Her sobs stopped at last and she cuddled against me for support and understanding. The closeness and lovely tenderness we were sharing lingered on. Then it slowly changed from sympathy and need for support-to a need for love and release. Trinket's hand stole hesitantly to my full tit. Her fingertips brushed my nipple ever so lightly. My skin burned to her touch. When I didn't push her away, she became bolder. Her fingertips traced around the edge of my areola and drew upwards, across the nipple; peaking at the top and making my tits come to attention.
After two days of clumsy lovemaking from John it was wonderful to be touched by someone who understood what a woman really needed. Her touch was soft, educated and careful. She touched the right places with just the right pressure. When her lips found my nipples, they made me burn. My tits seemed to melt with the slow, wonderful combination of her lips and tongue.
She worked on my tit for some time before I let my hands steal out and undo her shirt. Following her example, I was very careful and gentle. I didn't apply pressure at all. Instead I caressed her with featherlike strokes. My heart was beating much faster than normal and it sped up even more as I saw her nipples stiffen. I allowed my fingers to roam from her slender shoulders to the top of her jeans, pushing her shirt back and out of the way. Her flesh turned to goosebumps as I worked. It was delightful to know that I was really turning her on.
Her hand left my tits and began to slide up and down the inside of my cloth-covered thighs. She let them dance over the top of my legs and across my lower belly. Then she found my zipper. Taking the slide in her fingers, she worked it down an inch at a time, until it reached the bottom. She sighed as she caught a glimpse of the white nylon under the pants. She didn't need any coaxing to force the snap at the top open. I helped her spread them back so a triangle of my panties showed.
I found the snap on her jeans and popped it open. I forced the zipper to come down. She wasn't wearing any panties. My fingers slipped lightly over her exposed tummy and went as low as they'd go without my having to change her position against me. I let my fingers tease and caress the top edge of her pubis. She drew little designs on the exposed part of my panties. Her lips stayed on my tit and her tongue continued to send delightful shivers coursing through me.
Her hands started trying to get my jeans down, and I shifted enough that she could work them off my thighs, baring my panties. She also shifted and tugged her own jeans down so she was exposed and I could touch her. My fingers rubbed past her pubic bone and down onto her puffy cuntlips. She shivered and spread her thighs, as wide as she could, with her pants still hooked at her knees. I thrilled as her fingers worked.
We both needed more! Without a word we came apart and worked our jeans off, setting them aside. I left my panties on for the time being. The light bikini seemed more seductive than the lewd, naked fur and I was trying to give my little friend the most in pleasure. My fingers rubbed her juicy split. I paid special attention to the gentle rise of the hill which peeked above her clit. I ignored her cunt entrance for the time being.
She wasn't ignoring mine. She pressed against the slippery cloth, rubbing and pushing. She made my cunt overheat and become sloppy wet. She played that way as long as she could stand it before forcing my panties down and off. The sun was high overhead now. We'd gotten a late start because of the extra work. It had taken a long time to calm her and now we were making love.
Hitler barked a couple of times, but we ignored him. Our fingers found each other's bloated cuntlips at the same time and we began to rub them lightly. The itch swelled deep inside my belly and I could tell by the way she squirmed that Trinket was at the same level. In another few minutes we stretched out end to end on the blanket so we could sixty-nine. Her cunt smelled musty. Not enough to offend, as we all stayed pretty clean, but just enough to excite me. Her soft, full cunt lips tasted of sweat. There was a trace of urine at her piss-hole.
I dipped my tongue lower as she started hungrily on mine and tasted her cuntjuice. She shivered happily and tilted her cunt higher so I could dig inside and clean her out. Her lips locked around my inner cuntlips and sucked them into her mouth. I moaned and purred with delight. I worked my finger against her asshole and gently pushed it inside. Her tongue found my clit button and turned it on. I pulsed with the exciting, agonizing itch. I locked my thighs around her head and ground my bushy pussy into her face.
Trinket twisted so I was on my back and she was on top of me. I gasped as she worked two of her fingers inside my cunt. She began twisting them around and running them back and forth. I moved my tongue upward so I could lick her clit. Pushing my middle finger as deep into her ass as I could, I worked my thumb into her cunt and began to wiggle it around. I squeezed the flesh between the two fingers, making her moan.
