R Finch - No longer virgin

"You don't have to be so embarrassed," Sherry laughed. "Everybody does that. Really… I do it all the time."

Wendy could only nod, was filled with shame nonetheless and wished only that Sherry would finish and leave.

Sherry said, "You're blushing ferociously. Believe me, it's not that big of a deal. So what if you were fingerfucking yourself? Don't worry about it." She laughed again, then she asked, "Were you close?"

"Oh… uh…"

"I didn't mean to barge in. Really. I'm sorry, but I just couldn't wait another second. I honestly would have peed in my pants." And she giggled again.

"It's… all right. I was just… messing around."

"Have you ever tried it using the water?" Sherry asked.

Wendy was silent, said finally, "No… I don't know what you mean, I've never done it like that."

"Oh, you should!" Sherry laughed. "You get under the faucet and let the water run right on your… well, on the spot you can feel it the most on. You won't believe it! It's like having a big wet tongue up your cunt."

Wendy had to smile to herself, would admit her curiosity was piqued by what Sherry suggested, was, in fact, intrigued by the thought of a variation of that nature. She tried to picture what exactly would be involved, found it somewhat confusing, especially the position. "What about your legs?" she asked. "I mean, it seems like they'd get in the way." She still wouldn't look at Sherry.

"You put your feet high up on the wall and lay back."

"I'd drown!" Wendy giggled.

"Well, you let out mast of the water first, then support yourself on your elbows and put your bottom up against the front of the tub." Then she said, "Go ahead and I'll show you what to do. It's easy."

And she flushed the toilet and pulled up her pants, was suddenly half-kneeling, half-crouching beside the bathtub. She reached in between Wendy's feet, the water to her bare elbow, and pulled the rubber stopper.

"Sherry, I don't… that is, I'd rather not…"

Wendy said quickly, wondered how she'd gotten into this all of a sudden.

"Oh, don't worry about it," Sherry smiled. "I'll just show you real quick. You'll love it. Here, move forward and put your legs up. Just like that. A little higher." And after some expert, but gentle, maneuvering on Sherry's part, Wendy was lying on her back in the tub, braced on her elbows, her bare feet high on the tiled wall, her lush tint immodestly exposed to the older girl's eyes. Wendy still blushed fiercely, was held helplessly captive by the stream of warm water running down between her opened thighs, the caressing force of it directly on her wildly pulsing clitoris, the overflow spilling along the trembling lips of her soft cunt and down between the rubbery cheeks of her round buttocks. Sherry was leaning over into the bathtub, had one hand on Wendy's bare hip, the other on her smooth groin, still helped position her.

"Like it?" Sherry asked, was answered only with a high-pitched giggle and a quick, knowing glance from Wendy.

Sherry smiled, her eyes bright with her obvious lust, then she slid her hand slightly forward, with her fingertips touched lightly at the gentle slope where Wendy's dark pubic hair began. She entwined a slender finger in the soft mat of it, pulling at it, watched as Wendy's throbbing cunt opened wetly, quivering.

Wendy started with a little sigh, raised her hips a bit, felt as if she were suggestively offering herself to the girl.

"I'm almost… there…" Wendy said breathlessly, the quaking of her damp thighs turning rapidly into tiny spasms.

"Can I help you finish?" Sherry asked suddenly, and her voice shook with anticipation, her expression eager.

"Oh, shit!" Wendy cried out with a little moan. "I've got a cramp in my leg!" And she slid her feet down off the wall, curled up on her back with her knees against her firm breasts in an effort to end the pain. She'd moved only barely out of range of the water, tried to catch her breath.

Sherry began to knead the full backsides of Wendy's thighs, squeezing at the smooth muscles knotted there, massaging the sleek tendons. "Is that better?" Sherry asked, and then her hand moved to Wendy's splayed buttocks, cupped first one tightly rounded cheek, then the other. Wendy was startled at the feeling of smoldering passion that was beginning to rise in her towards the other girl, was almost overcome by it when Sherry sank a probing finger into Wendy's cunt, poking deep into its tight warmth with a deft movement. Sherry's finger eased out of her slowly, touched teasingly at Wendy's quivering clit, then was gone. "Does your leg feel better?" Sherry asked again.

"Much," Wendy managed with an audible sigh, spread her slender legs and put her bare feet back on the wall, was once again rushed towards her relief by the cascade of water between her round thighs. She took a perverted delight in the obvious effect she was having on Sherry, was spreading her knees wider and wider almost posing.

"Can I join you?" Sherry finally asked eagerly.

"I… I guess so," Wendy said shakily.

Sherry stood up, slipped off her shoes, quickly pulled her clothes off, then climbed naked into the bathtub behind Wendy.

Wendy glanced up over her bare shoulder, saw that the girl was indeed as skinny as she had imagined. Sherry's tall slim body was tanned except for the outline of what must have been a very skimpy bikini bathing suit. Her breasts were no more than two gentle hillocks, her nipples were enormous, were huge dark rings of crimson with distended points. The soft black hair between her narrow thighs was like a bramble bush, the sliver of her pink cunt within the damp mesh exposed lewdly to Wendy, the slick lips parting wetly to reveal the tight hole of her when Sherry moved to sit down.

Sherry slid in close, her long thin legs on each side of Wendy, her knees upraised, then she pulled Wendy into the soft cradle her naked body formed, her warm crotch tight against the small of Wendy's back. She cupped Wendy's heavy breasts from behind, squeezing them, tugging at the young girl's puckered nipples until they were swollen and extended, jutting proudly from her silky white flesh.

"God!" Sherry laughed hoarsely, pulling at the pliable pink tips, "Your nipples are bigger than my tits!" Then with both of her hands she traced down along the smooth contour of Wendy's slender middle, slipped across her trembling groin, found easily the sopping heat of Wendy's slick cunt. "Does that water feel good?" she asked, already knew the answer, with her fingers was moistly separating Wendy's delicate labia. She held them apart, the pink flesh within so swollen it actually was protruding slightly, glistening, the warm water running down directly between them. "Don't you love it!" she breathed.

"Open me up. More," Wendy gulped. "Oh, God! It is like a hot tongue! Oh! Up my cunt! I… love it!" She tried to spread her trembling thighs still wider, but since her knees were already pressed against the sides of the tub, she had to shakily raise her slim hips to do so.

"You must be really close to coming," Sherry giggled, was kissing wetly at the warm nape of Wendy's neck. "God, you're shaking like mad!"

"I… I'm going to… come… in about two seconds!" Wendy gasped, swallowing noisily, and suddenly she twisted her bare lower torso, sent water flying everywhere. "Oh, God!" she cried out. "Hold me. Oh, fuck! Tight! Squeeze me tight!" And she squirmed wildly with a rasping groan, pumping her long legs, then straightened them finally, splashing, pushed both herself and Sherry with a squeal of their warm buttocks to the back of the tub.

"I feel a little funny doing this," Wendy confided with a nervous giggle, jerked slightly when Sherry's agile fingers touched on the faintly quivering nub of her tiny clit. The two girls lay naked on Wendy's bed, shiny with perspiration, their bare, damp legs tangled together, each slowly masturbating the other. The room was rank with their lush female odor, was moist with the strong fragrance of both their sweat and their excitement.