop to what ultimately was the subject. The little Latina was looking at her coochie. Standing naked in front of the girl was undeniably a bit of a thrill for the older woman, but having the tween’s attention focused on her pussy raised her level of excitement. The rumbling of the distant thunderstorm in her low belly suddenly erupted with lightning bolts. Kelly pressed her thighs tighter together. Pressure always helped control those wonderful flashes that seemed to emanate directly from her clit, but only for so long. She knew she would need more effective relief—soon.
“I shave all of mine off... see?” Kelly said running her hand over her plump bald mons for emphasis. She was amazed at how hot and swollen it felt already.
“Do you want to compare... you know how it looks underneath all that hair?”
The puzzled expression indicated that the tween didn’t understand what was being proposed.
Kelly walked to the other end of the picnic table and sat on the table top. She was now behind Vickie who turned just her head to look over her shoulder at the skinny-dipper who had invaded her neat little world.
Kelly swung her legs onto the picnic table top and said, “Turn around and face me.”
The pivoting action brought the tight high round butt back to Kelly’s mind. She hoped her young companion didn’t wind up getting a sliver in that delectable posterior. Then again the extraction procedure might be quite exciting.
When the girl was facing her as they sat at opposite ends of the table, Kelly put her feet at the outer edges and let her knees fall outward. She was thrilled at the girl’s facial expression when her crease parted exposing the brown wings of her inner folds. Displaying herself so explicitly for the tween started the lightning storm again. Kelly felt her clit positively throbbing under the Latina’s steady gaze.
“Now let me see yours,” the older woman requested.
Kelly was a little surprised by how quickly the girl complied. She put her tiny feet on the edges of the table top and opened her spindly pubescent legs wide replicating Kelly’s position.
The red headed skinny-dipper could no longer resist. She had to apply three fingers to her yearning soft folds.
The view was disappointing. Vickie’s thick pelt still concealed most of her inner treasure. Just a thin pink line appeared splitting the long black pubes.
“Can you... uh, open it up... uh, with your fingers?” the jilling older woman asked breathlessly.
***
Jan had been sitting on the picnic table top with her feet on the bench just like Kim. She’d asked if she could have a closer look at what the girl was so ashamed of.
In the honey blonde tween’s mind her vulva belonged in a horror movie. The fact that her plump inner folds protruded so much outside the confines of her outer lips made her coochie look so different from those of her friends. Susan’s and Linda’s were quite similar looking. She was the odd one out, so she must be deformed, she’d decided. Now this older woman, who said she was a nurse, was telling her that it was normal—that she wasn’t a freak—it was comforting to hear but the tween needed more reassurance.
The older stranger was sitting on the bench that Kim’s feet were resting on. The pretty blonde skinny dipper looked up at her new young friend. In her current position Jan’s nose was just above the tween’s knees. The girl hadn’t consented to the close inspection of her girlhood but she hadn’t cut and run when Jan suggested it either.
The woman on the bench grasped the girl‘s velvet smooth leg just above the knee and lifted it. Kim did nothing. Jan felt the dead weight of the tween’s lower leg as she lifted it over her head and set it down on the other side. A remarkably similar surge went through both of them now that Jan was positioned directly between Kim’s legs and virtually at eye level with the girl’s over stuffed pussy.
Jan inhaled the sweet fragrance. It was faint and delicate. If not for the heat and stillness of the air it wouldn’t have been detectable at all. Faint as it was Jan recognized the arousal component in the intoxicating vapors.
Kim looked down between her legs. The face of the woman, the stranger she and her friends had been spying on, was inches from her sex. Nobody... nobody had ever been that close before. Kim’s head started spinning and something was happening down there.
“May I touch?” Jan asked permission, wondering what she would do if the girl said no.
She glanced up to see that the wide eyed nervous expression was still on the honey blonde’s face but there was something in those big brown eyes. Like getting between the girl’s legs in the first place Jan took the lack of response for a yes.
Mimicking the recommended method for doing gynecological examinations she put her hands on the girl’s inner thighs, halfway between her knees and her crotch. Slowly she slid her hands along the slender silky columns toward the pubescent cunt.
