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The Lakeside Picnic
by Abe
As soon as she arrived at her host family's log home
in the mountains, Marie began to realize that
America was not at all as she had expected it would
be. She had been told that, as an exchange student,
her behavior must be beyond reproach. She must
take her lead from her host family. She must dress
as Americans dress, behave as they behave, and, of
course, follow the rules at the university in the fall.
She was told that all American girls wear brasiers,
and they certainly seemed to in the movies and TV she
had seen, so she had bought three before leaving for
America. But then Louise, her eldest host "sister"
told her no, there was no need to wear a bra. She
had brought pajamas and a night dress, not sure
which would be correct, but Arlene, the second
oldest, told her all three sisters slept naked, and she
should too. And then, as they were getting ready to
go to sleep, together in the "bunk room" loft of the
log house, they had insisted that Marie must shave
her legs and arm pits and pubic area. Louise had
helped, "down there", as Marie had never shaved
before. It was all very strange, here in America.
After breakfast, "Mom," suggested the girls
introduce Marie to horseback riding and said she
would make a picnic lunch for them, if they wanted
to go for a ride. "What should I wear?" asked
Marie. "Wear the jeans we bought at the mall
yesterday, and a T‑shirt, and sneakers, no socks."
"Sneakers?" "Canvas shoes, rubber soles?" "Oh,
yes. I got some at the same store where we got the
jeans." Binkie found her a straw hat and some sun
glasses, bright red cat‑eyed glasses that none of the
sisters would ever be seen in, but Marie assumed
they were stylish. When she was dressed, Marie
asked, "Do I look like a cowgirl?" Her three sisters
just laughed. Binkie snapped a picture and said,
"Marie, there's no such thing as a cowgirl, except in
old movies. Come on, let's get saddled up."
They departed, across the fields and into the woods,
in single file: Binkie, Louise, Marie, and Arlene.
Binkie, barely five feet tall and mounted on her
pony, went first, so as not to be left behind. Marie,
on old Yankee, was between the other two sisters
for safety's sake, though she was assured she had
only to sit there in the saddle; Yankee knew the
way. It was Marie's first time on a horse, and she
found it very exciting. Her legs were widespread by
the Western saddle, and the stiff, new jeans, she
discovered, had seams she could feel rubbing her
newly shaved vulva through her thin nylon panties.
The smells of the leather, and the horses, and the
pines, and the sort of dusty, hot smell of the grasses
and wild flowers all were new to her, a city girl. As
the horses began to climb, the ride got a bit jerkier,
and Marie held the saddle horn with both hands,
feeling more secure that way. However, even that
slight inclination forward increased the friction
between her legs. The horses were only walking, so
she couldn't ask to slow down, but it certainly was
distracting.
Once they were out of the brush and new growth,
where their jeans kept their legs from getting
scratched by branches, they rode through a pine
forest, warm and fragrant. Binkie stopped and
dismounted, tossing the reins over a branch so her
mount wouldn't wander while she peeled off her
clothes. Louise and Arlene did the same, putting
their clothes in the saddle bags. Marie awkwardly
dismounted. "I don't understand," she said. "Not
to worry. When in America, do as the Americans
do. We're going swimming when we get to the
lake. Leave your shoes on, though; you don't want
to cut your foot on something." Marie complied
and peeled off her shirt and jeans and panties. She
wasn't used to being nude outdoors, but there was
nobody to see but her host sisters. How big
America must be. Since waving to Mom, they
hadn't seen another human being or even a road or
a house. A jet plane, about five miles up, drew a
contrail across the sky, but otherwise they might
have been on the frontier, 200 years ago, Marie
thought.
The girls mounted up, Louise holding Yankee's
reins until Marie was seated, and then they went on,
climbing up and over a low ridge. The feel of
warm leather against the sensitive skin of her inner
thighs was a new and exciting sensation for Marie,
and when they were going downhill, the saddle
seemed to pull on Marie's newly naked labia, very
distracting. Soon all the girls were gleaming with
sweat. Marie noted how tanned her sisters were, all
over, while she felt so white. Finally, as they
pushed their way through trees and bushes, they
came out on the shore of a beautiful little lake, with
a nice grassy meadow to picnic. Louise helped
Marie to dismount, and they let the horses browse,
untethered. Binkie spread a blanket on the grass.
"Last one in is a rotten egg!" she yelled, and she ran
into the lake, lifting her knees high and splashing as
she ran. Louise and Arlene weren't far behind, and
the three of them cavorted, splashing each other and
laughing. Marie slowly waded into the chilly water.
