SUNSHINE FOLLOWS THE RAIN
Chapter 4 Testimony gg bbg
Diane followed the slim sandy blonde girl out of the mess hall anticipating a full report on the cute ninth grader’s adventure with the son of the camp cook. She looked as sexy in her shorts and knit top as she had when she was naked in the showers. It was easy to see how she could attract a boy.
They avoided little knots of girls who were waiting the day’s activities to start and settled on benches made from half-sawn logs that surrounded the cold and vacant bonfire area. Diane moved close to her friend eager for the report.
“So tell me, what was it like? What did you do?” Diane questioned anxiously.
Again she was cautioned to secrecy and Trish began. “Well I slipped out of the group in the morning, Margie covered for me, and I met him on the road over behind the cabins. We walked down to his truck and then drove down the road to a place in the woods that was real private. Then we got out and talked some and he asked me some questions like if I was sure I wanted to really do it, and stuff. He said he’d done it with a lot of girls from camp and that some get there with him and change their mind and that it was OK if I wanted to. Then I told him about my boyfriend and that I really wanted to know what to do. He said ‘OK’ and then we talked some more.”
Trish looked around and paused as some younger girls passed them. Diane leaned closer still. “Then,” Trish continued, “He kissed me a few times then just started taking my clothes off. Then while I was standing there naked he took his off and sort of stood there a minute letting me look at him.”
“So what was it like, I mean, how did he look…” Diane stammered a little.
“You mean his dick?” Trish chuckled at her friend. Diane blushed and nodded sheepishly.
“Well it was pretty big, bigger than my boyfriend’s and he was a little hairy around it, he’s almost seventeen. And his balls were big and hung down. Then we climbed up in his truck, he had this mattress thing in the back and I was a little nervous. So we just lay there a little and talked and he started just feeling me all over on my tits and legs and stomach. Then he started kissing me and rubbing me down there with his fingers and he had me hold him, too.”
Trish’s recall was bringing a little flush to her face and causing Diane’s pulse to increase. “Then he did some things with his mouth and tongue, you know, between my legs and it was so good he got me off.” Diane’s eyes were wide imagining what she had been told. “He asked me again if I was sure, I told him I was. Then he put a rubber thing on his dick so I wouldn’t get pregnant and got between my legs and held them apart and just started pushing it in. I thought I was going to die.”
“Did it hurt?” Diane quickly questioned.
“No, not really. I guess I was ready for it but it was just so big and filled me up. Then he started going, you know, real slow and just kept doing it until it really started feeling good. It got better and better and he kept kissing me until I got off again. And then he did and I could, sort of, feel it. It was fantastic.”
Diane was pressing her pussy into the bench her visualization of her friend’s coupling bringing an itch to her groin. She imagined herself lying in the back of a truck with a cute boy between her legs.
“So after he took it out we just lay there and talked for awhile and then we did it twice more. And each time it was more amazing. He taught me some things to do with my boyfriend to turn him on.”
Just as Diane wanted to start a bevy of questions they heard the camp bell ring calling them to their scheduled activities. She resolved to get some time in a bathroom stall to ease the excitement in her loins.
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Rex felt a little bit funny about leaving the house to “go play” with the littler kids. His aunt had challenged Billy and Shelly that maybe their cousin didn’t want to play “little kid’ games. Rex assured her it was OK with him considering the kind of games they might be playing. He wondered if it looked strange to the grown ups. He was, after all, a lofty fourteen year old hanging out with kids 4 and 5 years younger.
But his concern faded as they neared the fort and arrived to inspect the premises. It looked like it had started out a three sided enclosure for stacking wood. There was a little clearing of cut tree stumps, limbs and branches in a thicket of small trees and brush. The kids had added to it, piled brush around it, enclosed the one side, save for a small opening and actually covered over part of it. It was fairly impressive and even sported an elevated “look out” area, although anyone approaching would have to be extremely stealthy not to be detected. It was a kids’ dream of privacy.
Inside it was fairly spacious with pieces of old carpet, a couple of camp stools and some old cushions from an abandoned couch. A small part of a cabinet held some secret treasure or other. Billy and Shelly had each phoned a friend inviting them to join the adventure but it appeared as if it would just be the three of them.
