Carol & Sandy Visit

by The Wizard Whitebeard

When I was born, my mother had a close friend in the neighborhood. She had a son six or seven years older than me. The year following my birth, she had a little girl, Carol. The following year she had Sandy.

As toddlers will, we played together constantly while our mothers visited, drank coffee and compared child rearing notes. When I was four and the girls were three and two, my father was transferred to a city about 100 miles away. It was too far to commute, so he, my mother and I moved there.

We still saw Carol and Sandy's family regularly, but not frequently. I didn't see their father very often and, as it turned out, the girls' parents divorced. My parents were uncomfortable with the breakup as they had been friends with both of them. My mother kept in touch with their mother so I heard about Carol and Sandy often, but I didn't see them for the next few years.

One summer, my father told me that Carol, Sandy and their mother were going to come for a weekend visit. The brother was visiting his father. Our new house was quite small. My parents had a bedroom and I had the other. I asked where everyone was going to sleep. He suggested that I let Carol and Sandy's mother have my bedroom and that the three children camp out in my umbrella tent.

I loved camping out in the backyard with my friends. We took all the essentials: flashlights, comic books, candy, walkie talkies and even sleeping bags and pillows. I hadn't seen Carol or Sandy for a few years, but they were twelve and eleven, the same age as some of my friends. It should be great! I didn't think they'd mind that I was a boy since we had had such great fun when we played together all the time.

The three of them arrived late Saturday morning on what promised to be beautiful summer day. I remembered the two girls as blond with page girl haircuts. They had been wearing matching jumpers when I saw them last. The girls were sitting in the back seat of the car and did not look anxious to debark. Their clothes still matched but they were frilly yellow dresses. Their hair matched too, but now it was silky and shoulder length. Carol had a natural wave. I suppose her hair would have been curly if it had been shorter when we were little but it was long then too.

Her mother shooed them out. I helped with the luggage from the trunk. I took all three suitcases to my bedroom because I didn't think the sharp edges would be much fun in the tent. I always changed in the house anyway.

The parents chatted in the house for a while. Shortly, my mother made chicken salad sandwiches for lunch. I told the girls to grab a sandwich and we banged through the screen door to the back yard. I plopped down in the grass just in the shade of the woods at the back of our property. The girls sat in front of me and we proceeded to chaw down our sandwiches.

I hadn't noticed before as I lay in the grass, but both girls sat cross legged. As they looked around, I was able to look up their skirts at their white panties. Neither Carol nor Sandy had taken advantage of the shade, so the bright sunlight gave me a fine view. Carol must have grown a bit lately. She was due to get the next size or so up. Her panties were fitted so snugly, I could see the cotton in the shape of her cunt. Just below the same spot on Sandy's, there was a slight yellowish blemish. I smiled as I guessed where that had come from.

Over the past few months, I had been experiencing boners, usually at the most inconvenient times. The jostling of the school bus, sometimes when I got bored in class and started daydreaming. A couple of times it had happened in gym class. They were always impossible to predict, difficult to hide and often uncomfortable. As I lay there with the girls, I realized my cock had become stiff. It bound tightly against the front of my jeans. I rolled over on my stomach so the girls did not notice the rod shape outlined in the front of my pants, which only added to my discomfort. I waited and eventually the pain caused my penis to become soft once again. Whew.

Our sandwiches had been consumed and we decided to get some more to eat. We brushed ourselves off, opened the door several more times (bang!) for lemonade, chips and cookies. My mother muttered something about buying a revolving door.

Eventually the girls overcame a lot of their shyness. We played a little basketball in the driveway. Sandy wasn't strong enough to throw the ball all the way up to the hoop and we all got yelled at for having the girls play a game like that in nice dresses. I asked them if they had jeans or something, but they had only brought their pajamas. Apparently they were expected to wear the same dresses on Sunday too.

The sun slowly settled. My father grilled burgers for dinner and my mother had made potato salad and cut up fruit.

Carol and Sandy and I played a card game after dinner. Finally, around 8 p.m., my parents told me the day was done. I changed into my pajamas and brushed my teeth. The girls had changed in the bathroom. We were ushered to the tent with stern orders to sleep. Maybe the girls thought that was the plan. No one else did, parents included. It was still light out so I knew we weren't going right to sleep. Dutifully though we headed out to the tent. Our parents had moved on to cocktails so they were going to be up a while too. I guess they had a lot of catching up planned.

The six foot tent only had the door flap open about three feet so Carol dropped to hands and knees to crawl in. I noticed her hips were a bit wider than Sandy's and her butt was round. Sandy followed and I zipped the door up after I was in. I knew the canvas would hide the flashlights if we used them. I had left the head high flap in back open for ventilation. It was pretty warm.

