The Nudists 7 by Olivia Palmer
(fg, oral, anal)
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Eventually we did run water in the tub. It mixed with our combined pee, slowly filling to our boobies and warming us back up. Halfway through, I added some bubbles, and then we started handing the soap and the washcloth back and forth, just taking a normal bath. In our diluted piss.
I washed Annabeth's broad, strong back, running my hands around her sides and giggling as I squeezed her small puffy titties. She raised her arms over her head and let me soap up her hairy armpits. That also separated the creases where her slightly flabby sides usually folded skin-over-skin. I ran my fingers through those sensitive grooves, relishing the sensation of the fine grit being pushed out by my gentle, soapy touch.
Annabeth sighed as my hands reached forward, as my butt scooted forward, too. I pushed my pelvis against her backside and wrapped my long skinny legs around her waist. I leaned into her back and reached around, scrubbing lightly from her collarbones to her nipples, all while kissing on her wet, trembling shoulders. My fingers ran under her little boobies, ran through the folds in her belly. I got her good and clean!
I finished with my hands full of Annabeth's titties, my slippery grip massaging her slowly, my thumbs working at the tops of her nipples as my fingers cupped the rest of her modest titflesh from underneath. My friend lowered her arms and put her hands over mine. Leaned even harder back into me. I turned my face and buried my nose in her damp, thick, curly brown hair. I could still smell my mother's juice on her. And my pee. And her sweat.
We stayed like that for a long time, and then it was my turn!
Annabeth's slightly chubby tummy pressed into my back. Her strong, firm, round arms folded around me. I leaned back into her and closed my eyes. I savored every slow, sensuous second of her washing me. Her fingers worked over my skin with a sensitivity I'd never felt from her before. She slipped her hands over my trembling pink flesh in the soft caress of a lover. I wasn't just her naughty playtime friend anymore. I wasn't just a girl she liked to mess around with.
I felt so much more special than that! Like I was her treasure. Like I was her love.
"Thank you," I found myself whispering, my eyes closed, my heart pounding.
"Mmmmmm..." was all Annabeth cared to reply. She was too busy. Her face was buried in my wet, scraggly, strawberry-blonde hair. She snuffled all the way down to my neck, kissing my pee-slicked skin. Her teeth nibbled on me a little, and I giggled and cringed.
When her fingers finally reached down and found my slit, I was more than ready. She thrummed and strummed my hard little button underneath the water with tender, firm strokes. She slid her fingers down and around and all over my little pussy with a knowing, perfect amount of pressure, rhythm, and pause. It didn't take long before I was gasping, moaning, and whispering it again – "Thank you... oh God, thank you...."
Our gentle splashing love echoed all around the little bathroom. I shook all over and let Annabeth take me to heaven and back.
In a daze we helped each other to stand, and I watched as my friend flipped the drain open and turned on the shower. We washed our hair, taking turns under the steamy water, and then I stumbled out first, grabbing for towels, and we dried each other off.
By the time we emerged from the bathroom, it was well past lunchtime, early afternoon. I led Annabeth into my room and showed her all around my little territory. Unlike Annabeth's domain, which was plastered with pop culture icons, my posters were of Chris Evert and Martina Navratilova and Bjorn Borg. I had followed my mommy's passions and had been playing tennis since back as far as I could remember. Her recent pregnancies and maternity leave had been a setback for my budding junior career – because the club where she worked only approved of me playing when Mommy was working, because we couldn't afford the membership and training fees otherwise – but I hoped that eventually we'd both be back on the courts.
As my friend turned here and there, looking it all over, I eyed the rumpled sheets of my bed, which was in the far corner of my room, up against the wall. I blushed all over when I found myself staring at the pillow that lay on top of my mommy's crusty panties.
Should I reveal them to Annabeth?
Part of me was eager to show off, and I could feel my little pussy clench and begin to swell yet again with arousal. It would be so nice to sniff and taste that stiff wad of dirty, used-up old cotton, passing it back and forth with my friend and watching each other get high on my mommy's amazing aroma.
But a bigger part of me was suddenly jealous. Annabeth had licked my mommy's pussy! Annabeth had been drenched by my mommy's amazing squirts! But... I had Mommy's ripe, rauncy panties, and I deserved to enjoy them all by myself!!
