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Archive name: swimhole.txt (g/g, first)
Authors name: Lisa & Sharon (bymsap@aol.com)
Story title : The Old Swimming Hole
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The Old Swimming Hole (g/g, first)
By
Lisa and Sharon
Betsy and Trisha were thoroughly enjoying their mid-
summer break from their brothers. For two whole weeks
the boys were off to camp, and Betsy and Trisha were
relishing the air of freedom that prevailed. Not that
things were all that different. And yet it seemed as
though they were.
Typical of how things were no different now than when
the boys were around, both Betsy and Trisha had
received stern warnings from their Moms not to be
swimming by themselves up at the swimming hole. Their
brothers had been swimming there by themselves since
they were 10, and yet here were Betsy and Trisha, both
12 and being restricted from doing things just because
they were girls.
That restriction was now creating a dilemma. Betsy
and Trisha were both well-behaved, obedient girls, but
their hike in the woods had brought them to the swim-
ming hole. The cool waters of the little pond looked
ever so inviting. And having the place all to them-
selves was nothing short of incredible!
"Gee I wish we could go swimming."
Her friend reciprocated Trisha's mournful complaint.
"It's not fair that the boys can go swimming whenever
they want, but WE have to have somebody to watch out
for us! We can swim better than the boys can anyway!"
"It doesn't matter anyway. We didn't bring our bathing
suits."
Betsy fell silent, then got a funny look in her eye.
"You know something, Trisha? I once spied on my bro-
thers one time when they were up here. They didn't
have their bathing suits and you know what they did?
They went SKINNY DIPPING!"
"You mean they went in bare assed naked?"
"They sure did! And you know something else Trisha?
I watched them!"
Trisha looked at her friend amazed. "You mean you
watched them when they didn't have any clothes on?"
"Yeah! I hid in the bushes and they didn't even know
I was around. And you know something else. It was
really kind of cool!"
Now Trisha sense of amazement deepened.
"Betsy? What was it like? You know. The boys without
their clothes on and stuff?"
Betsy sat down on the big rock next to the swimming
hole and pondered Trisha's question for a moment.
"I sort of liked it. I could see their bums and their
little thingies and stuff. Being bare-naked didn't
seem to bother them though. They played on the rope
and splashed and did everything they usually do when
we are around. Except they didn't splash us because
we weren't there! After a little while you kind of
forgot they didn't have clothes on. I mean, they were
just playing and stuff like they always do. But when
they first took their clothes off it was kind of dif-
ferent. Their cocks and stuff were hanging and bounc-
ing around and I liked watching that."
"Betsy? What did that look like? You know, their
cocks and stuff?"
Betsy turned to look her friend full in the face.
"Trisha? Haven't you ever seen a boy bare naked?"
Trisha just stared at the ground and looked a little
embarrassed. Betsy immediately sensed the awful truth.
Trisha had never seen a boy without clothes on!
"It was really cool, Trisha. Seeing them with no
clothes on was so different from looking at myself.
It was even different from the time I surprised Mommy
when she was getting dressed and didn't have any
clothes on. I mean like yeah, Mommy had boobies and
a lot of hair down there, but that was all. She
looked just like us, except she had boobies and hair.
But she didn't have anything down there like the boys'
did! They had stuff hanging down there! They had
little cocks hanging down like little tubes and behind
their cocks their balls looked just like little bags.
And their cocks bounced and flopped around when the
guys jumped and ran. But the weirdest thing was when
they came out of the water after swimming. Their
cocks and balls had all kind of shrunk up. The cocks
were a lot littler than they had been when the boys
first took their clothes off, and their ball sacks
were all pulled up tight. After the guys had been
out of the water for a while, things kind of went back
to the way they had been at first. I mean that their
cocks and balls hung down like they had before and
bounced and jiggled like before too!"
Both girls were silent for several minutes contem-
plating. Betsy was thinking about the boys and about
them without their clothes on. It gave her a tight
feeling down between her legs and she liked that
feeling. Trisha was thinking about something else.
"Betsy, why don't we go swimming anyway?"
"Because we didn't bring our suits silly!"
"Betsy, can't we do what the boys did? Just go in
without our suits?"
Betsy looked over at Trisha and saw a very different
look on her face. Something more than a look of maybe
doing something that they wanted to but that their
Moms had told them not to. Something primal and
earthy, though Betsy was far too young and innocent
to recognize it as that.
"OK. But you have to promise never to tell anybody."
Shyly the girls began to slip out of their sneakers
and socks. Even more tentatively, Betsy pulled her
shirt off over her head while Trisha slipped her
shorts down. Looking at each other briefly before
looking away somewhat embarrassed, Trisha then took
her top off while Betsy removed her shorts. The girls
had taken off their clothes in front of each other
dozens of times, but each time before they had their
swimsuits on underneath. They had never been naked
in front of the other. And this time they would be!
