Discovery, Chapter 10

by Sandi

After Heather and I had breakfast, Mom asked us if we were up to a job. We asked what it was, and Mom said that dad had asked if I would wash and vacuum out his truck while he was away. We said yes, and returned to my room to put on shorts and t-shirts. We knew washing a vehicle was also an excuse to spray each other with the hose.

Mom knew we would probably play with the water, too. She told us we had to vacuum out the inside first and make sure the doors and windows were closed before we got the hose.

The truck was pretty clean, just a few discarded papers, a burger wrapper, and a coffee cup or two was all the trash we found. While I ran the vacuum, Heather reached up under the seat and pulled something out. It was, I noticed, an aluminum tube about as big around as my thumb. When I looked at the label, I saw that it had contained a cigar. My dad didn't smoke, so a friend or co-worker must have left it. Heather took it back from me and looked at me with a devilish grin. She made a circle of her left thumb and index finger then slid the rounded end of the tube in and out. "Oh, baby,' she said, "Bend over." I laughed. "You're such a perv," I said. "Look who's talking," she answered. She stepped into the garage and put the tube on the back of the workbench where it wasn't in plain sight. "We'll save that for later," she said.

By the time we finished washing the truck, we were soaking wet and laughing. We headed into the house to change. Mom heard us coming in and told us she had to go down to Delmar's house. He was in the hospital, she said. He was okay, but had to stay a day or two because of chest pains. He asked her to take care of the goats. She wanted to know if we would go and help. We agreed right away. She told us to go change while she headed down to his house. We could catch up when we were done. Heather went into the bathroom and I went to my room to change.

Heather came into my room a few minutes later carrying her wet clothes in one hand and the aluminum tube in the other. She giggled at my surprise to see her naked, and wiggled the tube at me. "Want to bend over?" she laughed. "Do you?" I answered. "Mmm, yes," she answered quietly. She got onto the edge of the bed on her hands and knees and put her head down. Her hand appeared between her legs holding the tube. "Here," she said. "Do me." "We have to go help Mom," I said, but still not able to look away from her cute butt. "It won't take long," she said. With my heart beginning to race and my hands shaking slightly, I took the tube from her. "I washed it," she said.

"What do I do?" I was looking at her butt and could see the bottom part of her pussy below it. She was beginning to rub her clit.

"Get it slippery with spit," she said. I did. "Now, put it on my butt hole." I eased forward and wiggled the tube between her cheeks. She moaned quietly as the rounded tip pressed against her crinkly little hole. The finger on her clit wobbled back and forth a little faster. "Now, push it in," she whispered. I began to apply a little more force and slowly the tip of the tube entered her. She was making soft mewling noises. "That feels really good," she whispered, "Go in and out." I pulled back and watched as the tube slid out of her, then reversed direction and pushed it back in. I was sliding only about and inch or so in and out. It must have felt really good. She was starting to gasp and breath louder. Watching the tube moving in and out, and her asshole open and close around it was turning me on. "Faster," she commanded, and I picked up the pace. She started a quiet chant, "Fuck me, fuck my butt, fuck me." Suddenly she lowered her ass, thrusting back against me. "Oh, Sandi, I'm cumming," she moaned. She grunted and jerked for a moment, then eased forward. The tube slid out of her butt.

She stayed on her hands and knees as I finished putting on my shoes, then slowly got up and dressed. She seemed embarrassed and self- conscious. As we headed out the door, she stepped back into my room and tossed the tube out of sight under the bed. Then she hugged me and put her head on my shoulder. "That was really good," she said. Her only bra had gotten wet washing the truck and I could feel her breasts pressing against me through the thin shirt she had put on. "When we come back, it's your turn." On the way out the door we stopped long enough to throw our wet clothes in the dryer.

We helped Mom and I kept thinking about what Heather was planning. She had already taught me how sensitive my butt was, how the sensations of a finger there enhanced my orgasm. I was nervous, but intrigued. I wondered how good it would feel, yet afraid it might hurt. By the time we headed for home, I was so horny that I could barely stand the feeling of my shorts rubbing my crotch as I walked.

At home, it seemed my mom was everywhere. There was no way we were going to get any privacy so that I could get some relief. We were lying across my bed playing a video game when Heather said we should go for a walk. Tired of the game and frustrated, I halfheartedly agreed. I had to go pee before we left and met heather at the back door. We ambled down the lane toward Delmar's empty house making small talk. When we got to his place, Heather grabbed my hand and began pulling me toward Delmar's small barn. "In here," she said. We went in and she shut the door behind us. It was twilight in the closed barn and she made her way to the rear corner where Delmar stacked bails of hay for the animals. "Over here."