So I decided to leave the panties hidden. While Annabeth stood at my dresser admiring the Star Wars action figures I had arranged on top – all six versions of Princess Leia that I'd been able to collect so far – I sat on the bed, next to the pillow, and quickly whipped out my mommy's underwear and stuffed it down between my mattress and the wall. There was no way Annabeth would know they existed.
Satisfied that my prize was safely hidden, I collected myself and studied my friend's sexy, strong legs and butt as she picked up my Leias, one by one, and looked them all over. She was clean and pink and fresh, her hair still a little damp, the dimples at the top of her ass deep and delicious-looking. I leaned back and put my shoulders against the wall, letting my feet dangle off the side of the bed, my knees apart, my legs spread enticingly.
I hoped Annabeth would like what she'd see when she turned back around.
My mind wandered, and I reached down to secretly run my fingers over the crumpled, crusty panties I'd just hidden. In an instant I began to feel deeply ashamed at the surge of envy that had just come over me, the jealousy that had made me hide them in the first place. My hand jerked away from my prize, jolted by guilt. Yet I found myself sniffing at my fingers anyway, still gazing in a trance at Annabeth's adorable cuddly body. I trembled all over, puzzled and a tad troubled – and still somehow dizzy with lust at the same time.
In the bathtub I'd been in love! In Annabeth's arms I'd felt happier than I'd ever felt in my whole little life! How could I flip like that? What was wrong with me? Was I crazy? Was I under some sort of perverted spell? How could my mommy's dirty, nasty, wonderful panties be that important? How could wanting to taste Mommy's pussy and asshole and armpits and feet and... and... everything... how could that make me feel such mean things in my heart all of a sudden?
But that was how I felt about it. I knew there was no way I'd get those panties out! No way!!
So there I lay, lazily sliding a finger up and down in my moistening slit, once again, and I just couldn't figure it all out. I was in a maze of feelings with the lights all turned off and the floor falling out from under me.
I wanted to feel good. I wanted to make Annabeth feel good. I wanted my mommy to burst through my bedroom door and bury her face in my little pussy. I wanted her to squat over me and grind her hairy blonde bush against my mouth until my lips bruised and my tongue ached. I wanted Annabeth to pee on us. I wanted Mommy's squirt running down my throat, blasting up my nose, and drenching my pretty hair.
I wanted it all. I wanted it badly!
With a shudder, I moaned and arched my back, curling my toes. I was already on the edge of another amazing moment. Annabeth turned to me with an action figure in her hand, her head cocked to one side, staring intensely at my strumming fingers. She dropped Princess Leia and knelt on the floor between my knees, her face level with my needy pussy. She reached out and stopped my fluttering hand.
"Lift your feet," she muttered. "I want to try something."
Flustered, gasping, I nevertheless did what I was told. I raised my feet high in the air. Annabeth's strong fingers spread my pussy open. I was hunched a little uncomfortably with my head and shoulders crammed against the wall, but it did give me a good view of what was going on down around my excited crotch. Annabeth was leaning closer. And closer.
And then she licked me!
"Oh..." I moaned. "OH!!"
I could feel my own slippery syrup and my friend's saliva running down out of my pussy and over my twitching butthole. She slurped and sucked and nibbled on me with exquisite skill. In a building haze of lust I found myself amazed at how much of a true pussy-eating expert Annabeth seemed to be. No wonder my mommy had said all those filthy things and fucked herself so hard against my friend's face.
Oh my GOD, Annabeth's tongue was incredible!
Sensations quivered, then rattled, then thundered all through me. Liquid heat spread in waves from my pussy outward, and I felt myself shaking, completely out of all physical control. My pussy throbbed and clenched in time with Annabeth's mouth. I was going stiff, then soft, then stiff, then soft – my whole body at the mercy of my pussy's intense response.
And then I let loose. I squirted – hiss!-hiss!-hiss! – and Annabeth's mouth clamped over my little cunt to catch it. Her hands gripped my hips and held me tight, her face glued to my spasming, spurting little joy-hole. She couldn't swallow fast enough, and the seal was broken at the corners of her mouth. My juice sprayed out against my inner thighs, splattering on the sheets and wetting her curls that had fallen all around her face.
