Snowbound, Page 1
By Leslie Schmidt
Marie was sitting in the bathtub when her aunt came in with her little cousin in tow.
“Is it alright if I put Bobby in with you?”
The idea of splashing around with her little four year old cousin sounded fun. “Sure!”
“Do you want to take a bath with Marie?” her mom asked the little boy.
“YES!,” he chimed, then started tugging at his shirt.
The little one was soon stripped, Marie moved back, pulling her knees up under her chin, as her cousin climbed over the edge, then plopped into the soapy water, sending a splash into Marie's face and a wave up the tub.
The two played for a couple of minutes, getting water on the floor, soaking the mat and sending the family tom cat running. Her mother had left, warning the ten year old to be careful and make sure her little cousin didn't get soap in his eyes.
After a couple of minutes, the girl's motherly instincts took over.
“Here, let's get you washed.”
Marie soaped up a washcloth and started rubbing it on Bobby's shoulders, then she worked down his arms to his hands. The little boy just sat and watched, holding still.
“Close your eyes while I rinse,” she said as she picked up a plastic cup that had been floating with them and poured it over his head. The water streamed down, straightening his blond hair down over his forehead. He pursed his lips and blew out, making a burping sound, then opened his eyes, blinking.
The washcloth had sunk, Marie looked around for it but, when she didn't immediately find it, she soaped up her hands and started washing her little cousin's chest and up under his arms. They were sitting in the waist deep water, facing each other. Bobby was sitting cross-legged, Marie was kneeling back on her heals. As she soaped up the little boy's stomach her hand brushed against something where she hadn't expected there to be anything. She pulled her hands back and was surprised to see Bobby's penis sticking up out of the water, the reddish-pink end looked like a little bald head.
Marie eyes grew big as she stared down at this—she had never really paid attention to the little piece of flesh that Bobby had, she had helped her mother and aunt change him when he was a baby—he was just a little boy. She had seen her daddy's occasionally, (on the rare weekends she spent with him) when he just got out of the shower and even a few times when they had gone camping in tents on the beach, away from where most people were.
Without thinking she reached down and touched it, wondering what it felt like.
“Noooo....” Bobby giggled and batted her hand out of the way. “That's my privates...” he laughed.
This brought Marie back to reality. Her mother and her father, at different times, had told her NEVER to let someone touch her privates. Suddenly, Marie was sure she had done something wrong. She snatched her hands back.
“I'm sorry,” she said. She really didn't know what to do next, she felt real uncomfortable, but Bobby had found the wash cloth and had lifted it out of the water. He was flattening it out on the edge of the tub, ignoring her.
Just then, her mom walked in. “How are you two doing?”
“I'm ready to get out,” Marie said and she stood up.
“Ok,” Mom said, and she moved aside to let the dripping girl by her. “You two got a lot of water on the floor.”
Marie pulled a towel off the counter and started drying herself.
“Come on, you, stand up,” Mom said as she pulled Bobby to his feet. Immediately, Marie noticed that his penis was again just hanging down, much smaller that it had been just a minute ago.
Mom opened the drain, then took the hand sprayer and turned on the water, adjusting its temperature. She fished around for the wash cloth that had found its way back into the tub, then started spraying the boy down. Marie watched as she washed him and, again, when the wash cloth rubbed across his crotch his penis got hard and started sticking up.
“Why does it do that?” Marie asked.
Her mother was a little surprised, she hadn't really noticed the little boys erection.
“Oh, little boys get like that if you rub against them.”
“Why?”
Sherry looked at her daughter, wrapped in a towel. “Well, a man's penis has to get that way so it can go up inside you, you know, so a baby can start growing in your belly.”
Marie hadn't really thought of that before, but it made sense when you thought about it. She had always known that men and women did that to make a baby, her mother had sort of explained things to her in pieces all her life. She had seen dogs pink things sticking out when they mated.
“Does that mean he wants to make a baby?” Marie asked.
“No silly,” her mother answered, turning back to finish washing the boy. “He can't make babies yet. He has to grow up a lot more before he can be a daddy, the same as you have a lot more growing to do before you can be a mommy.” She shut off the water and lifted the boy, dripping, out of the tub. “Now you go get your PJs on before you catch a cold.”
Marie wrapped the towel around herself and went to her room. She pulled on panties and her warm flannel PJs, it was a cold night, it and snowed most of the day. Her feet were cold so she hunted around and found her thick pink socks, the ones with rubber on the bottom, under the corner of her bed, then went down stairs.
She had just settled in front of the television when the front door opened. Her other cousin, Billy, came in with a blast of cold air and a few snowflakes. He stomped on the mat, shaking bits of snow off his shoes.