It had promised to be a warm day and both Rex and Billy were wearing cut offs and tee shirts with tennis shoes, while Shelly opted for a pair of short shorts, a knit top with sneakers and white sox. Rex was quickly given a tour of the establishment and then they just sat around asking the inevitable question in such a situation, “So what do you want to do?”
There had been little doubt in any of their minds that they wanted to play at something sexy. Rex had enjoyed his little escapade with Billy in bed last night but he was hopeful of seeing his cute little cousin’s bare pussy again. Shelly had experimented with her brother and a couple of other boys in the neighborhood but had a little crush on her older cousin and was steeped in curiosity about the bigger boy’s parts and what could be done with them. And it was Shelly that started it.
“So Billy said you might do some fun stuff like we do sometimes, I mean if you want to,” she said addressing her cousin.
“So what kind of stuff do you do?” Rex asked, chuckling inward and knowing the answer already.
“Sometimes Me and Billy and some of our other friends take our pants down and show each other’s stuff and just play around. Sometimes we even get completely naked.” She eyed her cousin’s reaction to her pronouncement.
“That sounds like fun,” Rex responded, bringing a little smile to Shelly’s face. Billy was smiling at his sister’s initiative and Rex noticed his fingers clutching at a bump in his pants.
“So do you want to?” she queried.
“Sure,” he answered. “I’ll do anything you guys want to.”
“And you promise not to tell any body?” Rex grinned at her concern thinking it was he who should have been given that assurance.
“So who starts?” Billy asked.
“How about we all go together?” Rex suggested, bringing nods of approval from the other two. He undid his belt and the snap of his shorts and pulled at the zip. Billy did the same, though he was missing a belt. Shelly spread the elastic waist band of her shorts and they all observed the outer garments drop to the carpet covered ground exposing two pairs of jockey shorts and a pair of pale pink panties.
Shelly eyed closely the bulge that was forming in Rex’s underwear and stared closely as he pulled the elastic over the end of his appendage and pushed down on his underwear watching his little girl cousin’s eyes view his phallus for the second time. In seconds they were standing in a circle facing each other naked from the waist down. The two boys fondled gently at their crotches while Shelly rubbed the soft flesh of her tummy just above the puffy lips between her legs.
Rex was amused at how intently Shelly studied his organ. “It’s bigger than Doug’s,” she observed again. Rex was aware he wasn’t the largest in the locker room at school. But he was happy it had finally reached a full 5 inches.
“So what shall we do now,” Rex questioned. Billy glanced at Rex with a little glint in his eye.
“We could take turns feeling each other up,” the younger boy suggested. “But one has to be the look out in case any body’s coming.” Rex thought to himself that he might be the first one coming, but kept the observation to himself.
“So who gets felt up first?” Billy questioned.
Noting how anxious his cousins were, Rex volunteered to be first and was instructed to lie back on some old cushions that were bunched in a line. Shelly wasted no time in approaching her cousin whose teen-aged pole was now standing at attention.
The girl’s bare knees rested against her older cousin’s legs and she reached out to circle her fingers around the stiff flesh. Rex felt the coolness of the small fingers on his warm unit and was surprised when the girl began the classic up and down motion. Her one hand was then joined by the other and gently cupped his substantial teen balls then circled over the top to sift through the wisps of hair that had just started to curl. Trading hands she repeated the process using the tips of her fingers in a ticklish fashion over his crotch. For a nine year old she knew what to do.
Billy poked his head out of the opening, looking around and assured that no one was in the area joined his sister and began fondling the package that he had explored the night before. Rex noted that even as the “victim” he was afforded ample view of his cousins’ treasures. He was already familiar with Billy’s. It was Shelly’s that held his interest.
While the slim girl was pressed against his leg examining and fondling his package in concert with her brother, Rex let his hand move to the back of her thigh and rubbed gently bringing a little smile of approval. He continued up over the slim little butt and began working his hand around wishing he could reach her front.
“So you get that sperm stuff like Doug?” Shelly inquired almost as a statement. She joined two hands together on his rod and stepped up her motion.
“Yes, and if you guys keep doing that it might happen too soon,” Rex observed, moving the small hands away. “So whose turn is it now?” Both of the boys looked at Shelly.
“OK,” the girl agreed and quickly traded places with Rex. While Billy took another look outside, Rex moved closer to his little girl cousin who was obliging by letting her legs spread apart.
