“No way,” said Krista. “I told you.”
“You’re such a dweeb,” said Molly. “I’ll do it.” Molly got down on the ground in front of Krista and reached out toward her pubis to grab a tuft of fur.
“What? No!” said Krista, swatting at her lightly. “Get out of here.”
“Just let me do it,” said Molly. “Cool your jets.”
“If you cut me, Molly,” said Krista. “I swear to God.”
“I’m not going to cut you,” said Molly. “Just hold still.”
Molly pinched a cluster of Krista’s pubes between her fingers and brought the scissors up, swiftly snipping the hair off and placed it into a pile on the floor. Krista watched on cautiously, her hands on her hips, starring down at her friend as she trimmed. Deftly maneuvering around Krista’s flesh, Molly made short work of her friend’s grown out bush, easily snipping off clump after clump of the black hair. After only a minute or two, Molly had finished and upon gathering the pile of cut hair from the floor she stood up and presented it to Krista.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” said Molly, playfully placing the bunch of shorn fur into Krista’s hand.
“Thank you,” said Krista, looking down and running her fingers through her now tidied and short pubic mound. “It looks good.”
“You’ve got a nice pussy,” said Molly friskily. Without warning, she reached between Krista’s legs and gave her pussy lips a soft squeeze, then quickly withdrew her hand with a cackling laugh.
“Hey!” said Krista, trying to whack Molly’s hand but instead swatting only air.
“Last night at Camp Pinebush,” said Molly, jokingly wistful, pressing her hands together as though she were praying, then bringing them up to her cheek. “And Krista gets her bush whacked.”
“Oh yeah?” said Krista, spiritedly stepping toward Molly. “Well, I pine for your bush!” Krista leapt onto Molly, tackling her down to the bed. With one hand she reached down between Molly’s thighs and grabbed onto the fleshy folds of her pussy while Krista’s other hand, still holding her cut pubes, came up toward Molly’s face and pushed the hair onto Molly’s mouth and nose.
“Hey!” exclaimed Molly, trying to force her friend off of her. She closed her mouth tightly and batted at Krista’s hand as it pressed the pubes against her face. Meanwhile, Krista’s other hand pinched Molly’s labia together and wagged them back and forth.
Molly slapped Krista’s hands and arms but also hurriedly tried to wipe the pubes off of her mouth. She thrashed her head and pushed at Krista’s body, attempting to shove her off. Molly was smaller than Krista, however, and was the underdog in this fight.
“I win!” said Krista, giving Molly’s pussy a tender slap as she jumped off of her friend and to her feet, standing over the bed with a grin spread across her face.
“Ppphhhtttthh,” was the noise that came from Molly’s vibrating mouth as she expelled Krista’s pubic hair from between her lips. She wiped at her face and squinted her eyes shut, desperate to clean her mouth.
Krista laughed as she watched Molly.
“I try to help you,” started Molly, banishing the last of the pubes from her mouth with a dry spit. “And this is how you repay me.”
“I’m a bitch,” said Krista. “What can I say?”
Molly kicked herself up from Krista’s bed and charged toward her friend now, hands extended. She collided into Krista who was forced to backpedal and the two girls, both giggling as they tussled, moved toward the other side of the small cabin room and landed onto Molly’s bed, Krista with her back on the sheets and Molly on top of her. Both girls were still shower-damp and now perspiring from their play-fight, their naked and humid skin sticking together.
While on top of Krista, Molly slid up Krista’s splayed body and plopped her rear side down onto Krista’s face, placing her crotch over Krista’s mouth.
“Now who’s laughing?” said Molly, applying her weight to Krista’s face.
Krista reached up and grabbed Molly’s thighs, holding her legs down, and started to rub her mouth against Molly’s pussy, letting her tongue creep out from between her lips and flicking it against Molly’s moist labia.
“Hey!” exclaimed Molly. “What are you doing?”
Krista slurped at Molly’s pussy lips at first as though she had a vendetta against her friend, like she was punishing her. She gripped Molly’s thighs tighter to keep her down and Molly struggled. As this happened, Molly felt embarrassed and caught off guard, but her mindset suddenly changed as Krista’s attention on her pussy began to make her feel undeniably good.