“Hi Billy! How was work?”
The sixteen year old had an after school job bagging and cart wrangling at the grocery store. “It sucked! It's just too fucking cold.”
“BILLY! WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE!” his mother (Marie's aunt) called from the kitchen.
Billy looked at his little cousin with an 'I've been busted' smile. “Sorry Mom.”
Marie smiled back up at him, both laughing and sort of shared his embarrassment. His mother came into the living room, wiping her hands on a towel. “I saved a plate for you, hun. I can zap it in the microwave.”
“Thanks,” he said. “Let me get out of my shoes and change some, my feet are freezing.” He was hanging his coat up. He looked out the window at the front walk. He'd have to shovel the sidewalk before school The city had an ordinance and he knew his Mom couldn't afford a fine.
As he went through to the hallway he said, “Have you heard anything from Dad?”
“He sent an e-mail,” his mother replied. Says it's too cold for anyone to move right now so they're just hanging around the barracks and playing video games.”
Bill's father was three months into a years' deployment to Afghanistan with his National Guard unit. For the year his aunt, Margret, had moved in. His mom had explained that Sherry's ex, Marie's dad, had never been good about paying child support and she was really struggling. Still, Bill wasn't too hot on sharing his bedroom with his four year old brother so Marie could have her own room. But, then again, now his mom and aunt were sharing a room like when they were kids too. But, he kind of wondered why Marie and Steve couldn't share and let him have his own room.
Since his dad had left he had sort of taken over as 'the man of the house.' Mainly, this was a real drag—the snow shoveling never ended and, when the snow melted, he knew he'd have to do the mowing. He went into his bedroom. Stevey was playing with some Duplos on the floor.
“Hi kid,” Bill greeted his little brother.
“Hi, I'm making an airplane!”
“Oh, cool,” Bill squatted down next to his brother.
“It's like Daddy's,” the little one said.
A wave of sadness and anxiety swept over the young man. He knew his father was relatively safe, maintaining airplanes on a large Air Force base but, still, occasionally you heard about suicide bombers in trucks and the like.
The little boy stood up and started flying the blocky plane around the room, making whrrrring noises. “It's a fighter!” he said.
“Pretty neat.” Bill sat on his bed and pulled his shoes off, then his socks. His feet and toes were white from the cold. His jeans were wet up to his knees, he stood and pulled them off, then lay them over a chair. He was standing in his briefs when he saw his cousin in the doorway. She ducked down the hall, he'd forgotten to close the door. He smiled a little to himself, half embarrassed.
That night, Sherry, Marie's mother went out with a guy she had met somewhere. The kids all went to bed in turn, first Stevey who had a bedtime of nine, just after Bill got home. Then Marie was in bed by ten and Bill stayed up until eleven doing some math homework. Again, he wished he had his own room, he didn't like studying in the dining room, but his little brother was asleep in his room. He and his mother both turned off the lights at about the same time.
Marie woke up when she heard her mother come in. The clock on her dresser read 1:14. She pretended to be asleep when her mom looked in on her. She came into the room and stood over her daughter, watching her 'sleep'. She leaned down and kissed her head.
“Mmmm, hi Mommy.”
“Hi Dear. Sleep tight. I love you.”
“I love you too, Mommy.”
Sherry went out, leaving the door open. Marie listened as she went into the master bedroom next door. She could hear her mom and aunt talking, they didn't know that the heating vents allowed her to hear everything they said. She was also always curious about the men her mom went out with.
“How'd it go?” she heard her aunt ask.
“Oh, alright, I guess. He's a bit of a...well, you know...the kind of guy who buys you dinner and expects you to put out.”
“You mean a jerk.”
“No, no...he's really kind of nice. He's just, well, he wants more than I do.”
“Yeah, he wants to screw,” Margret said.
“Well, he's actually really sweet, I took pity on him.”
“Sherry! You didn't! Did you?”
“No we didn't, don't worry,” Sherry said. “I just gave him a hand job.”
“What?!....”
Sherry started laughing. “He was really kind of pitiful—I'll bet he had a hell of a case of blue-balls. So, well, he left his mark out front in the car.”
“Shit Sherry, what if one of the neighbors saw?”
“There were no lights on, no one would know,” she paused, then went into the bathroom. “Anyway, it'll keep him coming back.”
“Yeah,” Margret said. “Just 'cause he'll expect to be 'cumming' every time you go out.”
“I don't mind. It's not like I had to swallow his spunk or anything.”
“He'll expect more every time until you end up in bed. You better make sure you don't present Marie with a little sister.”
“Don't worry,” Sherry said. “I know how to deal with guys.”