It had been years since his last real look at the female apparatus and then he was too young to appreciate the opportunity and Doris hadn’t provided much instruction. So he was as anxious as any ten year old for a chance at close examination of a real live pussy, even a bare nine year old one.
Rex moved inside one leg and began an examination. His little cousin was all-girl but she had some tom-boyish bruises on her shins and a band-aid on a skinned knee. He slid his hands over still bony knees and passed muscular thighs and let his hands rest on either side of her sex. There was a pale band of skin where her swimming suit had covered.
Like round, puffy parentheses the slightly darker lips of her pussy surrounded a little slip of flesh which pointed at the top of a crack that ran straight down to her slim butt. Billy appeared along side but seemed content to watch his older cousin massage his sister’s body. Rex let his thumbs trace the outer edges of the puffy lips then continued up pushing the knit top with them as his palms covered the flat chest where breasts would one day grow.
As he started to move back down Billy pulled his sisters leg toward him, opening her crotch, and spreading the little lips. The small ribbon of flesh stood out more and pinkness showed through where there was once a narrow crack. Rex knew the mechanics of the apparatus, or thought he did at least, from locker room talk, magazines, and reports from his friend Austin’s exploration of his girl friend. So he let his fingers travel to the little nub of flesh he had identified as a “hot button” or “clitty”.
The very second he let his thumbs touch it; Shelly winced, drew her legs together quickly, and giggled. “That’s my ticklish spot,” she announced. Rex had confirmation.
“You’ve got to let us touch you,” Billy commanded, “It’s the rules.” Shelly didn’t seem to have any real problem with it and quickly bent her knees and spread her legs again this time a little wider. She looked up at Rex with invitation in her eyes and this time Rex touched more gently with his fingers. Billy moved around Rex adding his to the mix and in a few minutes they were massaging the girl’s mound in concert. Then the boy spread his sister’s vaginal lips exposing even more of the pinkness.
The little piece of flesh seemed to stand up slightly and Rex could now see where the little opening was at the bottom of the moistening crack. Billy was obviously more familiar with the territory and ran a finger down to the opening as if pointing it out to Rex. He probed slightly with his index finger then moved back up to touch the little piece of flesh bringing another giggle from Shelly. This time she made no attempt to close her legs.
Rex saw his opportunity and moved his hand under Billy’s. Shelly’s eyes widened a little and a curious grin formed on her lips as she felt Rex’s finger begin to probe at her now moist crevice until it located the opening. When his finger penetrated to the first knuckle he felt his cousin’s hips flex slightly to meet it. Billy continued to administer to rest of his naked sister’s crotch rubbing just above where Rex’s finger had entered.
“Does that feel good,” the boy inquired. Shelly nodded her head concentrating on the sensation.
Shelly had a pensive look and nodded. “It tickles.” She hesitated continuing to study the sensation. Rex felt her pelvis flex and a slight twitching on his finger just before Shelly pushed their hands away. “Except it makes me want to pee,” and she jumped up. “OK, your turn.” She cleared the space for her brother. Rex was disappointed at the interruption. He was just accelerating the experiment, but he assumed they would go around again.
Shelly moved over the opening, stood on a small box to look out for possible intruders. Rex volunteered to help moving behind Shelly to take a look. As he did he let his hardened boyhood rub against his cousin’s thighs bringing a knowing look and smile.
Satisfied they were still alone in the woods they moved back over to an expectant Billy and began the examination of his parts. Rex managed to move beside Shelly and slip one arm around her as they fondled the stiff little soldier that Billy offered up. Billy’s little pecker was maybe only 3 ½ inches or so long and still little boy slim. It pointed up and curved slightly back with the uncircumcised head slightly larger around than the shaft. Shelly was obviously experienced in manipulating her brother’s organ but there was only room for one hand at a time so they took turns, one stroking the little tool, the other fondling the small tight sac.
“Does that feel good?” Shelly asked as she sped up her stroking. Billy nodded. She turned looking at Rex’s phallus sticking straight out next to her. It was obvious what she had in mind. “I’ll do ‘em both and see if they feel the same,” she announced, and reached for Rex’s unit with her free hand.
“Let’s just all feel each other,” Billy announced and sat up reaching for his sister’s crotch and looking at her hand on Rex. The trio moved closer together and found it more convenient to each do one of the others then trade. When it was Rex’s turn to do Shelly he rubbed her little clitty until he felt her hips start to flex then pushed a finger into the wet little opening.