“Krista,” said Molly calmly, no longer rebellious. “Hey, Krista.” Molly reached down between her own legs and touched Krista’s wet black hair.
“Mmmm?” Krista murmured, her lips vibrating against Molly’s underside.
“What are you doing?” asked Molly again.
Molly could feel Krista’s shoulders shrug underneath her. Krista’s hands started to rub up and down Molly’s thighs softly, no longer gripping Molly down. Her tongue lapped upwards against Molly’s pussy, moving from Molly’s taint up to her clit. The flesh of Molly’s crevasses and inner thighs stuck to Krista’s face as she now lovingly licked her friend.
Outside the sun had set and the cabin was growing darker, lit only by the orange light of an old lamp hung by a chain in the corner of the room. A gentle late summer breeze blew in from the open windows and through the screen door at the front of their one-room cabin. The sounds of crickets could be heard from the forest just outside and these noises began to mingle with the subtle sighs coming from Molly’s mouth as her friend paid her an increasingly lustier notice.
“What if someone comes in?” said Molly quietly. “Mmm,” she moaned, unable to stop herself.
Krista’s tongue pressed deeply against Molly’s pussy now, parting her labia, the tip of Krista’s tongue touching Molly’s moist hole. Her tongue moved against the fleshy pink folds, lapping upwards, tracing a line up between Molly’s puffy and aching lips.
“Oh,” groaned Molly. “That feels really nice.” She closed her eyes, straightening up as she sat on her friend’s face. Molly couldn’t help herself and she reached her hands down to fondle her own chest, rubbing her tits up and down with her palms. As she got more into the groove, Molly bounced her haunches softly atop Krista.
Her slurping growing louder and more passionate, Krista kept one hand on Molly’s thigh and reached the other around to her ass. She palmed one of Molly’s ass cheeks and allowed her thumb to creep into Molly’s crack. Tenderly, she massaged Molly’s asshole in small circles, rubbing the rippled pleats, caressing down to Molly’s taint, using some of the moisture dripping from Molly’s pussy to lubricate her finger as she fiddled.
“This is so bad,” whispered Molly now, yet her postures and actions belied her words. Her body language told a different story. Inside she felt slightly confused, unsure, embarrassed but it was hard to deny the fervent pleasure that her friend was giving her. She didn’t know what to think, nor could she think straight. All she knew was that this sudden tryst was extremely satisfying. This encounter, this attention, made hot lusty thoughts of Krista bubble up in Molly’s mind, hidden thoughts that she may have entertained in private but previously would have never vocalized.
“You’re beautiful,” said Molly instinctively and uncensored. She could feel the wetness of Krista’s tongue licking the length of her womanhood and every time Krista settled onto Molly’s clit it sent shivers up her spine.
Krista slurped and suckled, now focusing on Molly’s clit. She opened her lips up and placed them around Molly’s clit, sucking softly, drinking from it, manipulating it with the tip of her tongue, the juices that covered Molly’s pussy dripping over her mouth and chin. Krista’s actions coupled with the sensual sounds of being eaten out sent Molly’s mind into a tailspin and she grew lightheaded and woozy. Not only could she feel the drenched wetness between her thighs, but she could feel the wetness of Krista’s shower-damp hair
on her legs.
With Krista’s increased attention on her clit, Molly felt herself approaching the precipice. While she had had plenty of orgasms in the past, most were self-applied and never before had she felt like this. It was strange and exciting, effervescent and bubbly, like a can of soda had been shaken up inside of her and was ready to blow. It was a strange combination of exhaustion and exhilaration, prickles of numbness sparkling throughout her soft, steamy flesh. Molly reached her hands down and braced herself on her own thighs, dropped her head and began to take slow, deep breaths.
“I’m coming,” Molly said candidly, her voice steady and serious, obviously focusing on enjoying the feeling that was coursing through her veins.
Upon hearing Molly’s utterance, Krista sucked more powerfully on Molly’s clit, causing Molly to release a long, fervid groan of desire. Krista massaged her moist thumb deeper against Molly’s asshole, which was beginning to pucker as Molly clenched and released her Kegel muscle. On a relaxing release, Krista’s fingertip slipped up inside Molly’s ass and she massaged around the rim of the hole tenderly.