The water started to run and Marie heard the sound of her mother brushing her teeth. A few moments later she heard her aunt say, “Good night dear.”
“Good night Marge.”
The dim light that Marie could see in the hall, leaking out from under the door to the master bedroom, went out. -----------------
Two days later, Marie was sitting on her best friend's bed at a sleep over. The two girls were playing a video game, the cords from their controllers were strung across the room to the game console and TV on Vickie's dresser. Each girl had a character on the screen, their futuristic warriors were battling through a series of rooms full of monsters, robots, and gargoyles. Behind them, the girls left a path of carnage. Somewhere a register in the game's programming kept tally of the body count, when it reached 24B (hex) they'd graduate to the next higher level. There was no equivalent register counting down the amount of ammunition the girls had.
Vickie's older sister, Laura, came in and sat down next to them.
“I get the next round.”
“How bout if we just hook up the other controller?” Vickie asked as she nuked a 25 foot tall robot.
“It's not working. The joystick's fucked up—all floppy like.”
“Like your boyfriend?” Vickie giggled.
“No, his stick's always stiff,” Laura said back to her little sister in a conspiratorial tone.
Marie's character blasted its way through a wall into the next room, Vickie ran in behind her and, together, they engaged a brown dragon who alternately spat fire or had laser beams shoot out of its eyes. She really didn't know what to say, so she decided to not say anything.
“That what you were doing when I came home?” Vicky asked in a teasing, laughing voice.
“That's none of your business,” the older girl said.
“Laura was giving her boyfriend a blow job in the living room when I got home from school. He was all moaning and groaning,” Vickie said to Marie.
“And if you ever tell Mom I'll kill you, you little brat,” Laura said.
“You did that?” Marie asked. Her character took two rocket blasts and fell down, shaking his head.
“Well, I'm not going to go all the way with him—I could get pregnant.”
“Did he shoot in your mouth?” Vickie asked.
“Yes, if you must know, he came in my mouth.”
“Euuuuuwwwww!” both girls said simultaneously.
“I'd make him go home and jerk off thinking about me,” Vickie said. Her character took three RPGs in short order and was blown up. “SHIT!” She dropped the controller.
“I don't mind,” Laura said. “Ron's a lot of fun. Anyway, he always returns the favor...” She grabbed her little sisters head and rubbed her knuckles back and forth in her hair, “Unless he's interrupted by a little sister!”
“I guess you'll just have to use your vibrator and think about him,” Vicky laughed.
The gargoyles were ganging up on Marie, it was only a matter of time before she died.
“If I can get it away from you,” Laura said.
One of the gargoyles threw a saw blade and it neatly sliced Marie's character in half and he exploded.
Laura picked up Vickie's controller and paged through the menus, finding her character and selecting it. Then the game started anew, this time with Laura and Marie. About half way through the first level Marie handed her controller to Vicky. “Here, I need to run to the bathroom.”
“Hey, bring some chips and a coke,” Laura called after Marie as she left.
A couple of minutes later, Marie searched around the unfamiliar kitchen. She found two cans of Coke in the fridge but took a Dr. Pepper for herself. The chips were on top of the refrigerator so she had to move a chair across the room and climb up on it to reach the bag of Ruffles. She had her arms full when she came back into her friends bedroom.
“Here, pause it,” Vickie said.
Marie put the cans on the bed, then went to the console and pushed a button, the screen froze with missiles in mid-flight.
The three, two ten year olds and the older high schooler, sat in in circle on the floor and opened their drinks. Marie was really curious about Laura's boyfriend but didn't want to just ask her right out. Luckily, Vickie brought the subject up.
“Are you going out when Mom and Dad get home?”
“Well, Charlie gets off at 11:30. I think we'll go out then.”
“Nothing's open that late,” Vickie pointed out.
“We'll just hang out at his place.”
“I'll bet something will be hanging out.”
“Geez Vickie, is that all you think about?” Laura said, rolling her eyes.
“Well, you're always doing it,” her little sister responded.
“We're not 'always doing it,'” Laura responded. “And, anyway, it's none of your business.”
“What's it like?” Marie was suddenly embarrassed, she didn't know why she'd blurted the question out. Both Laura and Vickie looked at her in surprise. “I mean, his thing, his...penis, what's it like?”
Vickie giggled at the question and Laura chuckled but then she got a conspiratorial but amused look on her face. “Well, it's about this long,” she indicated a bit less that a foot with her hands, “and about that big around,” she held her fingers up, holding them a little more than an inch apart.
Now Vickie really did giggle.
“The skin is really smooth but it slides around on it.” She paused, thinking, “The head is kind of spungy, softer, and really sensitive and warm.”
“And he shoots his stuff out?”