I couldn't stop staring at what she was doing to me, and it felt like I'd never stop coming!
Suddenly I realized all the noise I was making. "Ooohhhhh! OOOOOHHHHHHH!!!" My voice kept calling out, my throat half-hoarse, my needy, horny, helpless situation plain to hear throughout the whole house! I knew I was being loud, way too loud, but there was no way I could stop it. I was going to wake the babies and get in so much trouble!
Finally, though, I collapsed heavily into the depths of the mattress. My knees sank back toward my heaving, sweating chest, and I lay there like a dizzy little bug on its back, trying to recover. My hands were up under my knees, my calves folded over my fingers, and I kept that position as I indelicately fought to catch my breath.
Annabeth's face was still very close to my crotch. Her tongue teased my butthole. I twitched, then giggled.
"Uh," I murmured nervously, my voice trembling, "I don't know if I can handle that right now...."
She ignored me and kept licking my anus. Tickling it with her tongue. Probing. Wiggling. I could only lay there murmuring, "Uh... uh... uh..." over and over again, as helpless as a rag doll. I realized I was twitching, squirming, panting in time with her mouth's taste-muscle on my supple little rosebud.
Annabeth growled a little, feeling me move in rhythm with her, and slurped even harder on my sensitive, wonderful, new-best-friend body part. Her tongue stiffened and entered my butthole. She pushed through my anal ring, the muscle slowly relaxing, my body giving in, my mind spinning, swirling, drifting away again....
Then, in one easy motion, one firm push, Annabeth slid a finger into my vagina. All the way, all at once!
"Eeeeee!" I squealed, then, "Oooofff!!" and my entire body wiggled in response to the sudden, stiff intrusion.
It was so tight down there! I wasn't sure I liked it at all. The opening of my hole was stretched almost to the breaking point, the think skin protecting me felt like it could tear with just one more tiny bit of pressure.
"Oh God," I panted, "Annabeth, please... that feels... so weird... it... it... kinda hurts...."
But it didn't. Not really. I was just terrified that it would – and soon! And I guess Annabeth had figured me out, because she didn't stop what she was doing. Not at all. She held her finger still inside me, as deep as possible, and I slowly started getting used to it. Her face continued working hard on my bottom. Her tongue kept drilling my butthole.
And then her finger began to move.
To slide.
A little out.
A little in.
The tight skin at the mouth of my entrance was slick with my juicy need, so my nerves soon began to ease a bit. Even though my friend's finger felt as big as a whole hand inside me, I soon started rocking a little against it. Both my holes, oh God, they felt amazing! I began to float on new waves of warm, naughty bliss.
Then she pulled her face away from my butt. Pulled her tongue out of my loose little pucker. She frowned with concentration and studied my pussy up close, slowly turning her hand, rotating it until her palm was facing up.
She bent her finger. Just a little bit.
She pressed up. Just a little bit.
She scraped her fingertip gently inside me, at the top, front-ish end of my love hole. I gasped at the sudden urges her tender, probing finger began to unleash within me. There was a spot. An amazing, magical little spot inside of me. Right... THERE! What was that?! Oh FUCK! OH FUCKING FUCK!!!
"Uuunngggghhhh!!!!!!!" I grunted. Sweat popped out all over my body. I bucked my hips and drooled on myself.
Her finger. OH. YES. Her finger kept pulling, poking, prodding That Spot!!
"Aaaahhhhhh!" I howled.
Then, "Oohhhh... Ooooooohhhhhhh GOD!!"
I jerked crazily against her finger, and I came again, spurting and squirting and splattering Annabeth's face and hair and naked puffy boobies – and getting it all over my carpet, too! She kept her finger moving, driving me crazy, making my little butt bounce all over the place as I lost complete control of myself. It wasn't until my squirts ran dry that she stopped. And by then I was crying. Tears poured down my cheeks. It was the most intense, wonderful pleasure I'd ever felt in my life.
If pleasure could be torture but could be heaven but could be hell, that's what I'd just been through.