“Oh God,” called out Molly, leaning down further against herself. She began to haphazardly thrash, bucking her hips against her friend’s face, while Krista remained resolute with her pleasurable attention. Molly folded over and gripped onto the bed sheets, burying her face into them now and using them to stifle the long, loud, deep moans that came from her mouth.
Molly’s thighs quaked, uncontrollably shaking, vibrating against the sides of Krista’s face. She bit into the sheets and buzzed into them, wanting so bad to scream out into the room as she felt the intense electricity of her orgasm wend its way all throughout her young figure. Pounding her palm now against the bed, she shook her head side-to-side, feeling numbness in her toes and fingertips. Suddenly it was too much, it felt too good, and she lurched her hips up off of Krista’s face, arching her back, her head down, her ass up.
For a moment, a viscous string of Molly’s own nectar bridged the gap between her pussy lips and Krista’s chin. But just as quickly as it had appeared, a slight movement of Molly’s hips caused it to snap and vanish.
“Fuck,” exclaimed Molly, her ass still pointed into the air. Krista, with a grin on her goopy moist face, slid out from between Molly’s legs and stood up from the bed. She wiped the wetness from her mouth and chin, rubbing it into the side of her leg, and hung there with her hands on her hips, gazing down at her spent yet fulfilled friend.
“That was wild,” said Krista finally.
“Wow,” said Molly, now collapsing down onto the bed. She reached between her legs and rubbed her own pussy sympathetically, her throbbing lips tender from all the attentiveness.
“You tasted really sweet,” said Krista, rubbing a finger over her mouth and then tasting it. “Kinda like mango or something.” She laughed softly.
“Mango?” said Molly, her breath short, chest heaving.
“Yep,” said Krista. “Did it feel okay?” She leaned one knee on the bed and closed in on Molly now, reaching out and caressing her leg sweetly.
“Oh my God,” said Molly. “It was amazing.”
“I don’t know what came over me,” said Krista. “I just felt like… I felt like I had to do that. Like I wanted to do that.”
“Thank you,” said Molly, groaning with delight and rolling over onto her back. Her pussy and thighs were still sparkling with wetness.
“I think the last bonfire is about to happen soon,” said Krista, looking out the window into the night. “Maybe after we go show our faces there for a bit,” she started, looking back to Molly. “You could, you know, do me.”
“Okay,” said Molly, nodding. “I think I could do that.”
“Hey Molly,” said Krista, smoothing out her tussled and tangled hair, still damp from the shower.
“Yeah?” said Molly.
“Have you ever done that with another girl before?” Krista said, her voice almost uncharacteristically shy.
“Never,” said Molly.
“Neither have I,” said Krista.
“You were really good at it,” admitted Molly. She was coming back down now and she used her arms to prop herself up on the bed.
“Thanks,” said Krista. “Let’s just keep this a secret for right now. Is that okay?”
“Sure,” said Molly.
Krista smiled at her, touched her finger to Molly’s thigh and then trotted over to her side of the room to begin getting dressed.
Molly watched as her friend left her bedside, confused yet happy, determined to not put a label on anything. Never had she felt more relaxed and calm, unworried, and she wanted to hold onto this moment forever. She looked over at Krista, damp hair, sunned skin, lithe frame, starting to slip into a small pair of baby blue panties, and in that instant Molly sensed superb tranquility. Perfection. This was one of those experiences that changes a person forever. And Molly indeed felt forever changed.
MY BRACEFACE GIRLFRIEND
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DAKOTA WAS A beautiful young woman. At 18 years old, she was in her prime. She had a small frame, lithe and lean, yet a full and perky chest. Her skin was darker and olive, almost Mediterranean, and her long hair was dark brown with lighter highlights. Big brown eyes punctuated her lovely and exuberant face. She was quite fashionable, often adopting a sort of hippie peasant look, free-spirited and wild. She was fun to be with, confident and able to crack the perfect joke at just the right time.