“Yeah, after you rub it for a while it gets real hard and he, well, he kind of looses control and starts—well, you know, have you ever rubbed yourself?”
Now Marie was really embarrassed. She did rub herself almost every night, it made her sleep better.
“But guys shoot that...” Vickie chimed in.
Now Laura started to laugh, “Yeah, the other night he hit the roof of the car.” All three girls started laughing.
“It shoots that far?!” Marie asked.
“Not always, usually it just sort of dribbles out but, if he's really hot, hasn't done it for a few days, then there's a lot more.”
“Really?” Vickie asked.
“Yeah, guys sort of save it up. In fact, they have to get rid of it every few days or they get blue balls.”
“What's that?” Vickie asked. Marie just kept her mouth shut, she was learning lots.
“Well, if a guy doesn't cum every few days his balls start to ache. Charlie said that a guy can even get some sort of like infection sometimes. He called it 'epidytamustis' or something like that. That's why guys are always jerking off.”
The younger girls giggled more.
“If they can't get a girl, a guy just goes off into the bathroom and...” Laura made a motion with her hand and they all three broke out laughing.
Then Laura's phone rang and she dug it out of her pocket. Looking at the display, she jumped up and ran out of the room with the phone.
“Charlie calling,” Vickie said.
“Does she really do that?” Marie asked Vickie.
“Today I caught them when I came home from school. I forgot my key so I climbed into the back yard—Mommy sometimes leaves the back door unlocked—and when I got to it they were on the couch. He had his pants open and Laura was leaning down sucking on him, moving her head up and down.”
Both girls laughed.
“He had his head back like this.” She lifted her face and closed her eyes, breathing hard. “He pushed up a couple of times and Laura sort of—well, I think he was shooting in her mouth because she had her eyes closed real hard and kind of,...she didn't like it. But then she sat up and they talked and laughed.”
“What was his thing like?”
“Oh, she was holding it, it was sort of bouncing and leaning over. But that's when I went around and came in the kitchen door. They were all scrambling around and trying to look like they were just watching TV when I came in.”
“I don't think I'd do that, it sounds yukkie,” Vickie continued on after a pause.
“I don't know, I'd just like to see what it's like,” Marie responded. Then, “Does she really have a vibrator.”
“No,” Vickie jumped up and ran to her drawer, “I do.” She lifted it from her top drawer, a shiny gold penis shaped dildo, about a foot long and maybe an inch in diameter. She rotated the black knob at the base and it started buzzing. “I took it out from under her bed before Mom went in and vacuumed. She'd of been so busted!”
“Does she know you have it?”
“Mom, oh NO! She'd be real mad.”
“No, I mean Laura,” Marie said.
“Yeah...she says she doesn't need it with Charlie around.”
“Let me see it,” Marie asked, reaching out.
Vickie turned it off and brought it to her friend. Marie inspected it with wide eyes. She turned it on, then started to giggle when she discovered that the 'on/off' switch was actually a speed control.
“Do you really?” she looked at her friend with an incredulous look.
“Oh yeah. It feels real good to, well, sort of rub it against you.”
“Do you put it up, you know, in you?” Marie asked.
“Sometimes,” Vickie fidgeted a little nervously, the conversation was suddenly making her self-conscious.
At that moment they heard a car door close and the dog, somewhere else in the house, started to bark.
“Mom and Dad's home!” Vickie said. She grabbed the dildo and put it away, then turned on the game again. By the time Vickie's father knocked on the door, then looked in, the girls were seated on the floor battling it out, their cans next to them and a half eaten bag of chips between them.
He came into the room and looked down at the TV, watching the electronic mayhem and blood-letting. Although he was prematurely bald, Kevin Warren wasn't letting middle age eat away at his looks. He kept his hair very short and his stomach flat.
“Hi girls,” he said, “how's your evening gone?”
“Fine,” they said in unison.
“Be sure to clean up those cans and chips before you go to bed, keep the ants out.”
“Sure Dad,” Vickie said.
“Honey,” they heard Vickie's mom, Melissa call from the living room, “come make us a night-cap.”
He turned and went back out, closing the door. The girls didn't miss a beat in their game. A few minutes late a car horn sounded outside. Through the walls they heard Laura call, “Bye Mom, be home later!” Vickie gave her friend a knowing smile. Only a little while later there was another knock on the door. Vickie's father again looked through.
“We're going to bed. You two don't stay up too late.”
Behind him was Vickie's mother. She looked at her daughter and held her finger to her lips, a signal that Vickie knew meant, “Keep it quiet and don't disturb us.”
Another knowing smile crept across the little girls face after the door closed. “Laura's not the only one having fun tonight.” Marie really didn't understand her meaning.
