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From: nostrumo@nienor.IN-Berlin.DE (Nostrumo)
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Subject: TG: Buried in Girl
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Date: 19 Sep 1995 23:46:41 +0200
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Hi.
Two girls just shared EVERYTHING and this means alos theeir rather
unusual cousin.
As ever I DIDN'T write this story and haven't any claim on it. If
you have some usefull hints or some good coments, your mail is then
welcome. Flames, you know, they will be piped to /dev/null.
Enjoy the story.
Ciao
Nostrumo
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> cut here with a sharp knife <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
Buried in Girl
Donna stepped out of the pool of petticoats at her feet and stood before her
cousin and her girlfriend, Betty, stripped to her bra, panties, garter-belt,
nylons and heels. It was very familiar to Joanne, but Betty could never keep
her eyes off the thick girl-cock in Donna's sheer panties. Donna approached
the girls as they sat side by side still fully dressed on the edge of Betty's
bed.
Donna looked and felt like a shy virgin, undressing for her lover for the
very first time. But it wasn't the first time... for any of them. It just
seemed that way. The reverence that the highschool girls held for one
another and for their mutual physical attraction had that characteristically
feminine quality of slowly mounting lust. That appreciation for each step on
path that was the long way around on the route to gratification. Donna's
moist, red lips were parted, her lower lip almost trembling, her whole body
grown taut and supersensitized as though being touched and caressed only by
her lovers' eyes.
Then she was being touched and her breath drew it quickly, startled at her
own sensitivity. Betty's fingers feather-touched their way down Donna's side
from just below her bra, noticing the smooth, hour-glass curving sweep from
her ribs to her garter-belt encircled waist to the swell of her panty-covered
hip and down along the outside of her thigh and onto her stocking-top. Donna
shivered and Joanne squeezed the long slender fingers of her other hand,
sharing knowledge of what her loving cousin must be feeling as her girlfriend
caressed her. Donna's girl-cock stirred within her sheer panties and erected
more fully without being touched. Both girls couldn't help but watch its
progress but restrained themselves from touching it.
Watching it, Joanne began to unbutton her sweater. She never took her eyes
off the slowly swelling erection, but she knew Donna would be watching her
bra and breasts come into view. And she knew that showing herself to Donna
would arouse her even further. Betty took Donna's hand as Joanne released
the other, as though they had to have some contact to believe all this love
was real. She watched the cousins and when Joanne was naked to the waist
except for her pretty pink bra, they both finally looked up from Donna's even
fuller, but not fully erect girl-cock and into Donna's deeply serious
appreciative eyes. A few moments later, Betty repeated the process, for
Donna to watch, unbuttoning her blouse and revealing her breasts and nipples
nestled in her sheer lace-cup white underwire bra.
Donna's pussy-prick was now turgid and stretching her panties, a moist spot
appearing at the tip of her feminized penis. The girls' nipples were
likewise stiff and thick and their panties wet with readying lubrication.
Yet not an intimately placed touch or even a kiss had passed between them.
Joanne took Betty's hand and guided it to the front of Donna's panties and
touched her girlfriend's fingers to the thin nylon covering the underside of
the head of her cousin's near full erection. Donna cried out with soft
little whimpers of pleasure, her breath ragged.
Betty reached for the elastic waistband of Donna's panties and with another
startled, quick breath from Donna she began to slowly pull them down. She
studiously avoided touching the rampent lady-pleaser as it sprung free and
bobbed before their eyes. Donna was weak-kneed and needed support from both
girls to step out of her panties. Betty picked up the whisp of sheer nylon
brief panties still warm with Donna's bodyheat and inhaled them and sought
out the wet spot in their front and licked it, smearling the pale pink nylon
with her red lipstick. Holding the panties by their wet spot in her lips,
she half rose from her seat on the bed, reached under her full skirts and
petticoats and deftly removed her own sheer nylon bikini panties in one
graceful sweep. She turned them inside out and with two fingers pushed the
soaking pantycrotch into Donna's mouth to taste and suck.
Joanne took off her panties, like Betty revealing nothing as she did so but a
plethora of petticoat hems. Like Donna she wore brief-cut sheer Vanity Fair
panties. She held them up for Donna to sniff, then for Betty to do the same.
Then she drapped them over Donna's fully erect pussy-prick as though it were
a clothes line. She let them dangle there for a moment then Betty grasped
the thick shaft wrapped in her cousin's panties and began to masturbate her.
Donna thought she would faint of pleasure and her knees buckled.
They lay Donna on the bed and mounted her. Betty on her upthrust girl-cock,
Donna on her face. They spread their full circle-skirts and petticoats out
about them facing one another and kissed and fondled one another's
bra-covered breasts. Donna had completely disappeared from view. She was
entirly buried in girl! Impaled and smoothered in pussy!
When Betty's mother stuck her head in the door to see how the girls were
doing, she didn't even know she was witnessing a fucking. She saw two girls
sitting on the bed facing one another. They had their skirts on, but their
blouses and sweaters off and Betty's bra was in her lap. Joanne was
unhooking her bra and Betty slipping Joanne's bra-straps down off her
shoulders to help her remove it. Betty simply said, "Hi Mom. We were just
going to try on each other's bras. Isn't this pink bra of Joanne's pretty?"
Mom paid no attention to the heap of Donna's clothes on the floor. Betty's
room was never completely picked up anyway. "You girls!" Betty's mother said
in semi-moch exaspiration. "You share EVERYTHING! Don't you?"
It sounded to Betty's mother like there were three girls bursting into
laughter at that astute parental observation; one a sort of muffled echo.
But Betty managed to talk through her laughter, "Yes, Mom!" She could barely
get the thought out that Joanne knew she was going to say. "We share
abosolutely EVERYTHING!" and the girls regaled in hysteria. Betty's mom
just shook her head and closed the door, smiling at their fun but wondering
why she didn't always get it. After all, she had been a teenage girl once,
too. It wasn't that long ago. Was it?
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