We rolled and ground our bodies together, remaining locked, end to end, like a couple of wrestlers. One minute she'd be on top and the next I'd be. We held each other's heads tightly against our heated pussies. I kept my hands away from her tits because I knew how tender they were, but she got a handful of mine. Bolts of lightning shot through my tits as she massaged my big nipples.
I caressed and teased the crack of her ass and the small of her back. It was delicious. It turned me on almost as much as it did her. Our lovemaking, as frantic as it was, was tender and understanding. We wanted only to please each other and take our minds off the trouble for a while. Our bodies were on fire. We were at the point of being oblivious to anything but the demanding desire. Yet we weren't in any hurry to grab for release.
Her cunt began to throb around my thumb and her pelvis pushed into my face with more urgency as we rolled about. Her fingers left my tits and dug deep into the sides of my cunt. She explored my pussy from every angle. God, but those fingers felt wonderful. So did her tongue, lips and other hand. It was exciting to just feel her body rubbing against mine.
Trinket's cuntjuice poured from her hole. It ran in a river along my thumb and trickled across my wrist. Her cunt was grabbing my invading finger and trying to milk it. She lost control and shot upward, like she was tied to a rocket. I felt her shoot into a powerful orbit and hover there for a long time, trapped in a limbo of passion, before she finally relaxed. Her tongue, which had stopped working on me while she climaxed, started licking and whipping the center of my cunt again. She sent me orbiting in my own rocket ship.
The power and electricity built in me, staying trapped inside and filling me. I reached my bursting point. My system released me from the delightful torture and my cunt grabbed Trinket's fingers. I almost flattened her fingers as my cunt pulsed in heated gratitude. Juice poured from my twat and my clit hummed with pent-up fury.
I shook violently and almost mashed the girl's head between my thighs as I stiffened. I held myself rigid for a long minute to enjoy every last glorious thrill of the orgasm. Then I relaxed and let Trinket escape. She twisted around and lay with her head on my breast, showering me with kisses and loving hugs. 'You're wonderful,' she sighed. 'So are you,' I answered.
'Oh my God! It's way past lunch!' 'We're in trouble!' Trinket nodded bleakly. We reached quickly for our clothes; they were gone! 'We're in real trouble,' Trinket moaned. 'Someone was here while we were making out!' We knew there wasn't any choice but to go back and face the music. It was bad enough to have missed our chores. But to have made love to each other, without being ordered to, was a mortal sin. We were strictly for the men's pleasure. Jack Rabbit didn't like us to do things that might make us less willing or too tired to satisfy the boys.
The trip back was rough. We were barefoot and the ground was hot and rugged. We had gone against the leader's wishes and knew we wouldn't get away with it. We talked of excuses and decided against it. We talked about hiding until dark and then trying to steal our clothes and running off, but knew it wouldn't work. Our only choice was to face the music. Then if we wanted to leave, we could go without trouble. We walked directly to the leader's shack. The rest of the people fell silently in behind us. We were naked, but we held our heads deliberately high. Neither of us made any attempt to stop for our clothing.
My feet were skinned, bleeding and bruised, but I was too scared to notice. Jack Rabbit was standing on the wooden porch waiting for us as we walked toward him. We stopped at the step directly in front of him. The others formed a half circle around us and waited. 'They wanted to wallow in filth together-for punishment they will!' Jack Rabbit growled sternly. 'Take them to the privy.'
Trinket and I looked at each other in surprise and fearful curiosity. I had no idea of what was going to happen. Four of the boys led us to the outdoor toilet. Two of them held us as the other two started to tip it over. Trinket and I looked at each other. It sank in! 'Noooo!'-' Trinket wailed, starting to bawl.
I bit my lip bravely. I refused to give them the satisfaction of knowing how horrible I felt. The boys tipped the two-seater all the way over. The other two pushed us forward and shoved us into the deep pit. Then the other two tipped it back over the hole again. We were both off balance when we fell into the four feet of squishy,
