Chapter One: The Very Beginnings

 

 

 

Girl Scout summer camp somewhere in the Midwest; three fourteen year girls are gathered behind the boat house, smoking. My two friends and I were talking about boys & sex (what else). Amy Ann was regaling us with stories of passionate kissing and touching while, Elsa and I became more and more excited at the erotic images formed by her words. She, herself, was becoming flushed in the telling, and Elsa and I watched as her hand snaked down between her tanned legs and nestled at her sex. Her fingers worked the coarse fabric of her shorts aside, rapidly followed by the crotch of the white cotton panties. We could not take our eyes away as she began to massage her peach fuzz covered pussy. As she talked she ran her fingers along the slit, and pulled them away, damp with moisture. With a charming, innocent smile, she lifted them to her lips and sucked them with her pouty full lips. I suppose the shocked look on Elsa's and my faces provoked her challenging response.

 

"What?  You mean you have NEVER put your fingers in it pretending?" Our blank looks were answer enough. "Oh come ON!  Get with it girls. You know that the boys all want it. So, how are you going to know what to do with it if you don't do SOME self-exploration?"

 

As Amy Ann continued to masturbate herself, Elsa and I looked at each other and with an embarrassed shrug began to follow Amy Ann's lead. She taught us how to manipulate our virginal pussies to draw the maximum pleasure from our task. Oh God!  It felt so good!  I could never have imagined the pleasure that what up until this moment had only served as a piss orifice, could give. My lithe tanned body began to shake as I rapidly massaged my hard clit, and I felt a strange pressure building in my wet virgin pussy. Suddenly, a stream of fluid burst from the confines of my tight little hole and soaked my shorts.

 

"God, K did you just piss yourself?" Elsa inquired. 

Amy Ann shrieked in delight and surprise. "Why K, you're a squirter!"

Laughingly, Amy Ann explained the mysterious and secret effects of orgasm. It was a more knowledgeable and tight knit group who walked away from the boat house that late summer afternoon.

            Back at home, I resumed my daily routine at the Catholic Girls School which I attended along with my two new best friends. Over the next few months I continued the exploration of my genitals with a passionate fervor, examining and probing, tasting, sniffing. I licked my finger and put it into my wet pussy. I put it in my warm ass and I tasted the juices deposited there. More fingers inserted. More, until I was fucking both holes with four wet, tasty fingers and becoming intrigued and proud of the juices my manipulations triggered.

            When I turned fifteen my parents allowed me to date the boys who had been sniffing around our house that summer like hungry wolves. Nice Catholic boys could be trusted to protect the virginity of their daughter. Ha! Not one of the boys, I went to a movie, dance, picnic, swimming, or anywhere else with, did not try to feel my budding breasts or work a hand up my leg. But after slapping many hands from their intended targets, I finally found my first real boyfriend. He was one of two sets of identical twins who lived down the tree lined street. Dennis and his brother Patrick had been my playmates since birth, their older (by 1 year) twin brothers Shaun and Michael also were part of the group as was Amy Ann who partnered that summer with the older twin Shaun as I found the shy Patrick to be the boy of my choosing. The twins were always fooling us pretending to be the brother or the brothers pretending to be our boyfriends.

            Amy Ann and I would often double date with the boys. We would meet them secretly at designated locations, being dropped off by our parents to spend the days or evenings together, and sneak away to rendezvous with the boys. We would allow Shaun and Patrick the standard liberties. They felt our blossoming breasts and teased the hard nipples with their tongues and fingers, while we curled warm hands around their ridiculously hard cocks. We let them touch and finger our holes and squirmed our delight when they found our pleasure buttons.

         The first time Patrick came in my hand, he turned away quickly, shocked and embarrassed by his release. I however, raised the sticky, milky fluid to my eyes and examined it closely. The pearly color was beautiful. I moved its soft silky liquidity to my lips and dabbed a bit on their smooth reddened surface. Then I licked the taste from them with my wet pink tongue. 'Hmmmmm.' As Amy Ann and Shaun watched, I began to lap the precious fluid and suck my cum covered fingers, licking my soiled hand, slurping the warm salty fluid into my mouth. Yum!  It tasted and felt like ambrosia to me and I was instantly addicted. When Shaun released his load into Amy Ann's attentive hand, l lowered my mouth to his still spurting cock and drank his cum as it sprang from the engorged purple head. OH, I do so love, the feel of it splashing its way into my hungry mouth.

            On a September evening, long after the events above, Amy Ann, Shaun, Patrick and I were spending an Indian summer at a secluded picnic spot near the river outside of town. Blankets were spread under large spreading oak trees that lined its banks, and as the sun set, the boys drifted off to gather wood for the evening's fire. A semi clothed Amy Ann rolled to face me on the rumpled blanket. She looked deep into my clear blue eyes and brought her soft hand to my cheek. Our faces were so close together I could feel the warmth of her breath on my lips as she could feel mine on hers. I ran my lowered eyes down the length of her naked breasts to the skirt hiked up around her waist, to the panty less nakedness of her sex and down her long slim legs to her bare feet, and thought how I wished I were as perfect. Her breasts were considerably larger than mine, with fat rouge nipples and puffy areoles.

I dropped my head to the irresistible mounds and began to tongue them. The round nipples stood at attention as I began to softly suckle on them and Amy Ann arched her back to greet my playfulness. I lifted them and felt their fullness, their heavenly womanly weight, as I ran my thumb around the ever hardening and erect nipples. She lifted my head and took my face between her hands and began to kiss me full and hard and demanding. I opened my mouth and our tongues intertwined in circles of building passion. Her naked nipples rubbed against mine, popping out of the open front of my white short sleeved blouse as a sheen of sweat broke to the surface of our writhing bodies.

Amy Ann broke the kiss and put one hand on the top of my head, offered the other to my lips, and began to slide it down her body. I felt my naked breasts trailing down, around the underside of her mounds. My hard excited nipples tickled their way down her tight muscled belly and scraped along the cloth of her rumpled skirt. Lower still they drifted, as the hard nubs scrolled down Amy Ann's thighs   My head arched out into the dampness of her sex, and I began to lick. On all fours and naked ass in the air, head buried deep in the wet fragrant depths of Amy Ann's demanding pussy, her hand on the back of my head as she squirmed her sex into my wet mouth and voices approaching from behind.