Discovery, Chapter 9

by Sandi

Heather and I eventually made it back to my house. We grabbed a snack and watched T.V. until my mom called us to dinner. We helped clear up, then decided to go swimming for a while. As dusk approached, mom called us in the house and we took turns in the shower. We called and talked to Terry on the phone until her mom made her get ready for bed, then we played a video game and watched another T.V. show until my mom came and told us it was time for bed. Neither of us could sleep and we chatted in the dark until the house was quiet. I heard Heather moving on the blow up mattress my mom made up for her, and the next thing I knew, she was climbing into bed with me.

Heather leaned over and kissed me on the mouth. She giggled and kissed me again. I felt her hand move between my legs. "You know what we didn't do in the woods today?" she whispered. Before I could think of an answer she said, "I didn't get to cum."

She cuddled up closer to me and kissed me again. "Will you make me cum, Sandi? "Yes," I whispered back. She was already peeling off her shorts and panties. She dropped them over the side of the bed onto her mattress. She rolled onto her back, put her heels up to her but and opened her legs. "Lay on top of me," she whispered. I moved clumsily into position. Her arms went around my neck and she kissed me again. "Rub my pussy," she said. I started to touch her. As I did, she rubbed her cheek against mine and sighed softly. "Oh, Sandi! That feels so good." I pressed my fingers between her pussy lips to get some lubrication. "Mmm, put your finger in me," she said so faintly I could barely make it out. I slipped my index finger into her to the first knuckle. Her hips moved rhythmically and my finger slid in and out slightly. "That must be what fucking is like," she whispered. After a minute or so she stopped. She pulled my face down to hers and sighed, "That feels good." We stayed that way for a minute, cheek to cheek, with half my finger buried in her steaming pussy. She pulled back and looked me in the eyes. "Would you do something for me," she asked. "Sure," I said. She smiled. "I want to try something I keep thinking about," she said softly, looking away. "OK," I agreed, "I want to make you feel good, too."

I moved off of her and she turned on her side. She adjusted her legs and I could tell she had her hand in her crotch. "Get up behind me," she instructed. I spooned up to her. "Rub my butt." I started to rub her behind and I could feel her hand moving between her legs. Her breathing got faster. "Pull my cheeks apart as you rub," she gasped quietly. I rubbed with more force and did as she asked. She was beginning to breath pretty fast and I could tell she was enjoying herself. Suddenly she seemed frustrated. I leaned over and whispered, "What do you want me to do?"

"Are you sure?" she asked. "It's kind of weird."

"I don't care," I said. "I want to help you cum."

She suddenly turned and pulled my face to hers. She kissed me again. "I love you, Sandi." Before I could answer, she rolled back onto her side. Sit up, she said. I did.

"Hold my butt cheeks apart." I did. "Now, get your finger wet." I paused, and she added, "With spit in your mouth." I did as I was told. "Now put it on my asshole." I gently probed her crack until I felt he little crinkled hole. She was breathing fast again and her hand was moving rapidly. "Oh, yeah," she moaned softly, "Rub my asshole." I rubbed gently and she moaned. I was sure she was close to cumming. "Now," she gasped, "now, push it in." I pressed into her butt and her hips moved back to meet my finger. "More," she groaned, and my finger was suddenly all the way in. Heather was sobbing and suddenly her cheeks clenched shut on my hand. I could tell she was cumming. She was gasping and whispering something I could barely make out. "Fuck my butt, Timmy! Fuck my butt!" After a few seconds she was still and I slowly withdrew my finger. Heather rolled over and hugged me close. When she kissed me I felt wetness on her face. She was crying. She held me and cried against my shoulder. "I love you, Sandi," she kept saying, "I love you." I just held her. "I love you too, Heather."

We must have fallen asleep that way. When I woke up the clock read 4:12 and I had to pee. When I came back, Heather stirred, then opened her eyes. She smiled up at me. I moved back up on the bed and lay with my arm over the side. I felt Heather's fingers intertwine with mine. I was startled awake about an hour and a half later when my mom softly opened my door and called my name. I jerked upright and looked at her with fuzzy vision. "I have to take your dad to work," she said, "He will be gone overnight and doesn't want to leave his truck at work. Will you guys be OK for an hour?"

"Sure," I groaned. "It's too early!" I heard Heather giggle from her mattress. A few minutes later we heard the backdoor shut followed by a car driving away. I was still lying on my back with my eyes closed. I felt Heather climbing onto my bed. She was over me and leaned down to kiss me. I was surprised to feel her tongue on my lips. She pushed her tongue into my mouth. I had never felt anything like it before. I started copying her. She laughed and said, "You're a quick learner."