The prelude to contact with the girl’s sex had two purposes. First was it gave Kim an opportunity to resist—to say no to the incredibly intimate contact. Secondly it prepared the tween for the older woman’s fingers invading her most private place.
Jan’s gentle hands sliding up her legs had another affect on the nervous tween. It felt like the overture to a symphony or maybe the orchestra warming up. Sweet sweet music was about to play and the preliminary touch piqued Kim’s anticipation.
She had touched herself a few times, even before the fateful sleepover that had left her so ashamed of her girlhood. Her vulva, which her mother still insisted on calling her ‘pee-pee’—like a baby—felt really good under her fingers. She’d stroked over her plentiful folds marveling at how soft and floppy they felt. She hadn’t been able to concentrate long on the sensations from her fingers because the wonderful feelings they raised inside, behind the protective lips quickly drown out the more common tactile input from her hand.
After the sleepover that led her to the conclusion that she was not normal down there she’d been afraid to touch it again; in case touching made it worse. Still the memory of the times she had conducted a little self-exploration made her shiver.
She was shivering now as the pretty blonde older woman’s hands got nearer and nearer to her coochie as Linda had taught her to call it. Kim wondered if it would feel as good as when she’d done it to herself. Somehow she already knew that it was going to be better.
Jan wanted to look up, wanted to get some more affirmative permission from the girl but she was so mesmerized by the girlhood less than a foot from her nose that she just continued.
Kim’s right labia minora was folded over her left. Examining the reddish pink crinkly flesh Jan got the impression that the left one was folded sort of in and under. Where the inner lips met there was a one inch long cone of paler skin that had no separation in it. The blonde skinny-dipper could easily see that this paler skin bulged a little but she couldn’t bring herself to believe that the tween’s clit could be that big. It had been ten maybe fifteen seconds since the older blonde had made initial contact with the insides of the girl’s thighs. Now Jan’s hands were lightly resting in the tween’s groins.
“I’m going to touch you now,” Jan announced as though sliding her hands up the lightly tanned thighs didn’t count.
The warning typical of a gyno exam slipped out of the nurse’s mouth almost u*********sly.
With the longest finger of her left hand she hooked Kim’s over folded right labial wing. Pulling it outward the heat and feel of the incredibly soft engorged flesh sent a pleasure rocket that exploded in the exploring woman’s crotch. She swallowed the little grunt that the detonation threatened to cause and began to retract the tween’s left inner lip in a similar fashion.
This one was different. It was already slick with the girl’s secretions. This time Jan couldn’t keep from moaning as the heady fragrance that had been almost undetectable intensified. She would not have been able to get enough traction on Kim’s left lip if the silky slimy wing hadn’t flipped outward all on its own. The incredible glass smoothness of the inner side was in stark contrast to the crinkly textured outer surface. The bright pinkness glistened wetly and Jan swallowed hard to get rid of the sudden increase in saliva that had flooded her mouth.
The tween’s head was spinning and she got very dizzy watching the woman she’d only just met pulling open her girlhood. The rush of sensations caused by the prying fingers resolved into something that felt like a knot right at the top of her crease. Kim knew that she was making a sound sort of like humming but it didn’t come from her lips, it came from her throat—no much deeper than that even.
Jan’s finger tips managed to pull the slippery soft flaps further apart. She spied the glob of milky clear juice trickling out of the tween’s vagina; just above that, the lima bean sized clitoral glans hand emerged from under its hood and was trying to stand up. Jan knew that if she retracted the prepuce a little more that it would probably stand straight out like a miniature penis. The older woman ground her aching pussy on the hard surface of the picnic bench mindless of the potential for slivers. She just had to get some relief from the enormous pressure that had built up.
“Your pussy is so beautiful,” Jan sighed.
Spurred by the compliment Kim let the volume on the humming sound that she’d been trying to suppress increase. The girl’s pleasure filled vocalization could not be misinterpreted. Jan lost control.
