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The Lakeside Picnic

by Abe

As soon as she arrived at her host family's log home

in the mountains, Marie began to realize that

America was not at all as she had expected it would

be.  She had been told that, as an exchange student,

her behavior must be beyond reproach. She must

take her lead from her host family. She must dress

as Americans dress, behave as they behave, and, of

course, follow the rules at the university in the fall.

She was told that all American girls wear brasiers,

and they certainly seemed to in the movies and TV she

had seen, so she had bought three before leaving for

America.  But then Louise, her eldest host "sister"

told her no, there was no need to wear a bra.  She

had brought pajamas and a night dress, not sure

which would be correct, but Arlene, the second

oldest, told her all three sisters slept naked, and she

should too.  And then, as they were getting ready to

go to sleep, together in the "bunk room" loft of the

log house, they had insisted that Marie must shave

her legs and arm pits and pubic area.  Louise had

helped, "down there", as Marie had never shaved

before. It was all very strange, here in America.

After breakfast, "Mom," suggested the girls

introduce Marie to horseback riding and said she

would make a picnic lunch for them, if they wanted

to go for a ride.  "What should I wear?" asked

Marie.  "Wear the jeans we bought at the mall

yesterday, and a T‑shirt, and sneakers, no socks."

"Sneakers?"  "Canvas shoes, rubber soles?"  "Oh,

yes.  I got some at the same store where we got the

jeans."  Binkie found her a straw hat and some sun

glasses, bright red cat‑eyed glasses that none of the

sisters would ever be seen in, but Marie assumed

they were stylish.  When she was dressed, Marie

asked, "Do I look like a cowgirl?"  Her three sisters

just laughed.  Binkie snapped a picture and said,

"Marie, there's no such thing as a cowgirl, except in

old movies. Come on, let's get saddled up."

They departed, across the fields and into the woods,

in single file: Binkie, Louise, Marie, and Arlene.

Binkie, barely five feet tall and mounted on her

pony, went first, so as not to be left behind.  Marie,

on old Yankee, was between the other two sisters

for safety's sake, though she was assured she had

only to sit there in the saddle; Yankee knew the

way.  It was Marie's first time on a horse, and she

found it very exciting.  Her legs were widespread by

the Western saddle, and the stiff, new jeans, she

discovered, had seams she could feel rubbing her

newly shaved vulva through her thin nylon panties.

The smells of the leather, and the horses, and the

pines, and the sort of dusty, hot smell of the grasses

and wild flowers all were new to her, a city girl.  As

the horses began to climb, the ride got a bit jerkier,

and Marie held the saddle horn with both hands,

feeling more secure that way.  However, even that

slight inclination forward increased the friction

between her legs.  The horses were only walking, so

she couldn't ask to slow down, but it certainly was

distracting. 

Once they were out of the brush and new growth,

where their jeans kept their legs from getting

scratched by branches, they rode through a pine

forest, warm and fragrant.  Binkie stopped and

dismounted, tossing the reins over a branch so her

mount wouldn't wander while she peeled off her

clothes.  Louise and Arlene did the same, putting

their clothes in the saddle bags.  Marie awkwardly

dismounted.  "I don't understand," she said.  "Not

to worry.  When in America, do as the Americans

do.  We're going swimming when we get to the

lake.  Leave your shoes on, though; you don't want

to cut your foot on something."  Marie complied

and peeled off her shirt and jeans and panties.  She

wasn't used to being nude outdoors, but there was

nobody to see but her host sisters.  How big

America must be. Since waving to Mom,  they

hadn't seen another human being or even a road or

a house.  A jet plane, about five miles up, drew a

contrail across the sky, but otherwise they might

have been on the frontier, 200 years ago, Marie

thought.

The girls mounted up, Louise holding Yankee's

reins until Marie was seated, and then they went on,

climbing up and over a low ridge.  The feel of

warm leather against the sensitive skin of her inner

thighs was a new and exciting sensation for Marie,

and when they were going downhill, the saddle

seemed to pull on Marie's newly naked labia, very

distracting.  Soon all the girls were gleaming with

sweat.  Marie noted how tanned her sisters were, all

over, while she felt so white.  Finally, as they

pushed their way through trees and bushes, they

came out on the shore of a beautiful little lake, with

a nice grassy meadow  to picnic.  Louise helped

Marie to dismount, and they let the horses browse,

untethered. Binkie spread a blanket on the grass.

"Last one in is a rotten egg!" she yelled, and she ran

into the lake, lifting her knees high and splashing as

she ran.  Louise and Arlene weren't far behind, and

the three of them cavorted, splashing each other and

laughing.  Marie slowly waded into the chilly water.

