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Debbie at the Magic Kingdom
by Anonymous (2014)

***

A young teenage girl masturbates in a rest room at a 
Florida theme park, then finds she's not alone. (f-
teen, solo, mast, voy)

***

Debbie Benson made her way quickly down the stone 
stairway under the sign marked WOMEN near the border 
between the French and the Spanish "lands" at 
Florida's Magic Kingdom theme park and was thrilled 
that she seemed to have the facility all to herself. 

On this day, like most for the frisky fourteen-year-
old, Debbie found the pressures that slowly built 
within her trim young belly once again driving her to 
do what normally would have been unthinkable to the 
otherwise quite proper young lady. 

Only a year ago the thought that she'd ever even 
consider the possibility of masturbating herself to 
orgasm in a public rest room would have been totally 
beyond belief to the cute little minx. But oh, what a 
difference a chance encounter between an innocent 
finger and a fresh virgin clit in a hot, soapy bubble 
bath could make for a girl!

The feeling of that single slick digit against her 
own suddenly erect and twitching clit had first 
intrigued Debbie, then a few moments later had sent 
her lithe teenage body bucking up from the steamy 
waters of her bath as she erupted with the very first 
orgasm of her young life. 

For a healthy girl of Debbie's age the hunger is 
quickly ignited, and from that day forth for the year 
that followed scarcely a twenty-four-hour period went 
by without a sweet, wrenching girl-cum at her own 
increasingly nimble fingers. 

On this hot July day, however, due to uncontrollable 
circumstances -- and some bad planning -- Debbie 
Benson had not been able to give herself her daily 
dose of solitary sex thrills. 

She had known very well the night before that her 
parents would be taking her to the Magic Kingdom for 
a day of boring kiddie rides -- for which Debbie 
considered herself now much too mature -- and she had 
given herself three or four sweaty orgasms in a row 
before allowing herself to fall asleep in the 
tangled, dampened sheets of her bed the night before, 
hoping that with another quick frig in the morning 
before breakfast she'd be capable of getting through 
the long day without her loins getting too achy with 
the need for more. 

But her parents had awakened Debbie a full hour 
earlier than she'd had planned, announcing that 
they'd all have breakfast together once they had 
reached the park itself. So an early morning cum had 
been out of the question, and she'd had only enough 
time for a quick shower -- with no frig time in there 
either -- before she was hustled into the family 
station wagon and the day's activities had begun. 

There had followed the expected boring itinerary of 
ride after ride, most of which seemed to move at the 
thrilling speed of about three miles per hour! It was 
nearly unendurable for the cute young girl. And that 
was before Debbie Benson's young teenage sex had 
begun to pulse, beginning to demanding the attentions 
it had now become so expectantly accustomed to. 

That had been at about two in the afternoon. Debbie 
had been standing between her parents at the curb of 
the park's "Main Street U.S.A.", watching as the 
daily parade of loud marching bands, colorful floats 
and a menagerie of costumed "cartoon" characters made 
its way by to the delight of the roaring crowd, when 
suddenly the feeling hit her. 

It was like a small, insistent itch down there in the 
musky sweetness of her little virgin snatch, an itch 
that Debbie knew very well would soon begin to grow 
and that would not be going away unless chased away 
by her own little fingers. 

Debbie began to shift about uncomfortably on her 
feet, making her small, taut young behind, clad in a 
girlish pair of clingy satin hot-pants, hitch first 
to one side, then the other in a subtle dance that a 
careful observer might well had noticed even in the 
sanitary innocence of the fairy tale world of the 
Magic Kingdom. 

She could feel the swelling of the sensitive tissues 
down there as well, the twin sets of labia flushing 
no doubt to a rich, ripe pinkness beneath the 
snugness of the tight-fitting silk panties beneath. 

Debbie suddenly wished she'd chosen cotton panties 
instead of silk when she'd hurriedly dressed that 
morning; when her pussy arousal finally reached the 
moistening point, there would be very little lying 
between her and her drippy hot flesh and the thin 
satin of her shorts. She'd wet herself down there in 
less than a minute. 

And as if this thought itself had been enough to 
trigger exactly what had been worrying her, Debbie 
Benson now felt the slow, subtle separation of her 
inner pussy lips and with it the warm flow of 
lubrication began to seep down from the excited young 
portal they guarded. 

Debbie knew she had to act fast, and only one idea 
presented itself. Everyone in the park was out here 
watching the parade. It was the high point of the 
day, apart from the late night fireworks display at 
closing time, and surely no one would miss it by 
taking a rest room break. So Debbie was reasonably 
certain she'd have about fifteen minutes or so with a 
ladies' rest room to herself. And from the way her 
little teenage sex was now percolating, fifteen 
minutes of finger-time was all she'd need. 