They paused, each clad only in a pair of little cotton
panties. Betsy's were white and Trisha's were pink,
but otherwise the cut was the same. They shyly glanced
at each other's topless form, each noting that the
other was just starting to get boobies. Neither girl
was particularly well endowed yet. Their nipples were
slightly hardened, slightly enlarged bumps protruding
from what had shortly before been flat, featureless
chests. While far from requiring the support of a bra,
their developing titties showed a slight roundness
that hinted at the promise of the glorious mammary
treasures that would soon develop.
Simultaneously, they hooked their thumbs into the
waistband of their panties and slipped them down and
off. Hesitantly they glanced at each other's naked
body. Particularly at the slit of flesh at the junc-
tion of their thighs. After all, neither girl had ever
seen another girl naked (Mommies didn't count), let
alone standing naked in front of another. For each it
felt kind of nice being naked. It also felt kind of
nasty. And that made it feel even better! And while
their sensations could not exactly be termed lustful,
each felt a slight tightening down in her own little
girl spot as she looked at her friend's little
crevasse. And that tightening felt very nice!
The moment passed and the two girls turned and raced
to the water. In moments they were yelling and
splashing exactly as they had countless times before.
Lost in their play, each girl soon became quite
oblivious to her own nakedness and that of her friend.
After a considerable session of swimming and playing
and swinging on the rope, the two tired young ladies
hauled themselves out of the water and stretched out
on the grass beside the pond. At first they just sat
there catching their breath and relaxing after their
strenuous play. But Trisha soon noticed that Betsy
was no longer carrying her half of their conversation.
She looked over at Betsy and noticed that her friend
was staring at her. Particularly down at her legs,
or more precisely at her little slit at the junction
of her legs.
"Trisha," Betsy began, sounding very tentative. "I
thought all girls were supposed to be the same. But
you're different down there than I am." Betsy's one
viewing of her Mother offered no help here, for though
Betsy could definitely tell that Mommy had a slit like
her own, the hair that Mommy had down there obscured
the fine details of her feminine apparatus.
Trisha paused, then looked down at the slit of her sex.
Then she looked at Betsy's. Betsy was right! They
were different! Whereas Betsy had a tight single slit,
Trisha's slit was more divided at the top before
merging to a single grove just at the point where she
could not longer see the grove as it disappeared be-
tween her legs. There was a slight fleshy bulge
forcing the division. Also, the skin on each side of
her slit was not quite as full and rounded as Betsy's.
Her crotch looked flatter when compared with Betsy's
while Betsy's gave more of an impression of a slight
mound. If she had stopped to think about that speci-
fic feature it might not have puzzled her as much as
it was doing since she was a lot more slender than
Betsy was to begin with. But Trisha was not being
very analytical at the moment. She was too intrigued
with the actual characteristics of her friend's little
vulva and how they compared with her own. Trisha
noted that they both looked very sleek and smooth down
there. Neither as yet sported any pubic hair that
would obscure a visual study of her girlish goodies.
It was intriguing. It was also kind of sexy.
"Betsy? I'll let you look at me if I can look at you."
With that age-old 'Show me yours and I'll show you
mine' line, the two girls looked at each other and
nodded their mutual assent. They shifted their
positions so that they were semi-reclined, each
leaning against the right leg of the other while
their left legs were cocked at the knee, opening and
revealing their innocent young snatches for mutual
inspection. Each girl was now free to examine her
friend's most special spot.
Shyly each girl reached out and touched the inner
thigh of her friend. Each was amazed at how soft
and smooth the flesh felt. So much like her own,
and yet so different. It was also so neat to be
able to see everything down there! One of the
curses of the female anatomy is that a girl can't
see the full details of her own pussy. And a mirror
just isn't the same.
After a few minutes of 'get acquainted' touching,
each girl's explorations began to zero in towards
her friend's tight sex slit. And each girl gave a
little shudder of pleasure as her friend's hand
closed on her vulva. They rubbed and stroked the
sensitive flesh that was offered to them and took
full advantage of this unique opportunity to study
the details of a female pussy. They stroked the soft
flesh of each other's outer labia, and in their
stroking parted slightly the slit that ran through
the middle.
"Oh that feels nice."
The two girls giggled because the same sentiment had
been voiced by each simultaneously!
"Do you really like it?" Trisha asked Betsy somewhat
hesitantly.
"Oh do I! It's even better than ..."
"Than what?"
Betsy hesitated before replying. "Even better that
when I do it myself," she finished shyly.
"Betsy! Do you really touch yourself down there?"
Trisha sounded amazed. "I thought I was the only girl
who did that," she added softly. The girls smiled at
each other delighting in this little bit of shared
intimacy.