A while later, Marie had to go potty. During a break in the game she got up and went to the door.
“Be quiet, don't disturb Mom and Dad,” Vickie said.
Marie crept down the hall in the dark, then waited until she had closed the door before turning on the bathroom light. She cringed at the sound of the toilet flushing but waited until it had finished to turn off the light and creep out.
When she came out of the bathroom she noticed that Vickie's parent's door was slightly open and a faint orange light was making a line on the floor. She moved very quietly to the door and peered through the narrow opening. She almost gasped at what she saw.
Vickie's Dad was laying on his back in the candlelit room, her Mom was kneeling between his legs, slowly stroking him. Marie was totally shocked by the size of his cock. It stood up, at least a foot tall and maybe an inch and a half in diameter. The couple were talking in low voices that Marie couldn't make out. As she watched, Vickie's Mom leaned down and took the (to her) enormous head in her mouth. Kevin pushed his hips up and gave out a low moan. Then, watching his wife as she bobbed on his schlong, he reached down and brushed her hair back, caressing the side of her face.
“God that's wonderful dear,” he growled in a low voice.
For the next couple minutes Marie watched as the Melissa gave Vickie's dad a slow blowjob, occasionally licking the length of his shaft, sometimes sucking on the wrinkly sacks lower down. Then she heard a little squeak behind her and turned to find Vickie trying to look around her to see what was going on. Marie stooped down so her friend could see and Vickie quietly giggled.
By now, the adults were getting more energetic. He was breathing hard and humping up into his wife's face as she took almost half his enormous cock in her mouth, moving up and down while stroking the shaft.
“Oh, God Hun....here it....Ooooh”
Vickie's mom stiffened as Kevin pushed hard into her mouth. A sheet of white fluid ran out of the side of her mouth and down his dick, then over her fingers. She held him in her mouth, sucking hard as his load overflowed her. She swallowed what she could but knew that she'd never be able to keep up with his torrent of sperm.
He settled down onto the bed, panting. Marie's mom let go of his cock which slowly bent over, bouncing with his pulse.
Melissa crawled up over him, her nipples stood out. Melissa, unlike her husband, was pleasantly plump but not too fat. She was short, her stomach was rounded, and her tits were proportional to the rest of her—fairly large with half dollar aureoles. They hung down jiggled as she crawled. She leaned down and kissed her husband, an open mouth kiss that let him taste his own jez remnants still in the creases of her mouth. She lay down on top of him, covering his cum covered dick as they continued to kiss. Then, slowly, he rolled his wife over, now she was on her back and he was above her.
He rose up on his hands and knees, his still half hard cock rubbing on her thigh, leaving a trail of sperm where it slid along her. He kissed her chin, then her neck, then he sucked on one of her nipples. She wrapped her arms around his head, holding him to her breast, and pushed her chest up against him. Meanwhile, with one of his hands he was rubbing along her slit. As he moved down the crevice he'd push a finger inside her.
Watching the couple making love was causing Marie begin to feel a little horny (although she didn't know exactly what that term meant). She felt just a little light headed and realized, with some surprise, that she was feeling a little gooy between her legs, like she does when she plays with herself.
By now, Kevin had worked his way down his wife's torso and was kissing her hips and belly. She spread her legs and Marie got just a glimpse of her pussy, it didn't dawn on the ten year old that Vickie's mom must shave herself, after all, she looked just like her.
Then Vickie's father buried his face in his wife's snatch. She held his head as he licked and sucked her. The girls watched as Vickie's mom's orgasm built. Over time the small rocking of her hips became stronger, just as her breathing deepened, her breasts started to move back and forth with her movements. She reached up and started playing with her nipples, pinching them and rolling them between her fingers. Small moans started to escape her mouth. The girls watched, each of them imagining the feelings that were flowing through the woman. The tingling between Marie's thighs was becoming stronger and Vickie was rubbing herself through the flannel nightgown and cotton panties she was wearing.
Vickie's Mom lifted her legs off the bed, her knees bent. They were rocking back and forth in the air with her breathing and moans. As he continued to eat out her pussy, she spread them wider, pointing her toes. Then she gasped and humped into her husband's face, pushing her heels into the bed, holding her butt off the bed to better allow his tongue to move over her clit and probe the opening of her cunt. Then the wave passed and she settled back down.
While he had been eating his wife's pussy, Vickie's Dad had also been stroking his cock, bringing it back to its impressive hardness. Now he simply crawled forward and, settling the head against her crotch, he pushed inside her. Her pussy, long used to his size, took him in like a comfortable old friend. He held himself up on his elbows and knees while her legs swayed in the air above him. She had never really calmed down and he was well on his way before they had started fucking so it was only after a minute or two that he shoved deep inside her, pushing her up higher in the bed, and flooded her familiar womb with more sperm. She grasped him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and digging her nails into his back as she felt his warm jez fill her.