Somehow I didn't rip. The tender thin skin of my happy little pussy remained intact, tight around my friend's strong, thick finger. I couldn't help but heave a giant sigh of relief when she finally leaned away and slowly pulled out of my pulsing vagina. She knelt close and studied my face, licking her lips, clearly relishing the flavor of my butthole and my squirt.
Then she stuck her finger in her mouth and sucked on it. She closed her eyes and moaned. Lying there exhausted, still with my feet hiked up, my legs spread, holding onto the backs of my knees for dear life and trying to catch my breath, I felt myself flush all over, both embarrassed and proud at the same time.
Annabeth liked how I tasted!
Annabeth was amazing!
We sat on my bed, still naked. My fluids had dried into barely-noticeable little crusted bits on my friend's soft pink skin. Annabeth had all six of my Princess Leias on the sheets between us, lying side-by-side in a row like a bunch of action figure sleeping beauties, staring up at us with their lifeless painted little eyes. My friend randomly ran a hand over her puffy breasts and stiff tiny nipples while her other hand trailed sensitive fingers back and forth over every curve, crease, and joint of my favorite figurines.
I sat cross-legged with my back against the wall, one hand cupped over the other, both pressed snugly against my happy, slightly sore, still moist and leaky puss. My groin ached. It felt like my legs were still spread as wide as I could get them, like Annabeth's head was still down there and I was opening myself urgently for her. It felt like her finger was still inside me.
I felt open. I felt fucked.
I wondered if I'd walk funny from now on.
"I really gotta go," Annabeth declared. She picked up Hoth Leia and laid her face-down on top of Bespin Leia, making kissy-kissy silently with her mouth as she softly knocked their two plastic heads together. Then she flipped Hoth Leia around and they were kissing crotches.
I watched and pushed a little harder against myself.
"What?" I finally asked. "Where? You mean you need to go home? Already?"
"No, silly-face," she grunted, reaching out and lightly flicking the tip of my nose.
"Well," she went on, "yeah. Maybe."
Then she picked up New Hope Leia in her pretty white gown and set her to kissing on Secret Plans Leia in her more basic but still sexy white jumpsuit-dress-cloak thingie.
"I gotta doo-doo," Annabeth muttered, flipping New Hope Leia around to start working on the little white plastic crotch beneath her pink plastic lips.
I blinked for a second, trying to figure it out. "Doo-doo?" I finally asked, giving up.
Annabeth frowned and cocked her head, looking at me as I'd suddenly grown a big wart on my face or something. The she shrugged and looked back down at my horny action figures.
"Poop," she said. "You know, shit. Crap. Turdles."
OH. "OK," I quickly chirped. "I get it."
I also got seriously wet in an instant, all over again! The memory of her turd against my fingertip, in fact, had just been drifting in and out of focus in my fevered mind – along with every other incredible moment of the day so far – as I'd sat there in my daze, slowly recovering. Now I gave that memory every ounce of my breathless concentration.
I'd loved that feeling of her firm slippery poop. It had felt so... so... naughty and nasty... but so FUN when my finger had traced around and around its fat end as it struggled to loosen itself from the grip of her warm, snug rectum. Annabeth had tried with all her might to keep it in, and she'd finally won the battle. I'd only gotten a thin rind of brown around my fingernail to show for it – and that had barely even smelled. It hadn't even tasted like anything, really, when I'd quickly snuck the finger into my mouth.
Part of me had been disappointed. Another part of me had been disgusted at myself for getting so excited about it. And the biggest, wettest, hottest, craziest part of me was now wishing I could do it all over again. But maybe just a little more, just a little better, next time.
I wasn't sure what I even wanted to happen, exactly. I didn't know if I was really gross and weird or if every girl my age thought about things like that. With Annabeth (and now maybe even my mommy, too!) what was "normal" seemed to be changing with every new second.
So I cleared my throat and dipped my head to stare at Annabeth's strong fingers so deftly turning my Leias into permanently erotic objects in my mind.
I whispered.
It was out before I even knew I was thinking it. Like my mouth was connected to my needy little pussy. My newfound urges were like surprise birthday presents all ripped open and spilled out in a happy, messy tumble of new things to try. There I sat, pushing on myself and liking what pushed back, making the sounds before I even knew what they would be.
"Can I watch?"
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