"Trisha? Does it feel good when you do it? It does
when I do."
"Does it ever! I love how it feels when I rub down
there. It feels all nice and tingly. Especially when
I touch the little bump in front. Right where your
finger is now."
Trisha gave a little shudder of delight as Betsy
pressed her finger harder against the little clitoris
in front of her. Betsy loved being able to elicit
this response from her friend and began rolling and
rubbing Trisha's clit more actively. In return for
this delightful stimulation, Trisha began to rub her
hand harder and faster over the sleek, smooth flesh
of Betsy's vulva. It always felt good when she did
this to herself and she wanted to make her friend feel
that good too.
As she rubbed her middle finger slipped into the
groove of Betsy's sex. Trisha could feel a moistness
there that was just like the wetness she felt at her
own slit when she rubbed herself. She remembered that
the first time she felt it she thought she had wet
herself, but the moisture didn't smell like pee and
it didn't feel like pee. It felt sort of slippery and
didn't smell bad at all. Once she had even stuck out
her tongue and licked a little taste of the juice
from her fingers! The taste wasn't bad either! Of
even greater interest to her though, even greater than
the discovery that her friend got slick and wet between
her legs just like she did, was the discovery of a hard
little bump nestled between the folds of Betsy's labia.
"Oh Betsy! You have a little bump down between your
legs just like I do! Does it feel good when I touch
it?"
Betsy's response was delayed as she moaned with plea-
sure as Trisha began to play with her excited clitty.
Finally Betsy replied, "Does it ever! That's where I
like to touch myself the best!"
Encouraged by the knowledge that she was giving her
friend the kind of pleasure that she herself experi-
enced during masturbation, Trish commenced rubbing
Betsy with the same sort of enthusiasm and energy
that she frequently applied to her own pussy late at
night when she was supposed to be asleep. She rubbed
the smooth plain of Betsy's crotch and ran her fingers
up and down and across Betsy's sex slit. She let her
middle finger press along the length of Betsy's girl
gash. In general she tried to do everything to Betsy
that she enjoyed doing to herself. It was working as
Betsy's moaning and purring increased. And Trisha
was soon moaning with pleasure as well for Betsy was
rubbing and exploring her pussy with equal enthusiasm.
Both girls had experienced the delights of orgasmic
relief during their private masturbation sessions.
Since each was now doing to the other exactly what
she enjoyed doing to herself, not to mention the
added excitement of having someone else to play with,
the result was a foregone conclusion. The girls'
rubbing was soon added to by a mutual squirming and
thrusting of hips. The little glade in which they
lay was full of young girlish voices moaning of
pleasure as each was brought closer and closer to
climax.
Suddenly Betsy added a new dimension to her manipula-
tion of Trisha's genitals. Recently she had been
slipping a finger past her outer lips and deep into
her own little hole while she diddled herself and
she had really enjoyed it. So she figured that if
she liked it then Trisha would too!
Into Trisha's tight little sexual chamber slipped
Betsy's finger. It felt strange and different and
even a little frightening. It also felt so incredibly
good! Trisha had let the tip of her own finger probe
slightly between her labia folds before. She had even
slipped her finger inside her special girl hole. But
just a little way and never as far as Betsy's finger
was currently probing. Trisha responded to the
delightful invasion with an orgasmic explosion that
set her limbs to twitching and quivering.
Perhaps more involuntarily than by design, Trisha
thrust her finger deeply into Betsy's little cooze.
The effect was the same regardless and Betsy
responded to Trisha's finger inside her by going over
the brink into her own orgasmic whirlpool. The two
girls twitched and moaned their way through their
orgasms, squirmed and bucking their innocent little
pussies around the invading digits. Occasionally
each girl would flex or wiggle their finger within
the folds of her friend's hole. That just made
things feel ever so much nicer.
Slowly their sexual tremors subsided. Betsy turned
about so that she could lie face to face next to
Trisha. The girls were both very quiet, though there
was a great deal of smiling at each other. Eye
contact would be made and held, then suddenly broken
by an intrusion of shyness. Though neither girl
could fully comprehend all the feelings that were
rushing through her, each basked in their post-
orgasmic afterglow and the nearness of the other's
soft, naked body. Both girls had thoroughly enjoyed
their mutual masturbation and yet they were both a
bit uncertain as to exactly what they should do now.
"That was nice," Betsy said. Trisha agreed and leaned
over and gave her friend a kiss. Despite what they
had just experienced together, Betsy was at first a
bit shocked. Despite the delightful sex play they had
just shared, kissing on the lips seemed so erotically
different! Then she leaned over and returned Trisha's
kiss. The two girls snuggled together, very content
in the warmth of the summer day and the tenderness of
each other's arms.
-The End -
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