He stayed on top of her for a moment, holding himself above her as they both panted, then he rolled to the side, pulling his cock out of her and landing on his back next to her. Both girls could see his cock, wet with cunt juices and still dripping sperm, flop across his hip, leaving a pool of jez there.
The sight actually caused Vickie to have a small orgasm—Marie thought she was just catching her breath at the sound. She turned and looked up at her friend who gave a silent giggle. Then they crept back down the hall to Vickie's bedroom and closed the door.
“Mommy and Daddy do that a lot. Sometimes they're so noisy they keep Laura awake and she comes in here and sleeps.”
Marie was amazed. She had never even considered that her parents did THAT. “Do they know you can hear them?”
“Oh, they leave the door open all the time. Laura said that she thinks it turns them on to think we're watching. Once, they made a movie and someone left it in the VCR.”
“I can't believe that!”
“Mommy also has a dildo. A couple of times I've seen them using it.”
“What!”
“Do you want to see?” Vickie asked.
Marie really didn't know what she meant. Did she have a movie of her parents? What did she mean?
“I guess so,” Marie said.
Vickie got up and went to her drawers and took the dildo out. She turned and paused for a moment, then, with a smile she bent over and lifted the hem of her nightgown. She reached up under it and pulled her panties down. She let the hem drop and then stood back up.
“Ok,” she said. She sat down on the floor, leaning against the front of her bureau, her knees up, her feet flat on the floor. She turned on the vibrator, it hummed quietly. Then she gathered the hem of her gown, pulled it over her knees and bunched it across her midriff.
Marie had only ever seen things like this when she stumbled across porn on the Internet. She had always immediately clicked to another site, getting away, but still, she had always wondered why those women did that, whether they liked it or were just pretending. She had only seen Vickie naked a couple of times, changing into their suits in the locker room at the city pool, once she had come into the bathroom while Vickie was in the tub and they had talked while she was getting ready for bed (this was at Marie's house). Then Marie had showered and so, for a few moments, they were together in the bathroom, Vickie drying off and Marie getting in the shower.
But now, well, now she was looking directly at her best friend's sex. Her slit was pulled apart and Marie could see the pink ridge down the middle and the darker small lips lower. These were also pulled slightly apart and Marie was really curious to see the red opening there. She really didn't look much different form herself. Marie had used a mirror to examine herself a couple of times. Once she had even watched as she pushed her finger up inside. Maybe Vickie's lips weren't quite as full as Marie's. In fact, her slit looked a lot shallower and, when she thought about it, Marie remembered that that little ridge pushed Vickie's lips apart when she stood while Marie's bigger lips and longer slit was fully closed.
Vickie started rubbing the rounded end of the vibrator along her slit. “It feels best when you put the tip against your little bump.” As she did this she inhaled deeply. “Sometimes I rub the side up and down.” She changed the angle of the phallus and started moving it along her snatch. Her breath started to deepen and speed up, “You just have to sort of play with it dow....dow...down he...here...”
Vickie was loosing focus as she started to build. Suddenly she realized what she was doing and alarm bells went off. With a shock she stopped masturbating herself in front of her best friend. There was a awkward silence as Vickie regained her senses. She was just beginning to feel really embarrassed when she blurted out, “Do you want to try it?”
Marie was a little taken aback. So many things had happened tonight—the conversation with Laura, then watching Vickie's parents, and now watching her friend rub herself with the vibrator. She was, in one way, way beyond herself and a part of her was saying 'NO!' But, also, she was gooey and itching down there and all she wanted was to rub herself to relieve the tension. “I guess so,” she heard herself say.
“Here,” Vickie said, “I need to clean it first.” She jumped up and headed for the door, then stopped. “Oh, I have these.” she said. Then she went to her desk and opened a plastic box of make-up towelettes. She pulled out one of the towelettes and wiped down the plastic toy, then turned to her friend. “Well?” she sort of nodded.
Feeling really uncomfortable, Marie lay back on the floor and undid her jeans, then she lifted her hips and started to pull them down. She worked them over her butt and they bunched up on her thighs. “Oh,” she said as she sat up smiling and untied her shoes. She pulled them off, and her thick socks, then, just as she worked the pants free of her feet, Vickie moved over next to her, walking on her knees.