The angle was very poor so she swung her legs out from under the picnic table, spun around so that she was kneeing on the bench and wrapped her arms under the girl’s slim thighs. Looping her forearms back up over the top she ‘took the bull by the horns’ or in this case ‘the girl by the hips’. She pulled Kim’s pelvis toward her and pulled up and out on the plumpness of the tween’s mons with her fingers. Experience told her not to attack the erect half inch girl-cock immediately, much as she wanted to. She contented herself with lapping at the sweet pubescent nectar and exploring the wonderfully smooth hot inner recesses. Jan needed her powerful hold on the girl’s hips to keep the twitching jerking pelvis from escaping.
***
Kelly’s hand picked up speed. Her wrist and fingers had a mind all their own massaging the floppy wings of her steaming pussy. Dipping in to scoop up some of the thick lubricant her engorged vagina was secreting she smeared it on her throbbing clit and her body jerked in appreciation of the pleasure her wiggling hand created. She had all the visual stimulation she could want too.
The Latina had complied with her request to reveal her most private and secret place. Vickie parted the heavily fur covered outer lips to reveal her very diminutive thin pink inner ones. They couldn’t be called folds because they were small and short, only providing a bracket around the virginal opening that was oozing clear fluid. The tween with the luxurious long dark hair was staring at the older woman’s masturbating hand, and as if she were her shadow, tried to keep pace and match the auburn haired skinny-dipper’s blinding stroke speed.
Their eyes didn’t meet. Each was totally focused, visually, on the other’s blurred hand flying over their glistening coochies. They heard the soft grunts and groans and the sloppy wet sloshy sound their fingers were raising from their vulvas; they did not hear the spectator arrive.
Susan stood, still wearing just her little T shirt, at the opening to the tiny clearing in which the picnic table sat. The red haired tween watched her Hispanic friend, the one with the enormous bush, and the skinny-dipping stranger fingering themselves like crazy. Her own clam shell style cookie throbbed in harmony with the spectacle.
Putting her hand between her own legs wasn’t a conscious act by the second in command of the group, it was more a reflex. The intensely erotic scene on the picnic table top made her massage her squishy mons ever harder and faster while she squeezed her half tennis ball sized immature tit through her top.
***
Jan felt the wispy almost tickly sensation on her knees. It was like feathers touching the insides of her legs. Then she felt hands... very small hands pushing outward on her thighs. She did not resist in spite of the fact that she couldn’t really grasp what was going on down there.
The kneeling blonde felt those tiny hands sliding up her now widely spaced thighs. Little fingers were prying open her aching coochie. She just had to stop her licking and lapping on Kim’s delicious pussy to see what was going on. She applied her thumb to the moaning tween’s turgid clit for interim stimulation and raised her shoulders so she could look down.
The feathery tickle on the insides of her knees had been caused by the beach blonde hair that surrounded Linda’s head like a halo. Jan’s pragmatic brain was trying to figure out what kind of contortionist the group’s leader had to be to achieve the position she seemed to be in. She would have been amazed to know that the tween was even able to pleasure herself while in the impossible position.
The adolescent fingers pulling on her labia were making her clit throb harder. When the bossy acrobatic tween managed to insert her tongue between Jan’s flooded folds, all conscious thought was eclipsed. The tremendous wave of hot pleasure made her groan and return her attention to Kim’s meaty girlhood. The mind boggling feelings Linda’s lips and tongue generated robbed Jan of all self-control. She devoured the honey haired girl like a voracious a****l.
Kim felt the explosion in the low tummy like a balloon filled with hot water had burst. The heat spread and for a few seconds she marveled at the glorious sensation, then the orgasmic pulse arrived in her brain and completely took over everything.
Jan felt the tiny hips she was wrapped around tense briefly before they began to shake and twitch. With her partner soaring on the wings of her climax the older woman gave herself permission to let go. The ecstasy didn’t so much shoot as it rolled out from her core in every direction at once. The chemical brew that her limbic system released into her blood stream, more powerful ounce for ounce than heroin, transported the kneeling nurse to that much too temporary place of pure bliss.