She had never before gone swimming totally nude,

but the idea didn't bother her.  She had friends who

had; they went to a school which had a bathing

pool.  After all, if she could share a room with her

sisters, sleeping naked, there was no harm in

swimming naked with them.  Marie grimaced as the

cold water covered her knees and giggled when the

chill  reached her labia.  She dove forward into the

water, to get wet all over, chilled all at once, instead

of the slow method.  Regaining her feet, knees bent

so only her head was above water, she used one

hand to swish water between her legs, to clean and

cool herself after the sweaty saddle.  She saw the

others were splashing each other and playing tag in

the shallower water.

"Come on," called Louise, "it's time to eat."  Marie

was glad to get out of the water.  Her nipples were

erect and she seemed covered with gooseflesh.  Her

teeth chattered, and she imagined her lips were

blue.  The other girls showed similar signs of being

chilled.  "Do we have any towels?" asked Marie.

"No, we'll just lie on the blanket and let the sun dry

us."  Marie found herself sandwiched between

Arlene and Louise, skin to skin, but it was warmer

that way.  Binkie took a picture.  Again, Marie

seemed so white, while her host sisters were tanned.

She realized they must often lie in the sun nude.

Soon it was time for lunch, and Marie was

introduced to two more novelties, peanut butter and

jelly sandwiches and cold American beer, which

had been iced in a cooler.  They sat there knee to

knee, squeezed close to fit the four of them on the

blanket, naked but for their squishy shoes.  Marie

could not help noting how each girl was different.

Binkie was short and sort of square, like a boy, with

breasts like conical piles of brown sand, topped by

pink nipples.  Her girlish slit was just that, simply a

little crease in the swelling of her hairless labia, not

very different than Marie's.   Arlene was as tall as

Marie, and a bit heavier, more  curved.  Her breasts

were quite large, like the round loaves of bread

Marie sometimes bought at a bakery back home.

Arlene's shaved outer labia were full and round, but

between them Marie could see the pink inner lips,

and a fold of skin like a little nose.  Louise was tall,

nearly six feet, and lean, not as soft as Arlene.  Her

breasts were distinct circles on her chest, like

halves of grapefruit, tipped with nipples the size of

a lipstick.  Her stomach was taut and flat, as if it

were a tent, stretched between her hip bones.  Her

shaved labia were likewise thin and flat, with a

ruffle of inner labia showing, and Marie noticed for

the first time a gleaming metal barbell  piercing her

flesh.  Marie couldn't help staring at it.

Louise said, "Marie, tell us about your boy friends.

When was the last time you had sex?"  Marie did

not immediately answer.  "Come on.  We're all

sisters now, for the next year.  No secrets.  What's

your favorite position for sex?"

"Uh, I'm Catholic, you know.  I promised I would

save myself for marriage, so ‑‑‑ so I have never had

sex with a boy."  "With a girl, then?"  "No! No. I'm

a virgin.  I know that sounds strange.  Europeans

are supposed to be so sexually liberal, but I

promised."  "You masturbate, though."  "I'm sorry,

I do not understand." "You play with yourself,

touch yourself down there."  "No.  No.  I don't do

that."  "You are in America.  You'll have to learn.

It's not like real sex.  You can still say you are a

virgin."  "No, no, I don't think I should."  Louise,

who was knee to knee with Marie, reached for

Marie's exposed cunt.

Marie instinctively pulled back and clapped her

knees together, with the result that she fell

backward off the blanket.  "Ow," squealed Marie,

trying to get to her feet, "There are sharp things

growing in the grass."  "Look, there's a cloud

shaped just like the map of Florida," said Arlene,

pointing.  As Marie turned to look, Louise grabbed

her from behind and held her arms pinned to her

side.  Binkie, unbidden, went to Yankee's saddle

bag and found some leather straps.  The girls bound

Marie's  wrists together in front of her.  "What are

you doing?" said Marie, startled and unable to

resist. "We're going to initiate you into the

sisterhood."

They hustled Marie back into the pines and put her

on her back on a bed of pine needles.  They brought

her bound hands over her head and tied the strap to

a tree.  Each ankle was tied to a tree, so Marie was

stretched out in a Y shape, her legs widespread.

Louise wadded up the blanket and pushed it under

Marie's bottom, so her vulva was raised and

exposed.  "Please, why are you doing this?"  "This

is America.  It has to be done.  You came here to

broaden your education.  Here's an essential

lesson."

"Me first," said Binkie.  She got down on her knees

between Marie's legs and started to lick Marie's

newly shaven labia.  When Marie squirmed and

tried to move her hips, Arlene squatted over her and

held her down.  Marie was overcome.  She was

helpless, looking up at Arlene's anus and vulva,

while Binkie caused the strangest feelings down

there.  She felt Binkie's fingers parting the labia

and Binkie sucked... oh, Jesus and Mary, what was

happening?  Marie's nipples hardened, and Louise

started playing with them and squeezing Marie's

breasts. Marie was overcome by sensation.  It

seemed as if electric signals were coursing up and

down between her breasts and her bottom.  She

broke into a sweat, as waves of excitement

rebounded in her pelvis, and then...."Oh, God! Oh, I

never... oh, oh, ahhh!"