She had never before gone swimming totally nude,
but the idea didn't bother her. She had friends who
had; they went to a school which had a bathing
pool. After all, if she could share a room with her
sisters, sleeping naked, there was no harm in
swimming naked with them. Marie grimaced as the
cold water covered her knees and giggled when the
chill reached her labia. She dove forward into the
water, to get wet all over, chilled all at once, instead
of the slow method. Regaining her feet, knees bent
so only her head was above water, she used one
hand to swish water between her legs, to clean and
cool herself after the sweaty saddle. She saw the
others were splashing each other and playing tag in
the shallower water.
"Come on," called Louise, "it's time to eat." Marie
was glad to get out of the water. Her nipples were
erect and she seemed covered with gooseflesh. Her
teeth chattered, and she imagined her lips were
blue. The other girls showed similar signs of being
chilled. "Do we have any towels?" asked Marie.
"No, we'll just lie on the blanket and let the sun dry
us." Marie found herself sandwiched between
Arlene and Louise, skin to skin, but it was warmer
that way. Binkie took a picture. Again, Marie
seemed so white, while her host sisters were tanned.
She realized they must often lie in the sun nude.
Soon it was time for lunch, and Marie was
introduced to two more novelties, peanut butter and
jelly sandwiches and cold American beer, which
had been iced in a cooler. They sat there knee to
knee, squeezed close to fit the four of them on the
blanket, naked but for their squishy shoes. Marie
could not help noting how each girl was different.
Binkie was short and sort of square, like a boy, with
breasts like conical piles of brown sand, topped by
pink nipples. Her girlish slit was just that, simply a
little crease in the swelling of her hairless labia, not
very different than Marie's. Arlene was as tall as
Marie, and a bit heavier, more curved. Her breasts
were quite large, like the round loaves of bread
Marie sometimes bought at a bakery back home.
Arlene's shaved outer labia were full and round, but
between them Marie could see the pink inner lips,
and a fold of skin like a little nose. Louise was tall,
nearly six feet, and lean, not as soft as Arlene. Her
breasts were distinct circles on her chest, like
halves of grapefruit, tipped with nipples the size of
a lipstick. Her stomach was taut and flat, as if it
were a tent, stretched between her hip bones. Her
shaved labia were likewise thin and flat, with a
ruffle of inner labia showing, and Marie noticed for
the first time a gleaming metal barbell piercing her
flesh. Marie couldn't help staring at it.
Louise said, "Marie, tell us about your boy friends.
When was the last time you had sex?" Marie did
not immediately answer. "Come on. We're all
sisters now, for the next year. No secrets. What's
your favorite position for sex?"
"Uh, I'm Catholic, you know. I promised I would
save myself for marriage, so ‑‑‑ so I have never had
sex with a boy." "With a girl, then?" "No! No. I'm
a virgin. I know that sounds strange. Europeans
are supposed to be so sexually liberal, but I
promised." "You masturbate, though." "I'm sorry,
I do not understand." "You play with yourself,
touch yourself down there." "No. No. I don't do
that." "You are in America. You'll have to learn.
It's not like real sex. You can still say you are a
virgin." "No, no, I don't think I should." Louise,
who was knee to knee with Marie, reached for
Marie's exposed cunt.
Marie instinctively pulled back and clapped her
knees together, with the result that she fell
backward off the blanket. "Ow," squealed Marie,
trying to get to her feet, "There are sharp things
growing in the grass." "Look, there's a cloud
shaped just like the map of Florida," said Arlene,
pointing. As Marie turned to look, Louise grabbed
her from behind and held her arms pinned to her
side. Binkie, unbidden, went to Yankee's saddle
bag and found some leather straps. The girls bound
Marie's wrists together in front of her. "What are
you doing?" said Marie, startled and unable to
resist. "We're going to initiate you into the
sisterhood."
They hustled Marie back into the pines and put her
on her back on a bed of pine needles. They brought
her bound hands over her head and tied the strap to
a tree. Each ankle was tied to a tree, so Marie was
stretched out in a Y shape, her legs widespread.
Louise wadded up the blanket and pushed it under
Marie's bottom, so her vulva was raised and
exposed. "Please, why are you doing this?" "This
is America. It has to be done. You came here to
broaden your education. Here's an essential
lesson."
"Me first," said Binkie. She got down on her knees
between Marie's legs and started to lick Marie's
newly shaven labia. When Marie squirmed and
tried to move her hips, Arlene squatted over her and
held her down. Marie was overcome. She was
helpless, looking up at Arlene's anus and vulva,
while Binkie caused the strangest feelings down
there. She felt Binkie's fingers parting the labia
and Binkie sucked... oh, Jesus and Mary, what was
happening? Marie's nipples hardened, and Louise
started playing with them and squeezing Marie's
breasts. Marie was overcome by sensation. It
seemed as if electric signals were coursing up and
down between her breasts and her bottom. She
broke into a sweat, as waves of excitement
rebounded in her pelvis, and then...."Oh, God! Oh, I
never... oh, oh, ahhh!"