Marie lay back down, her friend kneeling next to her, she was still wearing her sweater and panties. She could feel Vickie's eyes on her, examining her in a new way, a way she wasn't used to. It made her feel both more nervous and, well, in a small way good with anticipation. She felt really tense in her stomach and neck, her throat was tight. Part of her wanted to cover her eyes and roll away, part of her wanted to stay.
“Well,” Vickie said, “you can't be wearing these.”
A shock and thrill went through Marie when she felt her friend's hands on her panties. She pulled them down over her hips. Without thinking, Marie lifted her rear off the carpet as Vickie slid the cotton bikinis down her thighs, over her knees, then down her calves and free of her feet. Now, as she lay there, naked from the waist down, in front of her friend, a strange calm came over her. Still, it was a surprise when she felt her friend's fingers on her pussy. Of course, this was all completely new to Vickie too, regardless of her trying to act like she knew all about it. She had NEVER touched someone else's privates, in fact, no one had ever touched hers (that she could remember).
Marie had a noticeable rise to her sex, a large vulva and deep slit. Her outer pussy lips were soft and spongy, unlike her own that were firm, pulled over the bone of her pelvis. She used two fingers to pull them apart, exploring the new landscape with a sort of detached, clinical eye. She picked up the vibrator with her other hand.
“I usually start by rubbing it along me here,” Vickie said.
The humming phallus sent a shock through Marie when it touched her clit. She gasped and pulled her legs up, her stomach muscles tightened and she lifted her head and shoulders off the floor. “Oh!”
“Did I hurt you?!” Vickie said, pulling the toy back in alarm.
“No...no...” Marie lay back down. “It just...sort of really tickled...” She tried to calm herself. “Keep going...” She relaxed back and, this time, spread her legs some.
Again, Vickie caressed the girl's clit with the vibrator, sending shivers of pleasure through her. She worked the tip around her hard little nub, then ran the shaft along her, pushing the full lips open. Pressure was quickly building in Marie's belly and thighs.
“I also like putting it up inside,” Vickie said. She slid her fingers further down, between her friends legs and pulled the full lips apart. Marie really wanted to know what it would feel like, she spread her legs further and bent her knees, opening herself to Vickie's explorations.
Vickie really didn't know much about what she was looking at, she had seen some things on the Internet and her mom had given her a book that was really kind of boring, but she did remember a drawing in the book. Still, the drawing showed everything surrounded with wavy, curly hair and it was kind of ugly. Marie's didn't have any hair, the parts seemed smoother, not as crinkly, not with all sorts of folds and crevices. Marie's inner lips were opened some and she put the end of the dildo there and gently pushed. It didn't want to go in, the skin sort of stuck to it. She twisted it but it still wouldn't move.
She stopped and looked at her friend. “We need something else.” She lay the vibrator on the carpet next to Marie and jumped up and ran back to her dresser, then came back with a small make-up bottle. “Sometimes it doesn't want to go in so I use this.” She squirted a few drops on the end of the vibrator, then reached down and spread Marie's lips, putting the bottle's nozzle near her.
“What is it,” Marie craned her head to look down.
“It's just baby oil.”
Marie lay back, then felt the warm wetness of the oil in her crack. Again Vickie picked up the vibrator and pushed it at the opening to Marie's womb. This time Marie felt a completely new feeling as the tool slid up inside her. At first the tightness was a little uncomfortable, but at the same time, she could feel the the vibrations up through her belly and down her thighs. Vickie moved it in and out a little and wonderful waves spread up across Marie's stomach.
“Do you like that?” Vickie asked.
“Oh yeah,” Marie more breathed than said.
Vickie reached down with her free hand and started rubbing Marie's clit while she worked the vibrator with her other. The tight, warm feelings grew quickly in Marie, spreading up her stomach and down the insides of her thighs. She spread her legs further and started to rock her hips. As the tension built she really didn't notice the small twinge of pain or how some of the uncomfortable stretching was lessoned. Her friend moved the dildo in and out, twisting it a little, as she ran her finger from side to side across Marie's clit. She had watched her mom like this before and could see that her friend was getting closer. Marie's humping became stronger, more desperate as she felt her orgasm building in her loins. But this was much more than what she felt when she rubbed herself in bed or scrunched down in the tub, letting warm water dribble on her pussy.
Then her mind wandered. She thought about her cousin Billy, imagining what he looked like. Then she remembered the sight of Vickie's father and mother, when he had his face buried in her crotch. Marie reached down and grabbed Vickie's hand, pressing her fingers against her clit. “Oh!” she grunted as she came, a small explosion passing over her, rippling up along her torso and down her legs. Her toes were pointed and she lifted her hips off the floor as the wave passed.
“Wow,” she said in a high voice.
Vickie leaned back on her heels and surveyed her friend. The skin on her hips and thighs was shiny with sweat. “That was good, huh?”