As Marie regained her senses, she realized that

Arlene had taken Binkie's place, while Binkie sat

on the pine needles and fingered herself between

her legs.  Arlene applied her tongue where Marie

was most sensitive.  Louise knelt over Marie with

her bottom brushing Marie's breasts and her knees

either side of Marie's ears.  Slowly, Louise adjusted

her position, so she was almost sitting on Marie's

face.  "You see that metal stud?" "Yes."  "Take it in

your mouth and then rub your tongue just below it."

Marie had a few seconds to see Louise close‑up, as

Louise held her labia apart.  She saw that fold of

flesh, half the length of Louise's vulva, it seemed,

with the bar bell gleaming. And then Louise's wet

vulva covered Marie's mouth, and the bar bell slid

below her front teeth.  Her tongue explored the

inner labia and the little bud at their juncture, below

the metal stud.  She was aware of a subtle

taste/smell, nothing strong, as all the girls were

freshly rinsed in the lake.  From there on, Marie

was going by instinct, not sure what she was doing,

because that marching band in her pelvis was

building up to a climax.  It blew her mind, a kind of

out‑of‑body experience, seeing stars.  And when she

recovered, Louise was gone, and Marie's face was

wet.  Arlene took a moment to lick and suck

Marie's nipples,  so sensitive! ‑‑‑ and then she

took Louise's place, presenting her pinkness to

Marie's tongue, while Louise began by licking the

insides of  Marie's outstretched thighs.  Soon all

was a blur.  Marie was aware of Arlene yelling,

"Suck it!", but the explosions in her belly

overwhelmed her consciousness.  The next she

knew, the girls were untying her.  As she started to

get up, Binkie called out, "No you don't.  Don't

forget me."  Binkie plopped her bottom on the

blanket and spread her knees.  Now it was Marie's

turn to kneel and lick.  With her hands free, she

used her fingers to open Binkie's little cleft and

explore.  Toward the back, she found the opening to

the vagina, closed of course.  With her index finger

she gently probed and slipped in to her second

knuckle.  "Fuck me with it," whispered Binkie.

Marie pushed in further and moved her finger in a

sort of orbit.  "Oh, that's nice.  Palm up, and press

up against my pubic bone."  Marie found a patch of

membranes that felt wrinkled, and she rubbed it.

"Oh, that's it!  You've hit my G‑spot.  Don't stop,

but suck my clit, too."  Marie could see the little

pink pencil eraser peeping out, and she sucked it

between her pursed lips.  "Oh, oh, don't stop! Oh!" 

Binkie bucked her hips and writhed with her

climax, while Louise and Arlene looked on and

giggled.

"Now you are truly our sister," announced Louise.

"Did you learn anything new?"  "Oh, yes. Quite a

lot."  "Don't forget it.  We go riding almost every

day, in the summer."  The girls went back to the

lakeside and mounted up, still naked but for their

shoes.  Louise dug in her saddle bag and pulled out

four golf balls.  "We have a little game we play.

Once we start riding, you can't touch the ball with

your hands.  The first one to lose her ball does the

dishes tonight."  Louise gave a ball to Binkie and

Arlene and pushed her ball between her legs.  The

last ball was Marie's.  Louise rode up beside her

and reached over to push the ball between Marie's

outer labia, pushing it back as far as it would go.

Marie found it pressing, stretching, the vestibule of

her vagina, but it was too big to enter her virginal

sheath.  She had to straighten her legs and hold onto

the saddle horn to keep the pressure from tearing

her hymen.  As they moved out, single file, the

sensations were more than Marie could handle,

especially when Binkie yelled, "Hayahh!" and

broke into a canter, with Yankee cantering after.

Marie held onto the saddle horn and screamed, until

at last she fell off into the pine needles.  The other

girls gathered around her fallen form.  "All right?"

asked Louise.  "Yes, I think so." Marie positively

glowed, blushing, with her nipples erect and her

breasts heaving as she breathed heavily.  "Where's

your ball?"  Marie shook her head.  "Here's mine,"

said Binkie, rising in her stirrups and producing her

glistening ball.  Arlene did the same, as did Louise.

"Well, Marie, I guess you do the dishes."

When they rode up to the log house, having dressed

in the woods, Mom greeted them.  "Marie, how was

it?"  "Fun."  "Are you learning how to ride?"  "I

think so, Mom.  I'll need a lot of practice, though."