While her friends used just one finger to frig their clits, Chris used her whole palm.
"Chris, do you always have to be different?" Linda giggled, glancing over at her friend.
"Feels best this way to me," Chris moaned. "Ooooo, yeah, does that ever feel great."
The three friends weren't the least bit shy with each other. They lay side by side on their beach towels, legs spread wide, moaning and frigging their hot little clits. They'd been doing it this way for years, ever since their days at the convent school when they'd also shared a room together. They'd wait for the nun on night duty to lock them in, and then they'd just frig themselves like crazy.
Now with the same lack of shame they lay in the hot sun, stark naked and eagerly rubbing their juicy little joy buttons. Soon their fingers were sticky with gushing cunt juice, and their pretty faces were flushed pink with arousal. They rubbed their clits faster and faster, moaning and squealing as they felt the hot pleasure jolting through their pussies.
"Oh, wow, I wonder what a cock feels like?" Linda sighed.
"Big," Patty laughed.
"We could experiment," Chris said. "We could put our fingers up our cunts."
"Weirdo," Linda giggled.
"Naw, I'm serious," Chris said. "I'm just dying to know how it feels. So here goes."
Her friends watched as the little brunette popped the tip of her middle finger into the tiny mouth of her cunt. The gleaming pink flesh of her pussy lips parted, and Chris slowly eased her stiffened finger into the scorching wet pulp of her twat. As the finger vanished, her eyes got huge and glazed, and she began to whine softly. She shoved her finger as far as she could into her ragingly horny cunt.
"Oh, my gosh," she gasped, "it feels great!"
The girls never lied to each other, so Patty and Linda knew their friend had made an important discovery. They quickly copied her, cramming their stiff fingers right to the last knuckle in their cream-filled virgin cunts. The girls started jerking their fingers in cock-like motions, plunging the stiff digits swiftly up and down in their gripping wet twats. Chris hadn't been kidding. It felt great to have something stiff and long ramming up and down in their lusty little pussy holes.
"Ooooooo, fuck, this is so good," Patty groaned.
"Fantastic," Chris cried. "Wow, am I gonna get off."
"Ummmmmmmm, it's driving me wild," Linda screeched. "I wonder if a real cock feels like this?"
"Bigger," Patty panted.
"Like two fingers?" Chris gasped.
"Three," Patty moaned. "Let's try it."
The three girlfriends bunched three fingers together and began plunging them up and down in their greedy little fuck holes. The fit was very tight, but the sensation was wonderful. They got delicious hot friction from their plunging fingers, and their pleasure mounted rapidly, till they were squealing and jerking their hips in a frenzy of lust, their fingers dripping with their helplessly gushing cunt cream.
"Ahhhhhh, I'm coming!" Chris wailed.
"Oooooooo, fuck, me, too," Linda cried, "Ohhhhh."
"Ohhhhhhh, shit, it's good," Patty groaned. "I'm getting off,ohhhhhh, wow, ohhhhhhhhhh."
The girls writhed and bucked as explosive orgasms sent their luscious young bodies into violent convulsions. They jerked their fingers furiously in their gushing pussies, getting jolt after jolt of breath-taking pleasure. When their spasms were over, they lay red-faced and panting on their towels, and it was a full minute before they could talk.
"Sensational," Chris sighed.
"It sure was," Linda agreed.
"You know what, girls?" Patty said. "I think we're ready for the real thing. We been doing this kid stuff for five years. I think it's time we fucked."
Bold and tipsy from beer, her pals agreed. "Let's make a bet," Chris said eagerly. "Whoever loses her cherry first gets five bucks apiece from the others."
"You're on," Linda said. "Let's see, it's Friday, we've got a whole weekend to try and get laid. We can get together on Sunday and see who won."
"No time to waste, then," Patty said, leaping to her feet. "Let's go home, dress, and get started." She grinned wickedly at her friends. "I don't know about you two," she said, "but I know just who I'm gonna start with."
CHAPTER TWO
Her friends felt sorry for Patty. On that Friday afternoon when they made their bet, she had to work. Linda and Chris would have a head start while poor Patty put in four hours as a part-time secretary.
Patty didn't feel sorry for herself at all. She was grinning when she walked into the office of the Biggs Construction Company. Her boss, Ed Biggs, grinned back. Biggs was a large bearish man of about forty with a ruddy face and thick sandy hair streaked with grey. As always, hit necktie was on crooked and he was chomping on a fat unlit cigar.
Patty knew he was just dying to get into her pants.
"Hi, Mr. Biggs," she cooed.
Ed Biggs sighed. Everytime Patty walked into the office he could feel himself getting a hard on. He could hardly keep his eyes his eyes off her big thrusting tits. He had to keep reminding himself that she was only eighteen, young enough to be his daughter, and that he was a married man. But that didn't keep him from looking and longing.
"Hi, Patty," he said. "I'm afraid I've got some bad news. I know it's Friday and you've probably got a date, but I've got so damn much work piled up here, you'll probably have to work overtime."
He expected her to be pissed off, but to his surprise she just smiled. "Okay, Mr. Biggs," she said, "no problem. I don't have a date tonight, and I could use the money."
"I'll pay you time and a half, of course," he said quickly.
"Great," Patty said.
As she walked past his desk, she suddenly stopped and leaned very close to him, brushing one big soft tit against his shoulder. "Ummmm," she said, "what's that nice smell?"
"Uh, my after shave, I guess," Biggs stammered. "You like it?"
"Yes," Patty said huskily, "it's very sexy. Gets me all excited just smelling it."
That did it. Patty went on to her desk and started typing, but Biggs' mind was totally blown.
All he could think about was Patty's terrific young body and the way she'd leaned so close to him, almost as if she were coming on to him. Of course she wouldn't be interested in a guy his age, he assured himself. But as he thought about her, his cock got stiff as a board.
He knew he wasn't going to get any more work done today, so he let his mind wander. He imagined getting Patty into bed, touching her luscious teenage body all over, cramming his swollen dick into her snug young pussy. He imagined her squealing with pleasure and begging him to fuck her again and again. He almost came just thinking about it.
Of course, he reminded himself, he had about as much chance of realizing that fantasy as he did of flying to Mars on a fart. He resigned himself to his usual Friday night – a couple of beers on the way home, then dinner with the wife, watching TV with the wife, and trying to persuade the wife to fuck. Not that he really enjoyed fucking a two hundred pound frigid bitch, but he had to take what was available. Ed Biggs sighed loudly.
He went back to his delicious fantasy of fucking Patty, and he hardly noticed the time pass. His regular secretary and his other employees left, and by five-thirty only he and Patty were in the office. Biggs decided he couldn't make the poor kid work late on a Friday night, date or no date, and he began pulling shades and locking doors. Patty looked up from her typewriter and flashed him a big smile.
"I'm not finished with this work yet, Mr. Biggs," she said.
"Leave it," he said, "and call me Ed, okay?"
"Sure, Ed," Patty said, "but don't you want these letters ready for Monday?"