Leslie was now sitting up on Catherine's face. Her upper body was twisted. As she rode her hot pussy all over Catherine's probing tongue, she used her left hand and fingers all over Catherine's yawning pussy, stabbing her fingers in, puffing them out, wiping Catherine's juices all over her own breasts, returning her fingers and fucking Catherine's cunt at the same time she felt her own pussy leaking profusely, able to see her rich shining juices coating Catherine's chin, her cheeks and her nose and mouth.
"Oh… you're making me come… Leslie! You're making me come! Yes! Yes! Oh, wow! Oh shit… ohooooo, Leslie…don't stop… stop… wow! Oh shit… ohoooooo, Leslie…don't stop… don't!Don't…ohooooo!"
Soon both girls were panting. Leslie was literally bouncing up and down as hard as she could. Her lovely breasts were jiggling and swaying from side to side as Catherine's tongue danced madly inside her pussy lips and her teeth gripped hold of her clitoris and bit it. Leslie was screaming and sweating, her hair flying all over, her eyes fluttering open and closed as she knew she was going to come, too.
This orgasm was different from any other she had experienced. It seemed to begin in her swollen breasts. Her nipples, as she squeezed them, actually pained her. She cupped her breasts and massaged them together as the fires built up in her vagina from Catherine's sucking of her fiery flesh.
Then Leslie felt a sharp series of pains in the small of her back. Suddenly her asshole felt hot and began to itch. She knew she was close to coming. With her left hand she began to rub her lower belly, staring down avidly at Catherine, her eyes riveted on her young friend's swirling tongue as it disappeared and then reappeared after being buried deep up her churning pussy.
She next felt a kind of cramp in her left foot, then a swift but pleasurable sensation run all through her. The next thing she knew, she was screaming, swearing and cursing, sobbing and then snorting and grunting as she fed her greedy, hungry pussy to Catherine's devouring mouth.
Then after but seconds, she topped off. She suddenly began an uncontrollable giggling. Then a kind of hysteria overwhelmed her and she lay there on her back, her brief nylon panties still down at her ankles, her pussy wet from her own rich juices and Catherine's saliva.
Both young girls finally lay quietly for the longest time. Finally, Leslie felt Catherine's hand on her thigh. She reached her own hand down. They clasped fingers and held on tightly, both feeling the other's warmth, both savoring what had happened to them so spontaneously.
Both were thinking how wonderful it had all been, how nothing really had been planned, how it all happened so suddenly, unexpectedly. What a fantastic, fabulous miracle they had met in the first place!
Had anyone told the other that they'd both be sharing this kind of pleasurable intimacy so soon, they would have called them insane.
As they lay there comfortably, both so conscious of the other's nakedness, Catherine was still able to taste Leslie's succulent pussy, still trying to tongue one of Leslie's pussy hairs from her back teeth. Catherine was still feeling Leslie's rushing fingers. Both girls felt a tremendous passion for the other. They gripped fingers tighter.
Then Catherine sat up. She felt a little dizzy. It was the wine in the kitchen, she remembered. She smiled down at Leslie. Leslie held her arms open, and Catherine fell into them. They kissed each other's lips tenderly. Catherine wrapped her arms around Leslie. Their naked breasts were now touching and each could feel the other's pointed nipples, the warmth of the other's curvy globes as they began to writhe together and kiss more deeply, their tongues fencing with each other's, Leslie's sucking on Catherine's tongue much the same way that Jimbo had sucked on hers.
Catherine crawled on top of Leslie. She sat up and then, bending, pulled Leslie's panties up tight into her magnificent crotch. Then she slid down and began to kiss the silky crotch of Leslie's panties, biting the sheer material and tugging on it, then pressing her mouth back down and slowly licking the silky crotch. Leslie opened her thighs and began to softly grind her pelvis, arching her back slightly, closing her eyes and just lying back, enjoying the immense intimacy of the scene.
"Roll over, honey… please… honey, roll over for me," Catherine asked softly. "I want to kiss your asshole the way your father did. Want me to do that for you, honey?"
"Ohooooooo, Catherine, yes. Yes… I want you to… to do that… yes… I do. Oh, honey. I do!"
She let Catherine turn her onto her belly.
"What a pretty bottom!" Catherine exclaimed. "It's beautiful! So pretty, honey."
Catherine lay down on the bed, her face close to Leslie's panty-clad buttocks. Through the sheer, almost transparent material, Catherine could see every curve of Leslie's magnificent ass cheeks, the sloping curves as they disappeared and became a part of her exquisite thighs, the hilly rise of her globes and then the flattening out at the base of her spine.
"I'm going to lick your ass through your panties first, honey… you'll like that. They're so tight on your pretty ass. It's obscene looking!"
"But it feels so good."
"I know," said Catherine and then Leslie felt her warm breath as Catherine blew it all over her bottom, bending her face and placing her mouth on Leslie's pussy that was almost naked, the narrow crotch of her panties buried between her luscious, dark brown pussy hair and surrounded by her tender pussy lips.
"My asshole, darling. Do it to my asshole… do it, please," Leslie moaned, squirming and rotating her hips. "Please, lick it. Kiss my asshole… please… please, Catherine…"
CHAPTER TWELVE
Ever since one summer camp experience when she was thirteen, Leslie Groten's need to fantasize began to occupy her more and more. It would demand her attention at the damnedest times and could literally consume her if the didn't pay attention.
Her father called these moods "wool gathering" and although he didn't know what caused or spawned them, he was forever cautioning his young, attractive daughter of the potential dangers involved.
"Now, darling, just suppose you're driving a car and you fall into one of these deep moods. You could crash."
"Daddy Jimbo, I'm not old enough to drive a car," was a common answer to any of his admonitions. Nothing her father warned her of could possibly occur, simply because she was not old enough! That was that!
Until this experience at camp…
Leslie was alone in one of the wooden dressing cabins down at the camp lake. She was a swimming counselor for the younger girls. She'd just finished what seemed to be a "forever" afternoon with these brats when their dining room counselor came along to take them back for their baths and dressing for supper.
Leslie was left alone. Now it was late afternoon. The sun was very warm. Ml day the dressing room had baked in the heat. All was quiet, serene. There was hardly a sound except the chirping of a bird or the singing of a cricket in the woods behind the dressing rooms down by the lake.
Leslie squirmed out of her bathing suit, a one-piece thing she hated but was prescribed by the stuffy camp managers. Once her young breasts were flushed free, she felt gloriously naked! Her fingers caressed them. She cupped her luscious virgin globes with both hands. She rubbed her breasts together, watching as the two pointed nipples touched erotically.
Slowly, as she teased her breasts, her breathing began to increase. She knew this was a sure sign of her falling into one of the "wool gathering" periods. She chased the warning thoughts of her father away.
What could possibly happen out here on the quiet lake in an empty dressing room? No one knew she was there. No one ever came down this far this late in the afternoon.
Who would have any reason to?
She shrugged out of the bathing suit altogether. Now she was stark naked and again that wonderful thrilling sense of freedom overwhelmed her. She wiggled her petite toes and then sat down. From her shoulder bag, she removed the camp's first-aid kit.