“Oh yeah,” Marie breathed.
Vickie pulled the vibrator out of her friend and her eyes got big when she saw that it was stained with a little blood. Then she remembered that the same thing had happened the first time she used it. She didn't want her friend to see it. She went to the dresser where there was a box of kleenex and wiped off the phallus. There was just a little stain of pink on the tissue, she quickly threw it away. She turned back and held up the vibrator. “My turn now.”
Just a few minutes earlier, the furnace had cycled on, there was a blast of hot air coming in the vents in the room, and Marie was feeling uncomfortably warm. She pulled her sweater and undershirt off in one and dropped them on the floor next to her. She hadn't intended it but then she realized that what she had done must have looked real sexy. She smiled.
Vickie got a tight grin on her face and, not saying anything, she also pulled her nightgown up over her head and dropped it on the floor. Then she walked over and crawled onto the bed, laying down on her back.
Marie sort of chuckled, then, kneeling on the floor, touched her friend's pussy, spreading her lips. She started to rub her ridge with the pad of her finger, Vickie spread her legs wide for her. The shallow, small lips pulled apart and her vagina opened, she had almost no inner lips. Marie reached up with her other hand, inspecting, and pushed at the entrance. She had heard of 'finger fucking', in fact she often pushed her own finger up inside herself when she masturbated. She looked at her friend who smiled at her, then pushed her finger inside.
It slid in almost all the way and Vickie gave out a groan, relaxing back onto the blanket. Marie pulled her finger back, then pushed back it. “Ohhhh” Vickie breathed. Marie was using both hands, one to finger fuck, the other to rub Vickie's clit. The child started to hump to meet her. Then Marie pulled her fingers back and straightened out two. Her pointer and middle finger slid into Vickie.
“Ohhhh God...” Vickie said in a horse voice. Marie kept up the movement as she watch her friend hump and shudder, her skin getting flushed. Then, without thinking, Marie leaned down and ran her tongue along Vickie's slit.
It was like an explosion had gone off between Vickie's thighs. She was instantly overcome with the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. Her whole body shook and quaked, animal grunts came from her throat as her legs and torso convulsed. Marie dug at her clit with her tongue while she continued shoving her fingers up inside her friend, feeling the bump of her cervix at the end of her cunt.
The crashing began to pass and Vickie started to settle down. Instinctively, Marie also let off. She looked up at her friend, her fingers still buried in her pussy. “Was that...”
“Oh God, yeah...” Vickie said. She lay there for a moment. “I need to go to the bathroom.”
Marie stood up, removing her hand from Vickie's sex and Vickie ran out of the room, leaving the door open. Marie also had to go but wanted to wait until her friend came back. She heard the toilet flush and Vickie was just coming through the door when they heard the front door open.
With shocked looks the two girls ran to the bed and jumped in, pulling the covers up to their chins. Vickie had left the light on, the switch was near the door and couldn't be reached. Laura appeared in the doorway and surveyed the two girls cowering in the bed. Then she saw the vibrator, forgotten on the floor and laughed.
“Looks like you two've been having fun.”
With a laugh, she turned and went down the hall. They heard her door close. The two girls looked at each other with surprise and embarrassment, then they shared a silent giggle.
After a few moments, Vickie got up and turned off the light and closed the door, then climbed back in bed. They lay there next to each other, their shoulders and arms touching.
“Do you think we're lesbians?” Vickie asked.
“I don't know.”
“Laura told me she's done this with Kate and she's not a lesbian. At least, her and Charlie do it a lot.”
“Yeah, but they don't go all the way,” Marie replied.
“I don't think so.”
“I have to go now,” Marie said. She climbed out of the bed but, in the dark, she couldn't see anything to cover herself with. She walked quickly down the hall, then closed the door. She sat down on the toilet and peed. She was really gooey and greasy down there from the baby oil. She took a big wad of toilet paper and wiped herself, then dropped it. She did this again, then stood up. She looked down in the toilet and was a little scared when she saw the pink stains on the paper. Then she remembered the sharp little pain she had felt when Vickie had first pushed the dildo up inside her and she understood what had happened. 'Oh well,' she thought, 'it's no big deal.'
It was when she was on her way back that she met Vickie's father. He was in the hall, coming from the living room. It was dark and she really couldn't see him but she did see that he was naked also. He didn't make any comment about the fact that they were both naked.
“I was checking that the door was locked,” he said.
Marie was real embarrassed but she couldn't help but look down and, in the dark and shadows, she could see his enormous dick hanging down between his legs.
“Good night,” he slipped by, not saying anything more.
Marie climbed back in bed with Vickie after closing the bedroom door.