Chapter 7
Between all the riding I'd done and all the fucking that had awaited me at the end of the road I was good and tired, and as soon as I was finished with that delightful mud bath I just slipped off into the camp ground and went straight to sleep. I can never remember having such a peaceful and relaxing night's sleep-I don't think I moved a muscle the entire night. There's a wonderful kind of exhaustion that overtakes you after lots of riding, a physical exhaustion that is somehow added to by a mental peace-you know you've covered lots of ground, and it's a wonderful restful feeling.
In the morning I woke up feeling as fresh as a little kid. It was a beautiful day-sunny, clear and not too hot-and I was eager to get on the road again as quickly as I could. What I thought I'd do was just take a little skinny-dip in the pond, wake myself up and start the day off right with a little bath. I didn't even want to hang around for breakfast, I was so eager to get on the road. I thought I'd chalk up sixty or seventy miles and then stop at a diner somewhere. Even after just one full day's riding, I really felt like I was a road kind of person, the motorcycle already seemed to be an integral part of me.
So I walked on down to the pond and took off my clothes and got ready to wade on in. I was in just barely up to my knees when I looked further into the pond and saw one of the prettiest little girls I'd ever seen swimming around like a sort of mermaid. I stood there for a few minutes and just watched her. She was so beautiful that the excitement I felt;-initially at least-wasn't even sexual, just a calm kind of appreciation, like the way you might look at a beautiful painting or sculpture. She seemed very slender and young, and she frisked in the water like some sort of sea nymph. Her movements were all graceful and playful, and her long blond hair streamed behind her as she swam. She really was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
I figured she didn't know she was being watched--she was just so totally at ease with herself that I couldn't imagine that she knew I was looking at her. She would swim around for a few minutes, making little circles in the water, the drops flying from her feet as she kicked around boldly. Then she would stop for a while and tread water, wringing her hair out over her shoulders with one hand while staying afloat with the other. While she treaded water her small firm breasts bobbed above the water line, and I would get occasional glimpses of her very light pink nipples poking out above the green foam.
Well, never being one to admire beauty from too great a distance, I started wading out to where she was. When she caught sight of me, she didn't seem to be at all embarrassed by my presence-on the contrary, she seemed delighted to have a playmate in that wonderful pond. She gave me a big hello and then she asked me if that was my motorcycle that she had seen parked in the campground. I told her it was, and I felt a surge of pride as I did so. She herself seemed very excited to hear that a woman rode a motorcycle-although she was incredibly ballsy in her own way, as I was later to find out. The thought of a woman owning a big cycle had never occurred to her. Like most girls-even the sexiest and most aggressive ones-she had never quite made the connection between femininity and riding bikes. So she was very intrigued by the fact that it was my bike, and I could tell that she immediately wanted to get to know me better. That was just fine with me, since as I moved closer to her she seemed more and more beautiful and the initial calm appreciation of her body that I had felt was gradually changing to a sort of lecherous desire just to grab hold of her beautiful small breasts with their pink nipples, to run my hand over her smooth young skin and to see just how developed her hips and her thighs and her pussy were. But I didn't move too fast-after all, she only seemed to be about sixteen at the most, and I certainly didn't want to scandalize or frighten the poor young creature.
So we stood there in the water for a few minutes casually talking about motorcycles, briefly telling each other the story of our lives. And though the talk was very calm and low-keyed, I noticed that a couple of times Susie was staring rather brazenly at my full breasts which were being supported by the water, and floating there at an angle which I must admit was quite lovely. But we talked, and didn't admit to each other that we were craving lesbian sex. I learned from Susie that she had run away from home about six months ago. She had had enough of school and enough of the restrictions of her parents, and she just wanted to be off on her own. She told me that she had had lots of adventures-sexual adventures, she said-and as she told me this she gave me a searching and rather playful stare that made me quite confident that we would be lovers in just a few minutes.
Well, after the conversation had gone on for a while it got plainer and plainer that we were really hot for each other. I saw her sweet pink nipples get firmer above the water line, and I could just envision her sweet young pussy warmly wet beneath the surface of the water. I could envision the tender new hair on it, hair that as I remembered from my own adolescence would just be beginning to curl, that would not yet have wound itself into the tight knots of a mature woman's cunt hair but which would still be soft and lush and beginning to curl at the ends, yet still be enticingly straight for much of its length. And of course it would not be as thick yet as the bush of a grown woman, and so the plump pink flesh of her labia would be delightfully visible.