With some difficulty she managed to get her mom's 
attention, and shouted in her ear above the crowd 
noise and music from a passing marching band playing 
a song about a "small world" of some kind that she 
had to make a bathroom run. 

And so here she now was, slipping shakily into a 
stall at the rest room's far end, locking herself in, 
and almost tearing at the buttons of her red satin 
hot-pants. 

The girl was practically whimpering with need by 
then, as she peeled shorts and panties down her 
tanned, coltish teenage thighs. The red satin and 
wisp of blue silk puddled about her sneakered feet as 
she sat down, knees fanning wide and two hands going 
instantly to the little brown patch of close-trimmed 
fur and the wetly pulsing pink slit that lay nestled 
within. 

"Mmmmmmm," she moaned low, as she began the quick, 
sweet ritual circling of finger around clit, circles 
that would run faster and faster until she felt her 
belly explode in orgasm. 

But at that moment a sound made Debbie freeze the 
motion on her hand. Someone else had entered the rest 
room. "Dammit," Debbie thought silently, guessing 
that her plans for relief were about to be spoiled. 

Debbie tried to hold her previously panting breath as 
she heard the stranger enter the stall right next to 
her own, close the door and flip down the latch. 
"Well, maybe whoever it is will be quick, and I can 
get on with business after they're gone," she thought 
to herself. "There might still be time." 

She could hear down through the stone passageway that 
the parade was still going strong in the streets up 
above, so perhaps there was still some hope. Her poor 
little pussy was practically crying with girl-cream, 
wet, slippery tears of disappointment and longing for 
the promised orgasmic release. 

The next sound Debbie heard from the neighboring 
cubicle made all these thoughts scatter from her head 
instantly. Quite clearly from the next stall Debbie 
Benson began to hear the unmistakable sounds of 
girlish masturbation! 

There was the rapid snicking sound of wet fingers 
whipping up an equally wet clit, soon accompanied by 
the high, whining, whimpering keen of a girl 
beginning the long climb toward orgasm. 

Time seemed to stand still now for Debbie as she 
listened intently as the girl next door frigged 
herself faster and faster, her little moans soon 
punctuated by sharp gasps of excitement as her 
passions began to threaten at an almost painful 
breaking point. 

And something amazing began to happen. Debbie Benson 
began to do likewise. There was something undeniably 
insistent in the erotic voyeurism of this moment, and 
Debbie simply could not restrain herself. There was 
no thought involved. She simply could not listen to 
this other unknown female bring herself the orgasm 
that Debbie herself so painfully craved without 
sharing the moment by masturbating herself as well. 

No doubt the stranger next door was now aware that 
she, too, was not in there alone, but apparently it 
was too late for her to withdraw now as well. 

Within a moment or two, both females were gasping and 
crying quite openly as they began their final rush 
towards bliss. 

Then, finally, two high female voices joined in a 
sharp, primal, harmonious, echoing cry -- nearly a 
scream -- as both felt the exquisite rush of a 
wrenching, whirling, devastating orgasm, two bare 
behinds wriggling and twisting on their seats as 
their clits pulsed and their pussies gushed against 
fingers that continued to whip on the sweet, 
incredible, dizzying feeling for all they were worth. 

Then... all was silent.

Young Debbie sat gasping and panting, tears of 
pleasure trickling from her eyes. She heard much the 
same from her sister female in the neighboring stall. 

Then she heard the soft rustle of clothing, followed 
by the unlatching and opening of the stall's door. 
The other girl was leaving. 

Suddenly, Debbie simply had to see the girl who had 
just shared her most intimate pleasures, and visa-
versa. She quickly wiped away the rich residue of her 
passions, yanked up her shorts and panties and swung 
open to door to her own stall in time to catch the 
unknown stranger while she was still busy at one of 
the wash stands. 

Debbie was astounded to meet the frightened, still 
cum-dazed crystal blue eyes of a girl even younger 
than herself. Twelve or thirteen, she estimated. 

The girl looked at Debbie with those wide, faun-like 
eyes for a long moment. Then the eyes dropped and the 
girl was hurrying out through the rest room door, her 
golden blonde ponytail abounce and her small, tight-
looking behind wriggling attractively beneath the 
pair of short blue culottes she wore. 

Debbie, now alone again, stepped to the wash stands 
herself, thinking of the mysteries of young 
womanhood, common to all of her sex and tender age, 
wondering how may of her sisters out across the world 
had been working loose the sweet, primal thrills of a 
private, self-induced orgasm at the very same moment 
she and the little blue-eyed blonde had done. 

She also wondered if there was a way she could slip 
away from her parents and back to the ladies' rest 
room when the Magic Kingdom's fireworks display began 
that night, and whether she'd see the little blonde 
again there as well. 

- the end -

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.

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