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Pammys Perfect
Pink
pt. 4
Jan led
Pammy up the stairs.
Pammy
noticed the movement of Jans* ass beneath her sheer red thong and felt her
nipples become firm.
She then
took the lead pulling her lover into her bedroom and spun her around saying,
*Kiss me
Janny.*
Jan took
Pammys* face between her palms and kissed her.
Her
tongue danced about Pammys* pink lips then slid inside.
Pammy
responded and soon the girls were sucking away at each others mouth.
Jan
pulled away. *Pammy, I*ll understand if you likeYas better... I mean...*
The perky
blonde looked into the moistend eyes of her very special friend and replied
softly.
*No,
Janny, mom was right.*
*Yas was
my first girl and Brad was just kinda fun and maybe a way to be *prom queen.*
*You
heped me on the team, Jan, and gave me such good cummys.*
*You were
the best of all and you*re so special to me.
*Oh.
Sweetie,* said Jan, *I do want you to be *prom
queen* but, even if you*re not,
you will
always be my queen.*
She
kissed her again with her tongue seeking deep within Pammys* mouth.
They
parted and hugged with their young breasts pressed together.
The
aroused blonde lifted her skirt and tickled the moist vee of her panties with a
sharp
little nail.
*I really
like your kisses, Jan, especially here.*
Her lover
smiled, *Thought you would never ask baby.*
*Let*s
get those off, ok?*
She knelt
and slid Pammys panties to her feet
*Oh.
Babe, are you ok? You*ve made a mess.*
Pammy
giggled.
*I was
thinking of you as I pooped and played with my kitty.*
*I just
didn*t wipe.*
*It felt
so naughty not to.*
Jan
looked at the tight blonde pussy and then up into the angelic face.
Pammy had
a wide grin with a fingernail lightly between her teeth.
Her
dancing blue eyes and pink lips made an adorable sight.
*That was
naughty, said Jan, but I*ll tell you a secret.*
*Special
girls, like you, get to do all sorts of naughty things.*
*Let*s take a shower and clean you up, ok?*
Jan
tossed Pammys* soiled panties aside and the two girls entered the bathroom.
They
showered together with caresses and kisses beneath the water.
Jan had
Pammy turn around, took a lathered sponge to her bottom and wiped away all the
poop.
They
dryed each other with fluffy towels and returned to Pammys* bed.
They lay
down and began to explore at their leisure.
Pammy
really liked her lovers* larger titties and suckled with her pretty lips.
With her
full nipples, nearly exploding, Jan stroked away at Pammys* bottom.
After
wetting her finger, in her own flowing sex, she slid a finger right into
Pammys*
little
rosebud anus.
*Ooo,
Jan, that feels so good.*
*Can you
do that and kiss my kitty puss?* asked Pammy.
*Sure
baby, just relax, Janny is going to make her princess feel good.* said Jan as
her lips
went to Pammys* nipples.
The sweet
little buds grew beneath each swipe of her tongue until the pretty peaks
were full
with arousal.
Jan
kissed her way from tits to tummy and then into the sweet valley between
Pammys*
thighs.
Dispite
their earlier tryst this is the first time Jan has had a really good look.
Pammys*
pink folds reminded her of a painting she had once seen by Georgia O*Keefe.
Here,
however, was no dry painting but a real fragrant flower dripping with dew and
honey.
She felt
like a butterfly about to feast at a fountain of nectar.
She could
see the pulse of the clit, still partly hidden, and was determined to bring it
forth.
Jan
licked along the sides of the glistening lips and kept her finger slowly busy in
Pammys* tush.
Jan
gradually got deeper with her finger then slid her tongue inside the warm
cavern of Pammys* pussy.
Her long
agile tongue licked all around the petals and slurped up all the nectar her
princess gave her.
Her
tongue moved upward and lapped at the receptive clit.
Pammy
writhed sweetly on her lovers tongue and finger.
It
was so nice to feel Jans* finger in her
bummy and the silken tongue that had now reached her *special spot*.
Her legs
wrapped around Jan pulling her closer.
Pammys*
movements inspired Jan further.
Her oral
adoration lingered at Pammys bud then burrowed straight inside once again.
Jans*
athletic tongue gave deep thrusts, languid licks and a targeted suck until
Pammy
tightened
her thighs.
She
engulfed her lover between her legs, and sceamed.
*Now
Janny. Ohh, Yes! Now Janny.*
Jan could
barely hear from between Pammys* taut thighs but, even with the lust she
felt,
almost giggled as she gatherd a few words from Pammys* incoherent rant.
*Oh,
JANNY, that feels so good in my BUMMY, oh Janny, you give me such GOOD
CUMMYS,
you really LOVE me sweetie, you even love my ASS.*
Pammys*
climax was intense upon Jans* talented tongue and she just couldn*t help
herself.
Jan felt
the steady flow of Pammys* cream over her tongue and took it all.
It really
was YUMMY and she wished she could add that to Pammys* orgasmic alliterations.
Her
mouth, however, was much too busy.
She felt
a spurt and then another, both very creamy, and forcing her to swallow quickly.
The next
spurt was different. wetter, saltier, more tangy.
In her
reverie of cumming Pammy had released a slight burst of pee.