Surprisingly, the girls pajamas did not match. The were both cotton flannel but Sandy's were footie pajamas.

"I did't know they made footie pajamas for girls, just toddlers."

Sandy said, "That way I don't need slippers. I love my footies." She wiggled her feet.

They each chose a sleeping bag and lay on their backs on top. Uh oh. I felt another boner coming on. This time I only had a thin layer of cotton and I knew that I was creating another tent. I jumped on to my sleeping bag and, in doing so, bent my penis a little. An "ouch" leaked out.

"What's the matter?" asked Carol.

What could I say? I tried to change the subject, but based on when I said "ouch" it was pretty obvious what had caused it. At least Carol guessed. I saw her eyes drop to where my crotch would have been if it were exposed.

"Uncomfortable?" she asked. "Puberty is a bitch."

"What's that?" asked Sandy.

Carol explained that Sandy hadn't been to the birds and bees classes yet. "You know, when girls and boys change to women and men. I'm just relieved to be out of that training bra."

"Why do they call it a training bra?" asked Sandy. "Do you have to learn how to grow boobs?"

Carol laughed. "No, silly. You have to learn how to wear a bra. I don't need one yet." I could see two little mounds formed on her chest, but they weren't really breasts yet. "Mommy makes me wear it so by the time I do need one, I'll know how to put it on and take it off. It fastens in the back, you know."

Sandy asked, "You don't need one yet?"

Carol said, "No, my boobs don't hang down yet. You've seen."

"No I haven't. Show me."

This was an interesting development, so to speak. Carol looked me straight in the eyes. "Okay… we'll compare. Sandy, you take off your top. Bob will too. Then I will."

Sandy was obviously conflicted. Then she came to a decision. "Bob? I will if you will."

My shirt? Sure. I went around all the time without a shirt. My boner was not going away but I thought I could pull of my pajama tops without exposing my cock. I reached down and stripped it off. Sandy pulled off one sleeve, then the other. Finally she popped her head through the neck and exposed her smooth chest. Carol was watching me. Intently. She crossed her arms at her waist, then inverted her pajama tops over her head in one motion. Her breasts were small orbs each about three inches across.

"Can I touch them?" Sandy begged.

"Sure."

Sandy rolled on her side and placed her palm under Carol's right breast. Then she moved to the left breast.

"Wow. They feel kind of firm. What do they feel like to you?" asked Sandy. Her eyes were wide open.

"They tingle sometimes, but mostly they're just there. The training bra chafes my sides sometimes. I hate it."

I couldn't contain my curiosity. "Me too?"

Carol visibly hesitated for a second, then said, "Sure, you too." I reached over and brushed my fingertips against the base of her left breast. Like Sandy, I moved to the other breast. Instead of cupping her breast, I just continued to feel them lightly with my fingers. I noticed her nipples had both become erect. "Why are your nipples sticking up?"

"That happens sometimes if I get chilly." The sun was starting to go down but the inside of the tent was so warm it was a little stuffy. I didn't say anything about her comment, but I must have smirked. Carol added with a little smile, "And other times…" I altered my brushes to move across her nipples. Carol inhaled sharply.

"Did it hurt?"

"Oh, no," she replied quietly. "I was just surprised. You can keep doing that if you want." Clearly it was a request.

So I did. The nipples were a bit rough, so I used the whorls of my fingerprints to lightly scrape one, then the other. Carol's eyes were locked on the dance of my fingers. My boner got harder and I shifted a bit to ease the pressure. "What's Bob's problem?" Sandy said, observing my squirming.

Carol shocked me with the naked truth. "Boys get stiffies, Sandy."

"And what's a stiffie?"

"That's when a boy's penis gets stiff."

"Really? I want to see."

Oh right. Like I was going to strip in front of a couple of girls. Carol went on surprising me. "It's the same deal, Sandy. Bob will show you his if you show him yours."

"You too!" Sandy protested.

Again Carol hesitated for just a moment. "Okay, me too."

Apparently I had no say in the matter. Carol stood up and motioned Sandy to get to her feet too. She put her hands on her waistband and waited until Sandy matched her motions. She slowly pulled her pants down, with Sandy following her every move. Sandy still wore her panties but Carol's slit revealed itself. Carol put one hand on Sandy's stomach and the other in the small of her back. She slowly slid Sandy's pants down to the ankles, rubbing Sandy's vulva and butt along the way.

"Your turn, Bob."

I resigned myself and rolled over on my back. The front of my pajama bottoms were pointing out. I lifted my butt up and stripped the bottoms off in one smooth motion. My penis "boinged" out and stood at attention.

"Wow!" exclaimed Sandy. Her eyes couldn't get any wider. Carol was more conservative, but obviously riveted by the sight. "What makes it stick up like that?"