I was getting so involved in these fantasies that I felt my own cunt begin to twitch, and so it was no wonder that the conversation began to lag. It was very difficult to keep up a stream of pleasant chatter while I was feeling myself get hot, and soon I reached the point where I wanted just to reach out and grab this sweet young thing and get something started. But still I restrained myself-robbing the cradle has never been my thing, that is, of course, unless the cradle asks to be robbed.
Well, what ended up happening was that Susie asked me in the coyest sweetest voice that I'd ever heard how to play shark.
"Shark?" said I.
"Yeah, sharks. It's a game where you stand in the water, and spread your legs out real wide and I come along and swim between them. Want to play?"
"Sure," I said.
So we waded in together to where the water was just a wee bit shallower, so that I could stand with my legs spread wide apart and the water just barely covering my tits. Susie, who seemed to have a knack for teasing way beyond her years, started off way far away, so that I'd have a few titillating moments watching her swim toward me before she actually swam through my legs. I didn't expect her to do anything with my cunt-I couldn't imagine that she's be quite that forward-but just the thought of having that tender young body swimming between my thighs, the thought of those slender but strong legs kicking their way between my legs, working the cool water around me, whipping the ripples against my cunt and my thighs like some sort of whirlpool bath-the whole idea excited me greatly, and even though I didn't expect anything more of it than a little head thrill, I felt my pussy grow wetter with anticipation. I watched her as she swam toward me, cutting through the water like a wonderful aquatic creature and then, a couple of yards be-fore she reached me, she dove deep under the surface and came toward me under the murky-green of the pond.
But instead of just swimming between my legs, as I thought she would do, she managed to work her hands along the insides of my thighs and ass. The contact might have been accidental-Susie was such an excellent tease that even at this point I couldn't quite be sure if she was fucking me or only playing her innocent little child's game. When she surfaced a few yards in back of me I heard her voice telling me to turn around so she could swim back. So I did, spreading my legs out even wider this time, feeling my-feet sink into the sensuous slime of the bottom. She came toward me again, and this time there could be no question-that nibbling that I felt between my legs was no child's game, and was no hungry little fish either; it was Susie toying with my clit, taking my pulsating nub between her lips and toying with it there beneath the water.
Susie must have been raised in the water, because she managed to stay down there for what seemed like an incredibly long time, eating me as naturally as could be, working me into a veritable lather in one deep breath. Looking' down into the water, I saw her whole body writhing with delight, with the excitement of eating a woman's cunt, especially a woman who was manly enough to ride a motorcycle. It thrilled me to realize that she was so excited by me and I felt my juices flow more freely, spilling out into her mouth, spilling out into the cool water of the pond.
Finally she came up for air and stood standing close against me. She was considerably shorter than I but since I had my legs spread so far out we were almost exactly the same height. I reached my arms around her slender back and pulled her close to me in a tender but firm embrace. And I could feel her small and amazingly firm young tits brush against my own heavier ones. It is a remarkable sensation, and one of the utter joys of lesbianism-to feel another woman's breasts against your own, to feel the firm flesh of her nipples pressing against the ever so sensitive flesh of your own, and to feel the slight yielding that occurs on both sides when two tits meet. But Susie, being so young and apparently so athletic, had the firmest pair of breasts that I have ever felt-they didn't yield at all, and yet somehow they were wonderfully soft, the nipples were so hard that they pressed right into mine but in a way that suggested the most wonderful little-girl sort of tenderness. We stayed in the embrace for a long time, the shared sensations sending ripples down through the in sides of our breasts, down our bodies to our eve hotter pussies.
And then, slowly, with the confidence an sureness of touch of a much more experienced woman, Susie withdrew one of her hands fro around my back and slipped it gently between my wide-open legs. Always the tease, she at just pulled at my pubic hair, sending luscious little stings through my skin, stings which somehow seemed to feel into the very depths o my snatch. Working her fingers through my cunt hair as lovingly as if it were the curls of loved one's head she let the folds of my puss-ripple between her soft young fingers. I could feel the juice pouring out of me more and mo-thickly, and it seemed to be providing a sort o pomade for my hair. I seemed to be turning out a very special sort of cunty tonic! Gradually she arranged her fingers so that the two middle on were spreading apart the folds of my cunt lips were lying wide open as she rubbed the: back and forth and the cool water was tickling the inside of my pussy. Forced up me by the gentle but insistent pressure of her hand friggin back and forth, the water climbing more an more highly up my hole, reaching higher and higher up toward the deep insides of my puss and as it climbed higher I felt myself growing more excited. This young seemingly innocent girl, by the expert motion of her hand, was actually fucking me with water! She was actually using the pond itself to fuck me, to fill my pussy And although the water had neither the wonderful hardness of a cock, nor the wonderful playfulness of a tongue and lips, it had a remarkable attraction, a sensation that was at once natural and yet very perverse-the water was inanimate, seemingly shapeless and yet it conformed to the folds of my cunt, it climbed up among my inner tissues in whatever shape they demanded while at the same time exerting a gentle and cool pressure of its own.