Like a domino effect, the beach blonde felt the blonde skinny-dipping stranger begin the orgasmic jerking and it touched off her own climax.
Robbed of the impressive muscle control it took to maintain her position Linda slipped down until she was sitting on the sandy dirt with her shoulders up against the picnic table bench.
Jan’s state of bliss was fading and she realized for the first time how hard the wooden bench was on her knees. She swung her left leg over Linda’s head a plopped her tushy down on the bench; resting her back against the picnic table top.
Kim remained supine on the table top, and though she had started first, seemed to be taking the longest to come back from wherever it was she had been catapulted to.
The three of them bathed in the afterglow trying to stop making the contented little noises and to catch their breath.
***
In the picnic nook around the corner a similar scene was playing out.
Susan was first even though she’d started last. She felt her knees go weak and the wonderful pleasure that caused her to shudder and shake overwhelmed her. It was all she could do to keep from falling down.
When the two-some on the picnic table realized that they had an audience it might have dampened their arousal—it did the opposite. Seeing the red haired second in command achieve her release sent Vickie and Kelly over the edge as well.
Six post orgasmic females at the abandoned swimming hole were all having similar thoughts. Their thoughts centered on the fact that this incredible erotic experience had unfolded and come to fruition in less than an hour. It was so fast, so unexpected that, in the aftermath they each needed to do their own summary—recap—commit the event to treasured memory.
“Kim... Kimmy where are you,” the adult female voice calling from beyond the trees shocked all six of them back to the present like a cold bucket of water.
Well developed adolescent abdominals propelled Kim to a sitting position in a flash.
“Oh fuck... that’s my mom!” she announced.
Jan plummeted from her blissful high like a skydiver without a chute. She could see the ground rushing toward her at breathtaking speed. The mother of the k**, the i*****l p*****n she’d just performed cunniligus on was barely fifty feet away. The potential consequences flew into her head from every direction. Charges of pedophilia, sexual interference, contributing to the delinquency... her career would be over. What could she do?
Her clothes, all their clothes, were over on the little beach at the edge of the pond. From all she could tell right about where the woman was calling from. No solution... no hope... panic began to set in.
“Kim where are you?” the woman’s voice was sounding more urgent now—upset.
Kim’s mother found the girl’s clothes on the pond’s shoreline. It wasn’t the first time her daughter had gone down here skinny-dipping even though she’d been told not too. The honey haired girl’s mother was beginning to panic too.
‘Why can’t I see them... oh dear Jesus what if they all drown—‘
“Kim!” this time her daughters name came out as a gargley shriek.
Kelly sat on the picnic table beside her Hispanic masturbation buddy. Her terror was equal to Jan’s. She had no professional status to loose but the potential for permanently destroying her reputation was a horrifying and seemingly inevitable outcome.
‘How can you go from the height of ecstasy to this depth of despair in seconds.’
The rustling of the bushes indicated that Kim’s mother was moving toward them.
“Susan!” Linda barked.
Jan was amazed at the power the blonde leader was able to convey in saying her lieutenant’s name at subdued volume. It was just her name but it sounded like a command.
The red headed tween didn’t need to hear it twice. She scampered around the corner to where her leader was standing. Vickie didn’t even need her name called to know that she was expected to follow. Kelly decided it made no sense to stay there by herself, and fell in step behind Vickie.
“Take your tops off,” Linda commanded in a stage whisper.
Kelly went to Jan’s side and hugged her friend. Standing there naked the two skinny-dipping older women had pretty much resigned themselves to their awful fate. They watched in fascination as the tween’s all shed their tops in compliance with Linda’s command.
‘Maybe this is like a last meal for someone condemned to death,’ Jan thought as the four sets of adorable immature boobs came into view. The rustling was getting closer—maybe twenty feet away now.
“Kim!” the distraught sounding mother called out again.
The rustling stopped. The girl’s mother had paused to listen... straining to hear... praying for a reply.
Linda was glad for the time extension. She turned to Jan and Kelly.
“We’re going to sneak over there,” she pointed further up the overgrown path past the picnic tables.