I walked over to her and she shook out a horse blanket she had taken from a shelf. She spread it our over the bails of hay. She turned as I stood near her and laughingly pulled down on my shorts. Surprised, I struggled at first, then realized what she was doing. I stepped out of my shorts and panties, picked them up and she directed me to lie down on the blanket. The blanket was on a place where two bales where stacked and Heather took a seat on a single bail in front of me. "Lay down," she said, "and scoot to the edge." I scooted down so my but was on the edge of the bales. I put my knees up, with the heels of my feet against my behind. Heather reached out and opened my legs. "Let me see your pussy," she purred. She gently traced my slit with her fingers. After a moment, she pressed in and down and slid her finger over my vagina. "You're wet," she said softly. I shivered. She began to spread the lubricant from my vagina over the rest of my slit. I couldn't hold in a sigh of satisfaction. "Do you need to cum?" she teased. "Do you?" I nodded.

"Tell me," she said. "I need to cum," I whined. I was getting accustomed to Heather enjoying dirty talk. She pressed against my vagina without entering me and gently wiggled her finger. While doing that, she leaned forward and I felt her mouth on my pussy. I moaned. She circled my clit and I thought I would cum pretty fast. As I was beginning to breath harder, she suddenly stopped. I moaned in disappointment. Heather was fumbling with something. Then her mouth was back on me. It felt so good. I arched my back and pressed forward into her mouth. I felt something at the bottom of my pussy. She rubbed it up and down my lower slit, getting it all slippery with her saliva and my pussy juice. Gradually I realized it was the tube we found in my dad's truck. She didn't try to push it into my pussy. We both knew we were still too young and it would hurt. Slowly she slid the tip down to my anus. She didn't press it in right away. Instead she just pressed against me and released, teasing my butt hole. She stopped licking me and I groaned. "Were you going to cum?" she teased. "Yes," I moaned, "Please lick me." She laughed "No," she said, "I want to watch you cum. I want to see you rub your clit while I fuck your butt." God, I was so frustrated. I needed to cum. I put my right hand on my pussy and began to rub my tortured clit. "Not so fast," she said, and clamped her hand over mine. I still tried to rub my clit, but her hand restricted my movement. Then I felt the tube moving against my butt hole. She had it held in her fist so that only about two inches of the tube extended from her hand. She slowly pushed it into my little asshole until I could feel her fist against the cheeks of my butt. Then she withdrew it completely so that just the tip was pressed against my hole. The sensations made me roll my head back and moan. Gradually building up speed and force, she began to fuck me with the aluminum tube. She still held her other hand over mine so I could barely make any movement on my clit. In a few minutes I was gasping and moaning. I was right on the edge of cumming, but need to rub my clit just a tiny bit more. With her hand over mine, it was impossible.

"You like that, don't you," she said. It wasn't a question anymore. "You like getting fucked in the butt." I was gasping, trying to cum. She was moving her hand pretty fast now. I could feel my asshole opening and closing around the end of the tube. It was driving me crazy. Her hand was slamming against my ass cheeks. "I can feel you pushing down," she hissed. "Push your ass back so I can fuck you." My head was tossing from side to side. I was on the verge of losing control. "Please!" I begged. "Please...wanna' cum!"

"Then tell me," she said. "Tell me what's going on."

I knew she wanted to hear dirty talk. "You're fucking my butt," I gasped. "I'm gonna cum."

"Not yet," Heather said. "This is how I want you to do me next. Will you fuck my butt, too?"

"Yes," I moaned.

"Will you lay on top of me and fuck my butt?" she asked again.

"Yes!" I cried.

"Will you lick my pussy?" she hissed.

I would agree to anything to cum. "Yes!" I said. The dirty talk was getting me hotter than I ever felt before.

"Would you like to watch me and Timmy do stuff?" she asked. That was the last straw.

I was so hot and ready to cum that even with limited movement of my hand, my clit exploded. I cried out and drew my knees up to my chest. Heather continued to pound my ass with one hand and the other slid down over my pussy during the violence of my orgasm. As I came down from my cum high and lowered my legs, I realized her thumb was pressing against my pussy opening.

I was exhausted. Heather stood up and crawled up on the hay bales with me. She laid her head on my pounding chest and held me. I was hot in the barn and I was dripping sweat. "My turn," she giggled.

From up the road we heard a car horn. I realized it was my mom. She sounded her horn to call me in when I was walking in the woods. Heather moaned with disappointment.

We folded the blanket and replaced it on the shelf so no one would know we had been in the barn. As we left, Heather slid the aluminum tube down the back of her shorts so it was barely noticeable.