She diddled me that way for a while, fucked me with the water while we still stood there embracing nipple to nipple, and then she brought her fingers into play. Not even bothering to take a tentative plunge with one, she immediately thrust two fingers up inside me-I suppose I have the image of a woman with a big cunt, a woman for whom one finger is not even a warm-up. Some women have that image I know and I flatter myself that perhaps I'm one of them. One look at them is enough to tell you they've got big stretched-out holes, pussies that are huge partly because the women who own them are just made to fuck, the women are all cunt and the size of their actual box proves it. So Susie must have known that I was one of those insatiable women because she started me off with two fingers, and before I even got used to the pressure of those she introduced a third. It amazed me that someone so young could have such an amazing intuitive grasp of the essential brutality of finger fucking. Working her hand in and out of me, the pressure of the fingers combined with the ever increasing slap of the water and I could feel myself mounting toward orgasm.
I generally don't come so quickly-when I come, I really come but it takes awhile to get me there; I like lots of fucking, and before letting my orgasm go I hold out for as much as I can get. But there was something so exquisite, so wonderfully perverse about the fingers of this young girl and the mind work that went into her fucking that I felt myself reaching a peak of excitement from only a couple of minutes of her diddling.
And it must have been that her intuition extended itself even to knowing just when to increase the pressure because at the exact moment that I would have wished for even a bit more straining inside my cunt, she introduced a fourth finger! All four fingers of her right hand were inside me now and she brought them up into me very hard, with all the strength of her firm young arms, brought the fingers up into me so far that I could feel the knuckles of the palm of her hand thrusting up against the outside of my twat. Again and again she brought her hard fingers up into me, being less and less the coy young tease and more and more the gentle but in some way bitchy young lesbian.
I suddenly felt an irresistible desire to eat her pussy, to taste her juices-the sweet new juices of a young girl, juices which have not yet developed the fishy tang of a mature woman's cunt, but which have a wonderfully fresh and new taste, the taste of a cunt just coming to life. I was so overwhelmed with the desire to eat her cunt that the sensation of her fingers still fucking me were almost secondary-though of course it was the excitement of her fingers that made me think of her pussy in the first place. But at this point, all I could think of was burying my face into her sweet young muff, sticking my tongue up into her hole as far as it could go, nibbling at her clit and the wonderful smooth edges of her lips with my teeth. There was nothing else in the world that I wanted, except to lay her down and lay my head between her legs, reach around her ass with my hands, and knead the firm flesh of her buttocks while I sucked at her cunt.
So I reluctantly backed away from the wonderful pressure of her hand, and grabbing her decisively by her arm above her elbow I began wading toward shore, roughly towing her behind as if she were some sort of small boat-or maybe it was more like the mama duck leading the baby duck for a fuck.
Once we reached the shore, I decided that I wanted to be the one in charge. I had tremendously enjoyed putting myself in the hands, as it were, of this aggressive and intriguing young girl, but now I knew exactly what I wanted and I wanted to go about the shortest way of getting it. So I roughly threw her down onto the muddy bank of the pond, and followed her down there myself, falling onto my knees roughly. But even this didn't shock her, she apparently was just as worldly at sixteen as I had been. No doubt she too had been through her initiation of fucking in the corn fields, of being abused and loving it by the first man and no doubt by a great number of them since. Well, I arranged her just as I wanted her there on the ground-I put her on her side and curled her up, the perfect position for a little sixty-nine. Once I had her exactly how I wanted her, I arranged myself against her-I brazenly and without any sort of prelude ground my hips into her face and at the same time I thrust my own head down between her thighs, and immediately began sucking at her pussy.
She was amazingly wet. The lips of her cunt were swollen from the sheer pressure of the juices within it and her sweet immature blondish hair was matted down and gushing from its supply of stored cunt sap. Crazed by the feel and the taste of this young snatch, I worked my tongue in and out of her hole as hard and as fast as I could. The tightness of the hole, its elasticity-the entire feel of it reminded me of my own at the age of sixteen, and at least part of the rapture I felt was pure narcissism. In a way, it was as if I were eating my own pussy! It was as if I were going back several years in time, to the point where I myself was first discovering all the wonders of sex, even before I had discovered how wonderful another woman's body can be, and I was working on myself-it was as if I had myself, my girlhood, laid out there on the muddy bank, free to do whatever I wanted with her! It was a wonderfully perverse sensation, and the head thrill of it made me bob my head between her legs with all the more force; it made my tongue flick in and out of the pink tissue of her snatch with ever greater urgency.