The girl eyed him suspiciously as he began plunging his digit in and out getting a little deeper with each thrust. He felt tightness around the tip as he approached the second knuckle and when he pushed in past it Shelly winced.
“Ouch,” she said and pushed his hand away.
“Sorry,” Rex offered. She rubbed her fingers over the little slit.
“It’s OK. It just pinched for a second. You can do it some more if you want, just don’t do it as hard.” And the girl offered her self to Rex’s fingers again.
“Let me do you now,” Billy announced and they switched again. Billy’s hand was now in his sister’s crotch, while Rex gripped Billy’s little unit and Shell wrapped both hands around Rex’s pole.
Essentially ignoring her brother’s administrations to her, Shelly concentrated on Rex’s dick. “Will it squirt that sperm stuff if I keep doing this?” she questioned. Rex nodded in the affirmative his dick enjoying the attention.
“Good, I want to see it,” the slim girl announced and sped up her activity.
While she was so attentive to Rex, Billy had to move to one side and reach around to continue his exploration of his sister. After watching for a few minutes he returned his attention to Rex and began helping. A boy knows what a boy likes and in a few minutes Rex felt his urges rising. He let his own hands roam the privates of his two young cousins until he felt the eruption start and quickly grabbed a few sheets of toilet paper that Billy produced and exhaled sharply shooting an ample amount of boy come into the tissue.
There were some exclamations of “wow” and “cool” and “that’s more than Doug’s” before Rex wiped the residue from his dick allowing Shelly to inspect it before disposing of the evidence.
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The bus ride home seemed long. Many of the girls were sleeping. Diane was tired too, but her brain wouldn’t let her sleep. The two girls, Alice and Peggy had shared the bunk next to her from just after lights out. They weren’t even very quiet or cautious about what they were doing. There was constant movement and an occasional gasp. The blanket they were under didn’t hide much and when it slipped once it revealed one of the girl’s faces buried in the other’s crotch.
Diane was a collage of crazy thoughts. The description of Trish’s adventure was lingering in her mind and in her young body. Now she was feeling even more tingling in her crotch from what was going on next to her. She was privately embarrassed at what she was doing but could not stop the steady rubbing at the little button of skin and occasional insertion of her finger in the wet confines of her body.
She introduced a second finger, recalling Margie’s advice and fantasized about a real boy inserting himself. Finally a strong ripple went through her body and worried that her gasp might have been heard, and then she realized she had heard a couple of similar sounds around the cabin. Sleep still didn’t come right away. Wondering if doing it with a boy would make her feel the same brought her hand to her crotch again. After a few minutes more another spasm rippled through her before she drifted off to sleep.
But it was what happened the next morning that had Diane feeling almost guilty. Waking early was a habit with her and her last morning at camp was no exception. It was still too early for the sun to be up as Diane slipped toward the showers winding through the sleeping girls. She had expected to be alone but heard one of the showers running and peeked around the short wall of the stall.
A small slim girl was under the spray. Diane recognized her as the smallest, perhaps the youngest and definitely most undeveloped of the girls in her cabin. She had her back to Diane and was slightly bent over with her hands low in front of her. It was quickly obvious that she was administering to herself.
The girl was shy and had been a loner most of the week and Diane hadn’t seen her in the showers. Her small stature and immaturity had caused some of the girls to make fun and even shy away from her thinking she was younger. Diane knew she had to be about the same age but she was just what she had heard described as a “late bloomer”. It was surprising that the girl was involved in anything sexual, but her she was pressing her hand to her pussy.
As if sensing another presence the girl’s head darted around and she pulled her hand away. Her face was a bright crimson knowing she had been caught.
“Sorry,” Diane said softly, “I didn’t mean to interrupt.” The girl had a look of total panic. She was turned sideways to Diane now and was self consciously covering her privates with both hands.
“You, you saw, didn’t you?” the girl stammered at last. “Please don’t tell anybody.”
“It’s OK, nobody cares,” Diane knew she needed to mend this girl’s panic. “Everybody here does it.”
“Really?” the slim girl uttered after a short silence. Quietly with a note of guilt she added, “My mom says it’s a sin, I shouldn’t touch myself there.”