She pulled back for a second and I felt her tugging my panties down. She pulled them off, then pushed up my nightgown. She helped my pull it over my head and whispered, "We have an hour. I have something else to teach you."

She leaned back over me and kissed me again. After a few minutes, her mouth moved away and I felt her hair moving over my shoulder. As gently as a butterfly, I began to feel something on my right nipple. It was the tip of her tongue. She licked softly then with more force. I hadn't paid much attention to my nipples until the last month or so. It seemed as if the came alive at the beginning of summer, and they were very sensitive. Her mouth tickled and I squirmed making her laugh. She switched to my left nipple and started again, licking softly, then with more force. Then she pursed her lips and sucked. The sensation was almost too much, but before I could catch her face with my hands, she moved lower. Her hair, black as midnight in the early morning light grazed along my stomach, causing me to shiver. I felt her breath on my belly button, then her tongue. It made me laugh out loud and I couldn't help twisting away, but she was gone already. I felt her hair brushing the tops of my thighs. Her face was just over my kitty. My heart began to pound.

She moved her body farther down and her arms went under my thighs, her hands holding my sides. I could feel her breath on my kitty. No, my pussy. "Do you want me to lick your pussy?" she whispered. I was shivering just from the thought. I couldn't answer. "Do you?" I tried to nod. "No, you have to tell me," she teased. "Tell me to lick your pussy."

My mouth was dry and I could barely speak. "My pussy," I gasped, "Lick my pussy."

"No," she giggled, "You have to say the whole thing."

I swallowed and licked my dry lips. "Please," I gasped, "Lick my pussy! I want you to lick my pussy!" It sounded so dirty hearing my own voice ask her to do that.

She positioned my legs so that my heels were up to my but cheeks and my legs were wide open. Her tongue was so warm. She started gently on the outside of my pussy and I could tell she was building up saliva because I was suddenly wet and slippery. She licked slowly up and down my slit, then penetrated with her tongue and lapped over my clit. My whole body jerked and she laughed. Her hands clamped over my stomach like she was holding me down and she lapped over my clit again. I actually squealed. "Glad no one is home," she said, and did it again. Her hands moved down and I felt her hold my pussy open. She used her tongue to peel back the skin over my clit, and I felt myself rock from side to side. I realized I was making gasping noises. She lowered her head and I felt her tongue probe the opening of my vagina. That felt different, but good. Then she was back on my clit. She alternated from my vagina to my clit several times, then suddenly she went lower. I felt her licking the skin between my pussy and ass. Then suddenly her tongue was circling my butt hole. I gasped and pulled my knees up involuntarily. I felt her gasp for air, then the tip of her tongue was trying to push inside my butt. It wobbled and bobbed with her effort and I thought I was going to have a heart attack. Then she was moving back up to my clit. I felt her moving her hands and I couldn't understand how her tongue could be pushing into my butt and on my clit at the same time. I realized it must have been her finger. The tip of her finger began to gently move in and out, sliding a little deeper each time. Suddenly I could feel her palm against my butt cheeks and knew she was all the way in. Then I felt the strangest sensation. She curled her fingertip and tugged outward. I almost screamed as I began to cum. As that orgasm was winding down, she began lapping my clit again and tugging against my butt hole. I came a second time.

Heather slowly withdrew her finger and scooted up beside me. Instinctively I wrapped my arms around her and held her close as my breathing slowed. She was snickering. "I knew you would like having your pussy licked." I could feel her hand moving between her own legs, but I was too wrung out to help. She kept up the dirty talk that excited her. "You really liked that finger in your butt, too, didn't you? You like getting your ass finger fucked!" She was gasping and starting to moan. I regained my voice and joined in the dirty talk. "Yeah," I said, "Your finger in my butt made me cum really hard." She moaned, so I continued. "You like it too, don't you? But you want more than a finger. I bet you would like a dick in your ass." She groaned. Yeah," I added, "A nice dick sliding in and out of your butt to make you cum."

That was all I had to say because she began to buck and jerk against me as she came. We must have dozed off because the next thing I knew I hear my mom calling to us. "Girls, I brought fresh doughnuts!" We jumped up and dressed, then took turns in the bathroom before going to the kitchen. Even after washing I could swear I still smelled pussy. I'm surprised mom didn't notice.