At the same time, Susie was eating my cunt with tremendous abandon, and almost to my surprise, I realized that she was every bit as adept with her mouth as she was with her hands. Teasing me along, she worked her tongue around the perimeter of my snatch, worked the slippery tip of it over the raggedy insides of my cunt lips, flicked very gently at my clit but with her teasing way, never went deep into my hole, and never decisively seized my clit between her teeth or lips. She was out to tease me, to play with my cunt, to savor it in her own way and to give me no choice but to savor slowly the sensation that she was offering. Our styles of eating pussy contrasted exquisitely-I was sucking hot and heavy, she was licking and playing with admirable restraint, and the contrast added to the excitement. Although she was the younger, I was the one who was going at it with all the vigor of a sex-crazed adolescent, and she was the one who was as cool and collected and conscious of just what was happening as if she herself were a consummate whore with lots of experience behind her.
But the thrill of having her cunt eaten by a motorcycle-riding woman began to erode her restraint and I noticed with satisfaction that it was becoming harder and harder to play the role of the cool laid-back kind of whore she was trying to be. I could feel that her tongue was beginning to flutter spastically as the sensations J was pouring into her cunt traveled up her body and made every inch of her quiver with excitement. No longer did she lick my cunt quite so easily or calmly-now she was getting to the point where she would dare to put her tongue deep up into me, letting me feel the pressure against my walls. And also, as if she could no longer help herself, she took what by now was my swollen and very pulsating clit between her teeth, and nibbled it rhythmically, letting the sharp edges of her front teeth torture the root of it, letting the inside of her teeth rub back wonderfully over the tip of it. No one knows how to eat a woman quite as well as a woman-there is a wonderful sort of communication between clits, and a woman's mouth can seem always to figure out exactly what a clit needs. I was being eaten so exquisitely that the act of eating her in return came to seem almost like a sacred duty-she was giving me so much pleasure that my whole being yearned to reciprocate. Accordingly I worked her cunt more and more thoroughly. As if guided by some sort of horny radar, I could feel my tongue and teeth instinctively finding the very most sensitive pieces of her snatch. I had my arms wrapped around her, and I worked the firm flesh of her ass while I ate her. And then it occurred to me to toy with the little pink toy of her asshole while I ate her. I let my fingers wander down to that wonderful, remarkably tight sphincter, and I tortured it gently while eating her cunt. Responding well to this added little bit of horniness, I could feel her juices spurt afresh, and the taste of them seemed to grow somehow riper, somehow sharper, as if her wonderful young body was maturing there in the very act of sixty-nining on the bank!
We were both mounting toward orgasm, and interlocked as we were,, we both began to rock in a sort of fetal rhythm-but the rhythm was not like the fetus in the womb, it was not a return to the womb that was making us rock, but rather the taste of the womb, the taste and the feel of those primeval juices and primeval tissue that made up women, and that made us hunger for each other. More and more firmly we gripped each other's ass, pulling our soaked crotches into the other's face with as much strength as we had. Mercilessly, we ground our groins into the other's face, our faces were covered with each other's cunt juice, and our pussies were spread wide apart from the pressure of lips and chins and noses. We reached such a state of excitement that it was impossible to tell whether we were getting eaten by teeth or tongue or lips-the pressure that we exerted against each other's twat was such that it almost felt as if we had each other's entire face inside of us! I felt as if I were being fucked by the tender cylinder of her nose, I felt as if I were being fingered by the wonderful roundness of her chin! Her forehead was on me, I thought I felt her eyelashes flutter against the tender spread-open tissue of my snatch! Harder and harder we pressed against each other, I ran my face over her twat till my very hairline was soaked with her cunt sap. And then the inevitable sensations started-the quivers began deep inside my cunt and fluttered through my entire body, fluttered with such grinding passion that I imagined her very face must be sharing in the orgasm. I pictured circular hot ripples pulsing out of my snatch and engulfing her face! And whether or not it was my orgasm that brought on hers, I could feel her pulses beginning as well. She ground her snatch against my face even harder and I heard a long low whistle escape from between her clenched teeth. We spurted our final juices into each other's mouth-the pressure was built up so terrifically that when we finally did come we actually spurted juices like men, and then we lay back on the bank, our heads resting on each other's thighs, satisfied in the total enjoyment of a lesbian fuck.