"Don't you know anything about boys? And girls and boys? A boy's penis gets straight like that so he can stick it in the girl's hole."

Sandy looked perplexed. "What hole?"

"You know, the hole where girls make babies." Sandy looked a little less confused, so she obviously had some idea of that.

"Why do they do that?"

"That's part of baby making. The boy's penis goes in the girls vagina. It has to be stiff so it can go in."

"He sure has a lot of hair down there." Sandy was describing my new rich curls of black pubic hair that had sprouted recently. Compared to a full grown man, there wasn't "a lot" but since her pubic area was baby smooth, I guess she thought there was.

"Everyone gets hair down there."

"You don't," Sandy protested.

"Sure I do. It's just blonde. Here." She took Sandy's hand and put it right over her cunt.

Sandy nodded and said, "You check too, Bob." I wasn't going to say no to that. Carol lay back down and I ran my hand along her stomach and then down. Sure enough, there was a very thin patch of almost white pubic hair. In the fading light I couldn't see anything but I could feel the wisps. As I stroked the area, Carol's breathing became short and fast again.

"I don't get how it works, Carol," Sandy complained.

"Well," she said, "we can play 'Babymaker' if you want to try it."

"How do we do that?"

"You put Bob's penis in your hole and pretend to make a baby. You wanna play, Bob?"

It was an easy decision of course. "Sure. That sounds like a fun game."

"Okay," Sandy didn't sound too sure. "What do we do?"

"You go on top of Bob. All you have to do is put Bob's penis in your hole."

Sandy walked over to my side of the tent. Most 11 year olds were scrawny, just before their flowering burst. Not so Sandy. She was a little plump. I could see a little fold of fat over her stomach. Her cunt was plump and when she straddled me and split her legs, it looked like a beautiful pink cavern. She bent her knees and lowered herself over me. "Like this?" she asked.

"Take his penis and point it in," Carol instructed.

"Touch it?" Her voice squeaked a bit.

"Yep. I'm sure Bob won't mind."

"Go ahead," I encouraged.

Sandy gingerly put her hand around my shaft. She centered my cock between her legs and lowered herself. The tip disappeared into her warm, dry hole.

"Now what?" Sandy asked.

"Push down," Carol told her.

Sandy pressed more of her weight down. My penis entered her about two inches, then started to bend slightly. Sandy looked expectantly at Carol.

"This is where you pretend that Bob is making a baby in you." Sandy's face lit up with a smile.

Carol ran her hand down Sandy's back. "Are you done? It's my turn now."

"Okay. For now. I want another turn later." Sandy tried to stand up her legs had closed a bit and my penis was a little stuck in her vagina. She pulled a little harder and it popped out. The rubbing on my cock gave me a little shiver.

Sandy moved to my side and Carol took her position over me. Instead of lowering her butt, she went on her hands and knees. Her face was near mine and her nipples rubbed against my chest. Her voice sounded a little husky. "Ready?" I nodded.

She reached between her legs and rubbed the tip up and down along her slit. It felt great. Soon she moved the tip lower and to my surprise, she surrounded my penis with something warm and moist. Carol pushed my cock in a bit, then almost out, then in a little deeper, then almost out again. My penis was more rigid than it had ever been. In a little more, then out, then in a little more, then out, but not quite as far. As Carol rocked up and down, her legs started to spread more and more. Suddenly, her knees split wider and she dropped completely down. My shaft was sunk all the way in. She started to go faster. Up and down and up and down. Each time she went down, I was fully inserted. Each time she went up, I was only out an inch or two. She seemed to be trying to rub the front of her slit against the top side of my penis.

I started to feel a strange sensation building somewhere near my balls. Carol was breathing really hard and she started to shudder. I wasn't sure what was going on but she seemed to be enjoying it as much as me. My hands unconsciously moved to her butt where I helped her move my cock in and out. She wasn't supporting herself with her knees because they were spread so far. Something amazing happened then. I pushed her down on me and I felt my entire penis clench, then let go, then clench, then let go. The feeling traveled from my cock out to all my extremities.

Carol lay on top of me, clearly exhausted.

Sandy had been studying everything. At one point she had even gone around to peek under Carol's butt so she could see my cock penetrating her.

"I see what I was doing wrong, Carol. Get off and let me have a turn."

Carol looked at me and smiled. Without a word, she rolled off on to her own sleeping bag.

My boner was gone! I was amazed. I hadn't been able to get rid of it for the better part of an hour. "Sandy," I said, "it needs to be stiff."

"How does it get stiff?"

"I don't know. A lot of things make it stiff, usually rubbing of some sort."