This was
not unexpected to Jan and she was eager to accomodate her lover.
Pammys*
orgasms, or in her words *cummys,* were so pretty to Jan that she swallowed
the brief
flow of pee instantly then gently cleaned the source of their mutual passion.
Jan
enjoyed Pammys* cummy and found her own release as delicate toes played
with her
yearning wetness.
She
drenched the spoiled teens* foot with her climax.
Jan moved
up to kiss her young queen all about her breasts and face.
Though
sweet lips did find their targets, sheer fatigue required that the girls had to
finally say goodbye to the day.
Pammy was
quite exhausted and Jan just told her to turn on her tummy.
The
devoted girl then gave Pammy a massage and kissed her bottom until they both
fell asleep.
Both
slept like a stone.
Jan awoke
with Pammys* bottom as her pillow and, giving it a kiss, trotted off to the
bathroom.
She
returned to the bedroom and found Pammy, now on her back, snoring like an
overdosed springbreak coed.
Jan
snuggled back into bed, kissed each of Pammys* proud pink nipples and coxed the
sleeping
nymph onto her side.
The
snoring ceased and Jan cuddled her pretty treasure beneath the satin sheets.
.
The girls
awoke again in late morning.
They
kissed a little, showered, dressed and went downstairs.
Patricia
and Yas were nowhere about so the girls made a breakfast of poptarts and coffee.
The
caffine and sugar made them both quite giddy and Pammy suggested they go
riding.
Pammys*
first pony had sparked an interest in the equistrienne arts of both her and
Patricia.
The
stable was built and grew to contain nine sleek steeds with room for more.
Jan fit
into some of Patricias* older jeans and boots but Pammys* outfit was the real
deal
and she
made Jan wait downstairs while she changed.
The
stylish rider emerged in tight creamy johdpurs with a ruffled black blouse.
She wore
riding boots and a jaunty cap.
She held
two quirts and handed one to her partner.
*I doubt
you will need this but it*s important to show who is in charge.* said Pammy.
Jan had
to swallow hard and sit back down at the vision before her.
Pammy moved
closer and tousled her hair.
*Come on,
silly, it will be fun.*
Jan was
new to riding but caught on quick.
After a
gallop, aound the lake, the girls slowed their horses to a walk along the
grassy trail.
They
talked of their ride, school, and their upcoming games until small talk was
exhausted.
They rode
in silence until Pammy spoke.
*Janny,
Did you really mean it?
*What,
honey?* asked Jan.
*You said
you wanted to belong to a girl like me. Do you, Janny? Do you really want to
be mine?*
*I know
I*ve been pretty selfish when we*re together but you really seem to
like it*.
*Yas said
she belonged to my mom and clearly loves her.*
*Could
you be like that with me?*
*I love
how Yas always calls her *Miss Patricia* and does everything she says.*
*I think
Yas and Patricia are pretty together,* said Jan, *and I kinda like that you*re
selfish,
somehow,
it just makes it better for me.*
*Miss
Pammy.*
Pammy
smiled widely at hearing her new title come from Jans* lips.
She
stopped her steed and looked directly at Jan.
Those
deep brown eyes held no secrets.
Jan did
love her and would do anything she asked.
Pammy
felt a surge of confidence and power go through her, and something else,
a sense
of responsibility for someone who could love her so much.
*Me too.*
said Pammy. *Watch this.*
Her quirt
smacked her steed and she galloped away toward the stables.
Jan tried
to keep up but could not pry her eyes from Pammys* bottom as it bounced
away
above the saddle.
Her inattention
caused her horse to slow and she bit her lower lip, in anticipation, as
he
trotted toward his home.
Yas had
awoke early and, after her own light breakfast, made tea and jellied muffins
for
Patricia.
She was,
again, in her red thong and heels as she returned to the bedroom with a tray
and knelt
by the bed.
The sight
of Miss Patricia, in disarray, was nearly orgasmic for her.
Her
Ladys* hair spilled on the pillows and her white satin teddy covered only her
tummy,
Her
sleepy eyes fluttered open at the smell of tea and muffins.
*Oh,
that*s perfect Yas. I think I have something for you as well.* said Patricia as
she
spread
her legs and sat higher in the bed.
Yas sat
the tray on a bedside table and handed the steaming cup to her lady.
Patricia
took a sip then pointed between her thighs.
*Slowly,
darling, while I plan our day.*
Patricia
enjoyed her breakfast and announced that she would like to go shopping.
Yas
murmured her agreement as her tongue gently savored Miss Patricias* morning
dew.
Sometime
later, she heard the clatter of cup and saucer set aside and then a sensual
voice.
*Deeper,
darling. and just a bit more pressure as you lick.*
The girl
complied and did her best.
She knew
that Miss Patricia took great pleasure in her first climax of the day.
When the
lovely lady clamped her thighs about her face and lunged at her questing tongue
she felt
a great sense of pride.
Miss
Patricia was cumming because of her,
Several
sweet spurts of elegant nectar shot into her mouth.
Yas felt
the electric jolt that began in her tongue, moved onward to her breasts, and
then
deep
within her.
Untouched,
her orgasm became the exclaimation mark to that of her MIstress.
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