As Marie regained her senses, she realized that
Arlene had taken Binkie's place, while Binkie sat
on the pine needles and fingered herself between
her legs. Arlene applied her tongue where Marie
was most sensitive. Louise knelt over Marie with
her bottom brushing Marie's breasts and her knees
either side of Marie's ears. Slowly, Louise adjusted
her position, so she was almost sitting on Marie's
face. "You see that metal stud?" "Yes." "Take it in
your mouth and then rub your tongue just below it."
Marie had a few seconds to see Louise close‑up, as
Louise held her labia apart. She saw that fold of
flesh, half the length of Louise's vulva, it seemed,
with the bar bell gleaming. And then Louise's wet
vulva covered Marie's mouth, and the bar bell slid
below her front teeth. Her tongue explored the
inner labia and the little bud at their juncture, below
the metal stud. She was aware of a subtle
taste/smell, nothing strong, as all the girls were
freshly rinsed in the lake. From there on, Marie
was going by instinct, not sure what she was doing,
because that marching band in her pelvis was
building up to a climax. It blew her mind, a kind of
out‑of‑body experience, seeing stars. And when she
recovered, Louise was gone, and Marie's face was
wet. Arlene took a moment to lick and suck
Marie's nipples, so sensitive! ‑‑‑ and then she
took Louise's place, presenting her pinkness to
Marie's tongue, while Louise began by licking the
insides of Marie's outstretched thighs. Soon all
was a blur. Marie was aware of Arlene yelling,
"Suck it!", but the explosions in her belly
overwhelmed her consciousness. The next she
knew, the girls were untying her. As she started to
get up, Binkie called out, "No you don't. Don't
forget me." Binkie plopped her bottom on the
blanket and spread her knees. Now it was Marie's
turn to kneel and lick. With her hands free, she
used her fingers to open Binkie's little cleft and
explore. Toward the back, she found the opening to
the vagina, closed of course. With her index finger
she gently probed and slipped in to her second
knuckle. "Fuck me with it," whispered Binkie.
Marie pushed in further and moved her finger in a
sort of orbit. "Oh, that's nice. Palm up, and press
up against my pubic bone." Marie found a patch of
membranes that felt wrinkled, and she rubbed it.
"Oh, that's it! You've hit my G‑spot. Don't stop,
but suck my clit, too." Marie could see the little
pink pencil eraser peeping out, and she sucked it
between her pursed lips. "Oh, oh, don't stop! Oh!"
Binkie bucked her hips and writhed with her
climax, while Louise and Arlene looked on and
giggled.
"Now you are truly our sister," announced Louise.
"Did you learn anything new?" "Oh, yes. Quite a
lot." "Don't forget it. We go riding almost every
day, in the summer." The girls went back to the
lakeside and mounted up, still naked but for their
shoes. Louise dug in her saddle bag and pulled out
four golf balls. "We have a little game we play.
Once we start riding, you can't touch the ball with
your hands. The first one to lose her ball does the
dishes tonight." Louise gave a ball to Binkie and
Arlene and pushed her ball between her legs. The
last ball was Marie's. Louise rode up beside her
and reached over to push the ball between Marie's
outer labia, pushing it back as far as it would go.
Marie found it pressing, stretching, the vestibule of
her vagina, but it was too big to enter her virginal
sheath. She had to straighten her legs and hold onto
the saddle horn to keep the pressure from tearing
her hymen. As they moved out, single file, the
sensations were more than Marie could handle,
especially when Binkie yelled, "Hayahh!" and
broke into a canter, with Yankee cantering after.
Marie held onto the saddle horn and screamed, until
at last she fell off into the pine needles. The other
girls gathered around her fallen form. "All right?"
asked Louise. "Yes, I think so." Marie positively
glowed, blushing, with her nipples erect and her
breasts heaving as she breathed heavily. "Where's
your ball?" Marie shook her head. "Here's mine,"
said Binkie, rising in her stirrups and producing her
glistening ball. Arlene did the same, as did Louise.
"Well, Marie, I guess you do the dishes."
When they rode up to the log house, having dressed
in the woods, Mom greeted them. "Marie, how was
it?" "Fun." "Are you learning how to ride?" "I
think so, Mom. I'll need a lot of practice, though."
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