I didn't mean by her, but she thought I did. She took my cock back in hand and rubbed up and down from base to tip. "Eww. It's slimy." It was a lot slimy. Sandy was determined though and jerked up and down. It worked. My penis was stiff again. "Hooray!" exclaimed Sandy.

Sandy resumed her earlier position. This time, when she pressed my penis in her vaginal tunnel, it slipped in. All the lubrication from my previous encounter with Carol was oiling up Sandy. She repeated Carol's motions, pushing down a bit, then easing my cock almost out, then pushing it back in, but a little further. She recognized that the lubrication was helping it slide better. All of a sudden, she pulled it out, covered the palm of her hand in saliva, and rubbed it all over the tip of my penis. She climbed back on. This time, my penis immediately slid in as far as it would go. She started to slide it in and out as she had seen her sister do. Her chubby little butt caressed my balls on each down stroke. I could see my cock disappearing into Sandy's smooth, soft depths. At first I thought she was imitating Carol's heavy breathing on purpose, but Sandy's rhythmic motions were clearly becoming involuntary.

The oddly pleasurable pressure began to build again, but slower this time. "Spread your legs," I told her. As she did, I matched her rhythms pushing in each time she came down. Sandy's vagina was a lot tighter than Carol's. It was like a little fist gently sucking on my stiff cock. Sandy started pushing back at me firmly each time I thrust. She seemed to be rocking a little faster. Shortly, I gave one last thrust. In a repeat performance, I ejaculated my second ever load of semen deep into Sandy's womb.

Sandy smiled and, to my surprise, kissed me right on he lips. She rolled off between Carol and me and lay contented.

"And that's how you make a baby," Carol concluded. Sandy's eyebrows shot up. "Of course, it takes lots and lots of times just to make one baby."

Sandy furrowed her brow as she thought about that. "We're too little to have babies, right?"

"You are. And I just started having my period a couple of months ago so I'm pretty sure I am too. You need to be grown up."

"Well, I like the pretending part," said Sandy smugly. "Let's tell Mom we want to camp out with Bob again."

"Sure," Carol smiled, then right at me.

It was well past nine and although the sun was down, it wasn't quite dark outside. Sandy looked troubled. "I have to pee. I'm afraid of the dark. Will you guys go with me?"

We climbed back into our pajamas and unzipped the tent. The contrast in temperature from the body warmed tent to the cooling outdoors was dramatic. We approached the house. The adults seemed to have quieted down.

We peeked in the living room window. It looked like the adults were about to retire. Both our moms wore t-shirts and my dad was in his boxers. He was lying in front of the TV on his back. Carol and Sandy's mom was kneeling over him. It looked like she was licking something.

Mom was lying down too, but on her back. Carol and Sandy's mom was sitting on her face.

"That's a strange game," whispered Sandy.

"Maybe we shouldn't disturb them," Carol suggested. I peeked between the girls through the window. Carol whispered to me so Sandy couldn't hear, "Look… no panties." Sure enough, both our moms' butts were bare naked.

Sandy pushed her crotch. The chill air had accelerated Sandy's need to pee. I said, "Come on. We're roughing it, aren't we?"

The two girls followed me behind the tent to the back yard wooded area right behind. The yard backed on a street where a light shed plenty of illumination into a central clearing in the middle of the trees. I faced a bush, pulled my penis out of my pajamas and produced a stream of urine.

Sandy said, "We can't do that. We have to squat."

"That's okay," I replied. "Pull off your bottoms and use the grass in the middle."

I held their clothes. They faced the light as they squatted. I stood in front and watched. First Sandy, who really had to go, then Carol, produced a thin fountain straight out from their cunts. The streams reduced to a trickle and finally a few drips.

Carol looked around. "Uh oh. No toilet paper."

I had a thought. "Don't move." I ran around in to the tent and returned with Sandy's soiled panties. I reached down and wiped Carol's bottom dry. I then moved to Sandy. She smiled and rolled on to her back, exposing her entire vulva to me. I performed another, very thorough wipe job. I worried that Sandy might be mad at my panty raid, but she just thanked me.

I walked behind the girls back to the tent. I took a deep whiff of the crotch of Sandy's panties. Mixed with the scent of female urine was a musky smell that I didn't recognize, but seemed to make my penis a little stiff again. Two raging ejaculations seemed to have satisfied me for the night though. Having been relieved of both uric pressures and sexual tensions, we fell fast asleep.

My dad woke the earliest, about 9 a.m., the next day. He peered in the back window of the tent to find the girls snuggled up to me in the middle, all sound asleep. He thought it was a cute picture.

The girls returned many weekends after that and became diligent campers with me. My parents and I even returned the visit at their apartment. It turned out they had less sleeping room than us and we used flexible sleeping arrangements again. But that's another story.