From agate!spool.mu.edu!newspump.wustl.edu!news.ecn.bgu.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!Germany.EU.net!zib-berlin.de!fub!sauveur!nienor!nienor!not-for-mail Thu Sep 21 09:26:57 1995 Path: agate!spool.mu.edu!newspump.wustl.edu!news.ecn.bgu.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!Germany.EU.net!zib-berlin.de!fub!sauveur!nienor!nienor!not-for-mail Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.tg Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Testsite Lines: 120 Message-ID: 43ndo1$9bp@nienor.IN-Berlin.DE NNTP-Posting-Host: nienor.in-berlin.de X-Newsreader: NN version 6.5.0 #13 (NOV) Xref: agate alt.sex.stories:100246 alt.sex.stories.tg:653
Hi.
Two girls just shared EVERYTHING and this means alos theeir rather unusual cousin.
As ever I DIDN'T write this story and haven't any claim on it. If you have some usefull hints or some good coments, your mail is then welcome. Flames, you know, they will be piped to /dev/null.
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Buried in Girl
Donna stepped out of the pool of petticoats at her feet and stood before her cousin and her girlfriend, Betty, stripped to her bra, panties, garter-belt, nylons and heels. It was very familiar to Joanne, but Betty could never keep her eyes off the thick girl-cock in Donna's sheer panties. Donna approached the girls as they sat side by side still fully dressed on the edge of Betty's bed.
Donna looked and felt like a shy virgin, undressing for her lover for the very first time. But it wasn't the first time... for any of them. It just seemed that way. The reverence that the highschool girls held for one another and for their mutual physical attraction had that characteristically feminine quality of slowly mounting lust. That appreciation for each step on path that was the long way around on the route to gratification. Donna's moist, red lips were parted, her lower lip almost trembling, her whole body grown taut and supersensitized as though being touched and caressed only by her lovers' eyes.
Then she was being touched and her breath drew it quickly, startled at her own sensitivity. Betty's fingers feather-touched their way down Donna's side from just below her bra, noticing the smooth, hour-glass curving sweep from her ribs to her garter-belt encircled waist to the swell of her panty-covered hip and down along the outside of her thigh and onto her stocking-top. Donna shivered and Joanne squeezed the long slender fingers of her other hand, sharing knowledge of what her loving cousin must be feeling as her girlfriend caressed her. Donna's girl-cock stirred within her sheer panties and erected more fully without being touched. Both girls couldn't help but watch its progress but restrained themselves from touching it.
Watching it, Joanne began to unbutton her sweater. She never took her eyes off the slowly swelling erection, but she knew Donna would be watching her bra and breasts come into view. And she knew that showing herself to Donna would arouse her even further. Betty took Donna's hand as Joanne released the other, as though they had to have some contact to believe all this love was real. She watched the cousins and when Joanne was naked to the waist except for her pretty pink bra, they both finally looked up from Donna's even fuller, but not fully erect girl-cock and into Donna's deeply serious appreciative eyes. A few moments later, Betty repeated the process, for Donna to watch, unbuttoning her blouse and revealing her breasts and nipples nestled in her sheer lace-cup white underwire bra.
Donna's pussy-prick was now turgid and stretching her panties, a moist spot appearing at the tip of her feminized penis. The girls' nipples were likewise stiff and thick and their panties wet with readying lubrication. Yet not an intimately placed touch or even a kiss had passed between them.
Joanne took Betty's hand and guided it to the front of Donna's panties and touched her girlfriend's fingers to the thin nylon covering the underside of the head of her cousin's near full erection. Donna cried out with soft little whimpers of pleasure, her breath ragged.
Betty reached for the elastic waistband of Donna's panties and with another startled, quick breath from Donna she began to slowly pull them down. She studiously avoided touching the rampent lady-pleaser as it sprung free and bobbed before their eyes. Donna was weak-kneed and needed support from both girls to step out of her panties. Betty picked up the whisp of sheer nylon brief panties still warm with Donna's bodyheat and inhaled them and sought out the wet spot in their front and licked it, smearling the pale pink nylon with her red lipstick. Holding the panties by their wet spot in her lips, she half rose from her seat on the bed, reached under her full skirts and petticoats and deftly removed her own sheer nylon bikini panties in one graceful sweep. She turned them inside out and with two fingers pushed the soaking pantycrotch into Donna's mouth to taste and suck.
Joanne took off her panties, like Betty revealing nothing as she did so but a plethora of petticoat hems. Like Donna she wore brief-cut sheer Vanity Fair panties. She held them up for Donna to sniff, then for Betty to do the same. Then she drapped them over Donna's fully erect pussy-prick as though it were a clothes line. She let them dangle there for a moment then Betty grasped the thick shaft wrapped in her cousin's panties and began to masturbate her. Donna thought she would faint of pleasure and her knees buckled.
They lay Donna on the bed and mounted her. Betty on her upthrust girl-cock, Donna on her face. They spread their full circle-skirts and petticoats out about them facing one another and kissed and fondled one another's bra-covered breasts. Donna had completely disappeared from view. She was entirly buried in girl! Impaled and smoothered in pussy!
When Betty's mother stuck her head in the door to see how the girls were doing, she didn't even know she was witnessing a fucking. She saw two girls sitting on the bed facing one another. They had their skirts on, but their blouses and sweaters off and Betty's bra was in her lap. Joanne was unhooking her bra and Betty slipping Joanne's bra-straps down off her shoulders to help her remove it. Betty simply said, "Hi Mom. We were just going to try on each other's bras. Isn't this pink bra of Joanne's pretty?"
Mom paid no attention to the heap of Donna's clothes on the floor. Betty's room was never completely picked up anyway. "You girls!" Betty's mother said in semi-moch exaspiration. "You share EVERYTHING! Don't you?"
It sounded to Betty's mother like there were three girls bursting into laughter at that astute parental observation; one a sort of muffled echo. But Betty managed to talk through her laughter, "Yes, Mom!" She could barely get the thought out that Joanne knew she was going to say. "We share abosolutely EVERYTHING!" and the girls regaled in hysteria. Betty's mom just shook her head and closed the door, smiling at their fun but wondering why she didn't always get it. After all, she had been a teenage girl once, too. It wasn't that long ago. Was it?
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