And in her mouth was a wide smile of metal braces bound to her teeth, each little bracket colored with a teal band.
Dakota wasn’t self-conscious at all about her braces. She often had a broad smile on her face, revealing her bracketed teeth and their teal color, a shade she would even try to match sometimes with her outfits. While some young women might be ashamed of braces, Dakota embraced them, made jokes about them, and didn’t let them hamper her social life. It drove the guys and even some girls wild.
Alone in her room, Dakota stood in just a matching white bra and panties, checking herself out in the full-length mirror leaned against her wall. She fluffed her hair and then deftly wrapped it up in a bun, securing it with a small elastic band. Putting her hands under her breasts, she pushed them up to simulate more cleavage. She then reached around to her back, unclasped the bra, and let it fall off her shoulders and down her arms. Dakota let the bra fall to the floor, and she again checked herself out in the mirror, prodding at her breasts, pushing them up, pushing them together, and tweaking her nipples to puff them out.
She smiled to herself in the mirror, her braces twinkling in the reflection.
Dakota traipsed over to her unmade bed, pillows and fluffy blankets strewn all over, and she leapt onto it. She crawled up to the headboard and laid back against a mess of pillows. Cupping her bare tits in her hands, she squeezed them softly as she looked down at them, pinching a nipple just to watch it go erect. The beautiful late morning sun shown in through the windows in Dakota’s room and she felt calm, relaxed, and content. Whenever Dakota felt like this, she also felt rather horny.
While it was true that such a lovely girl as Dakota had guys beating down the door to get her phone number, she had felt something different inside of her lately but she hadn’t admitted it to anybody. Since meeting Emily in her community college English class, she sensed a confusion brewing in her mind.
Emily was stunning, a gorgeous girl with long curly blonde hair. She was extremely fit, a runner, and she even once showed Dakota her defined abs. At 21, she was just a few years older than Dakota, but they had become fast friends in class and had started hanging out together more regularly. Emily was a few years behind in college as she had opted to travel after graduation instead of going directly into more schooling. All of this combined drove Dakota wild with excitement. Emily was just the coolest.
Reaching down to her white panties, Dakota started to rub herself between her legs through the cotton fabric. She stretched her legs out to get a better angle, and fondled her cli
t slowly but steadily. The past few weeks, her fantasies had always been of Emily. It made her feel a little weird, but she enjoyed it so much that she stopped questioning it and just enjoyed it. Dakota reached into the elastic band of her panties and touched herself flesh on flesh, her finger gently rubbing her throbbing pussy lips, feeling the wetness that was now dripping from them.
While she rubbed herself she had a big smile on her face revealing her metal brackets, her brown eyes shut tightly, and she nuzzled deeper into the bed as the feelings intensified.
An image of Emily materialized in Dakota’s mind. She pictured Emily in a tank top and very short running shorts, revealing her long and smooth creamy white legs. Emily’s curly blonde hair was back in a ponytail and she was slightly sweaty from a run.
“Time for a shower,” Emily said in Dakota’s fantasy.
Emily slid her shorts off and kicked them from her feet, revealing a neatly trimmed blonde bush on her mound. She stood there and modeled for Dakota momentarily, and then she popped off her tank top and tossed it away revealing two perfectly pert tits with small, pointy nipples on the end of each.
“Oomph,” moaned Dakota, her moist finger quickly massaging her clit in small circles. She squirmed slightly in her bed, kicking a white blanket off the bed with a reflexive and mindless movement. Suddenly she threaded both hands into the elastic of her panties and swiftly moved them down her legs and off her feet. Dakota flipped over on her stomach, buried her face into the pillows, and returned her fingers to her clit, rubbing rapidly in pressured motions.
In her fantasy, Dakota pictured Emily nude, sitting on a floor, her legs spread and her knees up, allowing a wide view of her manicured pussy. While Emily’s skin was pale, Dakota could catch just a slight glimpse of the pink flesh between Emily’s pussy lips. Glistening specks of moisture shown on Emily’s pinkness in Dakota’s mind and Dakota could feel her own pussy growing increasingly wetter with her firm movements and her fantasy of Emily. She moaned softly into the pillow.
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