Date: Fri, 21 Feb 2003 20:44:37 +0000
From: bluemillipede@hotmail.com
Subject: Young wet fun

One of the advantages of growing up in a small village is
that you get to know people. Very well. At the time of this
particular memory, when I was growing up, there was a group
of us - boys and girls - ranging in age from four to twelve,
from Cass, the youngest at 4, to Jim, at 12 the eldest. In
between there were myself, 5, Laura, 8, and Mark who was
ten. We didn't always play together usually Laura and Cass,
who were sisters, would play with me, and Jim and Mark would
play with me, but the two groups just didn't go together.
Meant more fun for me though.

Laura, Cass and myself would get together at weekends and
during the school holidays. Their parents owned a pub, which
meant that whilst they were open for business downstairs, we
girls would be left to our own devices upstairs. Usually we
would play board games for a while, and then dressing up.
Dressing up was normally what lead on to our other games -
somewhere between the taking off of our normal clothes and
putting on the old costumes and frocks, we would get
sidetracked, ending up sitting together in a pair or all
three, naked, looking at each others bodies. I loved the way
we all had perfect little slits between our legs, bald and
pink, and tiny pink nipples as well. Of course, it didn't
just go as far as looking, it wasn't long before we started
touching as well. I don't remember the first time I touched
or licked a pussy simply because I've been doing it ever
since I remember.
The times that really stick in my mind are when we would go
and play at the local playing field. We were trusted to go
ourselves because we were quiet and well behaved, and so we
would take ourselves off to play together in a deep gully
covered by thick hawthorn hedge, the centre of which was
hollow. In this little "base" we had bottles of water and
pop, old blankets stolen from rag bags at home, and any
interesting bits and pieces we picked up around the village
but didn't want to take home. We also had privacy.

We would begin by sitting around and telling stories, either
made up or real, about touching ourselves or being touched,
and would usually start rubbing our pussies and our flat
little breasts through our clothes while we did so. From
here we would begin touching each other - stroking our
fingers over each others breasts, then bottoms, then moving
round to rub each other's pussies, faster and harder,
pressing the seams of our jeans or the fabric of our skirts
into the little wet slits between our legs, rubbing our
thighs together and squirming. If we knew we had time, a
long summer day for example, we would take our clothes off
and lay together on one of the blankets, or on the dry mud,
and rub our bodies together, trying to press our pussies
against each other, kissing, tonguing each other's mouths as
we humped our little cunts together. With three of us this
didn't always work out so well, so we devised a system by
which Laura would kneel behind me and rub both my pussy and
hers while I licked Cass's little slit, then we would swap,
each in turn licking and being licked, fingering and being
fingered. We never really finger fucked each other at first
but god it felt good.

When we tired of humping, licking and stroking, we would
move to telling stories again, each of us rubbing our
pussies as we listened to the others telling tales about how
they liked to rub themselves while they were in the bath, or
how Laura and Cass would creep into each other's beds for
the night and continue our little games there. I would tell
of my play with Mark and Jim, but that's another story!
Usually, one of us at least would need to pee, and this
became yet another game to us. Either we would pee in our
panties, watched by our friends, enjoying the hot wet
feeling of piss soaked fabric pressing against us, or we
would pee naked, standing or squatting in front of the
others, shooting out a hard hot stream against the bare dry
soil, sticking a finger in and tasting it, the onlookers
laying on their fronts, humping their hands while they
watched the show-off pee. When we were done, it was usually
time to go home, so home we would go, looking forward to
going to the base tomorrow, or playing dress up.

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