“Baloney,” Diane blurted out. “It’s natural and it doesn’t hurt anyone, “Besides who’s going to know what you do in the bathroom or in the bed?” The girl blushed again in admission. Now only a week after being encouraged by two older girls, Diane felt like the wise mentor and without invitation stepped up to the other shower head and turned on the valves. The dark haired girl watched and scanned the blonde girl’s blooming body.
“So, do you do it?” she asked, with a little hesitation.
“Sure, it’s fun.” Diane surprised herself with how worldly she had become in only one week at camp. She felt more knowledgeable if still inexperienced. Mindful of the instruction she had from Margie only a couple of days ago she felt benevolent toward her new acquaintance. “Had this week changed her into some kind of sex maniac?” she wondered, smiling to herself.
As she stepped under the water she was aware of the small girl’s eyes still admiring her budding body. “Golly you’re so beautiful. I wish I had a figure like yours. Everybody calls me a runt.” As she watched Diane begin to wash she let her hands drop from her front exposing a totally bald little slit.
“My boobs aren’t even growing yet, and I don’t have any hair, like, you know, down there.” She dropped her eyes toward her hairless crotch. Diane felt a pang of sympathy for the girl, who was, she observed less developed than her little sister.
“Hey, you’ll grow. We all develop at different times, you know.” Diane parroted what she had heard in health class. “Now turn around and I’ll wash your hair.”
The girl was slim to point of being skinny. Her ribcage was visible on either side of her midsection. From the back she could have been a boy with narrow hips and shoulders and virtually no waist line. Her hair was cropped short and she was pale from her shoulders to her thighs.
Diane grabbed some shampoo and rubbed over the girl’s hair and rinsed it fairly quickly. She had made up her mind about something. With soap in her hands she rubbed over the girl’s shoulders and down across her back. The girl turned her head slightly when Diane’s palm rubbed the tight cheeks of the girl’s butt. Bending slightly she dropped her hands down the outside of the girl’s thighs but moved to the inside on the way up.
Impulsively the small girl’s legs parted when Diane’s fingers brushed upward barely touching the thin lips of her bare pussy. Standing up Diane touched the girl by the shoulder and turned her around. They were now facing each other and the small girl’s eyes were wide wondering what was happening.
Diane rubbed her soapy hand over the skinny shoulders and down over the non existent breasts. But she stopped when she felt hardness in the pointy nipples. “These will start growing pretty soon I bet.” Diane resisted the urge to lean over and suck one of the small nipples in the interest of time and the possibility of getting interrupted.
Rubbing a little more soap Diane let her hand drift down the girl’s front as her dark doe eyes got wider. With no hesitation she directed her fingers to bald little slit and introduced one into the crevice. Just inside she felt a little bump and her new young friend jerked when it was touched.
“What are you doing?” she asked. “Just what you were doing before,” Diane answered and pressed her middle finger deeper into the groove.
“I shouldn’t let…I mean, you’re not supposed to…” the girl stammered but let her legs spread giving Diane better access to her immature pussy.
Forging ahead Diane slid her digit up and down the crevice, inside the outer lips and then down to find the tiny hole and slipped her finger in a little ways. The girl gasped and grabbed Diane’s wrist but didn’t pull it away. Then as Diane pressed more of her finger into the girl her eyes went from wide to closing, her hips rotated to meet the finger and her face took on the expression Diane would have expected to see on a girl getting her first fuck.
“Wha… what are you doing?” the girl breathed as Diane began the instinctive motion.
“Just making you feel good,” Diane whispered back. Feeling her charge begin to get weak in the knees she said, “Turn around and lean back on me.”
As soon as she complied Diane reached around, found her thin slit and worked it over the small bump of flesh that had seemingly swollen. Diane pressed her tits into the girl’s back let one hand fall on a small nipple and buried her other hand in the skinny girl’s crotch. She worked her finger in and out of the tight hole rubbing upward across the immature clit then back down again to plunge into more moisture. It was the same process that Diane had used on herself just last night.
Rushing to a conclusion before they were interrupted Diane sped up her assault on the girl’s pussy and just as she slipped a second finger into the breach the girl’s body shook and a little cry slipped from her throat. Diane felt spasm after spasm go through the skinny body and finally held the limp form from collapsing. After a few minutes under the water, the girl recovered and held a dreamy look as they rinsed and dressed.
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