“There’s a place where we can get in the water,” Linda explained; her steel blue eyes flashing like lasers. “Then we’re going to swim out and call to her—get her attention... she’ll have to go back to the beach to see out over the pond.”
Jan was beginning to understand the plan.
“The rest is up to you,” the beach blonde leader said.
She pushed up on her tip toes and kissed Jan squarely on the mouth. Her little tongue collided with the older blonde’s teeth and for the briefest instant Jan got the familiar taste of her own pussy juice. Then Linda was going down the nearly indistinguishable path she’d indicated.
Kim kissed Jan on the cheek and followed. Susan and Vickie kissed Kelly’s cheeks simultaneously.
“Come on... we’ve got to hurry,” they heard Linda bark, but they could no longer see her.
Seconds later the rustling started again—fifteen feet. Another few steps and the searching mother would be in the picnic clearing—soft splashing sounds.
“Mom... mom... I’m over here,” Kim’s voice echoed from beyond the trees somewhere out in the water.
“Kim!” this time her daughter’s name came out in a prolonged wail.
Heavy rustling now but it was moving away from Jan and Kelly. The other woman was headed back to the little beach as fast as she could go.
“We’ve got to get out of here,” Kelly whispered and headed up the brush covered embankment toward the car.
Jan was right on her heels. They came to the bush where they thrown their clothes and snatched them up hardly breaking stride. They didn’t quite have to expose themselves to the pond’s shore clearing, but if Kim’s mother had turned around she would surely have seen the two naked women scrambling up the over grown path.
“Kim haven’t I told you not to go swimming down here,” her mother said trying to sound stern but too relieved to really pull it off.
“I know mom but it was so hot and...” the honey haired girl tried to make excuses but realized that whatever trouble she was in for violating the ‘no swimming in the pond’ rule was a pittance compared to disobeying the ‘no letting perfect strangers eat you out’ rule.
“We have a swimming pool in the backyard... in case you hadn’t noticed.”
“I know but we can’t go skinny in the pool,” Kim countered.
“And you shouldn’t down here either... whose SUV is that in the old parking area?”
As if her words had woken the car up they heard the engine roar to life.
“A car! There was somebody else here?” Susan said with such conviction and shock in her voice that Linda had to bite her lip to keep from laughing out loud.
“Yeah and they were probably peeping at you girls naked,” Kim’s mother said hoping to shock the teenagers into obedience.
“Peeping! Oh my God,” Susan continued her Oscar worthy performance.
“Well you need to come home now... and I’d suggest you other girls get out too.”
From where they were treading water thirty feet from shore the tweens could see the plume of dust rising above the trees and knew their skinny-dipping older friends had made good their escape. They breathed a collective sigh of relief.
“Your friends can come too if they want,” Kim’s mother offered.
“Oh we want to cum,” Linda agreed and this time she did laugh out loud.
***
They hadn’t taken time to dress. Jan and Kelly jumped into the smoldering SUV burning their rumps on the hot seats. Going so slowly on the horribly rutted road was torture. They kept looking back to see if anyone was coming. A person in good shape could run faster than they were driving.
When they reached the better part of the road and were able to get up some speed Kelly and Jan both collapse against the seat backrests, looked at each other and started giggling like school girls; feeling like Thelma and Louise (at the beginning not at the end).
“Oh my God what a rush!” Kelly said enthusiastically.
“More than one,” Jan countered, stopping the car about a hundred yards from the paved state road; quite confident now that no one was in pursuit.
“We’ve got to put our tops on at least or we’ll get stopped,” Jan assured her traveling companion slipping her T over her head and adjusting her boobs into it.
Kelly copied her.
They were rolling again, naked below the waist. As they turned and headed for home Kelly said
“What did you do back there?” she saw the twinkle in Jan’s eye.
Kelly reached over, put her hand on Jan’s pussy and began to gently stroke. Jan put her hand between Kelly’s legs and returned the favor.
“If you tell me your story I’ll tell you mine,” the blonde driver offered feeling her red haired friend’s finger slip between her lower lips.
The ride home actually seemed too short.
THE END.
Louise
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