Susan's Summer, Part 3

by KatC

Amy, come here and sit next to me," Susan said as she patted the couch. Amy skipped over, eagerly anticipating what would come next.

"Is it time for my back massage and love spanking?"

"Well, yes it is, but we need to talk about it first," Susan said. Looking in Amy's eyes, she thought about how to say the next words. At this moment Susan realized how much she adored Amy. What started out as a simple babysitting job had turned into something much, much more. But she knew that she needed to confront Amy and make things right.

"So, Amy, has doing the massages and love spankings before bedtime felt good to you?"

Amy squirmed a little bit, "mmmmmm... yes, it feels so good and everything feels so much better when I go to sleep."

"And am I doing it like your mom does?"

Amy thought for a moment, "Well, sort of... but really you do it much, much better. My back and bottom feel so much better when you do it."

Susan paused for a moment, "Well, I can tell you Amy, that I really love giving you massage and warming up your little bottom. I think I enjoy it as much as you do. But, there is something that bothers me. You see, when your mom came home last time, I asked her about giving you back massages." Amy's face suddenly lost a little bit of its eager anticipation.

"I think you know what she told me, don't you Amy?" Amy avoided Susan's eyes, looking down at her hands in her lap. Slowly she nodded, yes.

"She told me that she hasn't given you a back massage for several years. Is that true?" Suddenly Amy felt all the goodness slipping away out of her body. Tears began to form, even though she wished they would not. Again, she nodded, yes.

"So, basically you lied to me, right?"

Small tears began rolling down Amy's cheeks, her head down, not able to look directly at Susan. Susan's heart began to beat a little faster seeing Amy's reaction to being found out. Gently, she took Amy's hand in hers and held it tightly. "You know, Amy, I'm not really mad at you." She placed her hand under Amy's chin and gently moved it so they were looking into each other's eyes.

"I'm not mad at you, but I want you to know how much I care about you." Amy sniffled a little bit, not expecting to hear this. "I care about you so much, that I don't want you to lie to me, just like I won't lie to you. Do you understand?" Amy, still unable to speak, just nodded. "We are becoming such good friends, Amy, that in order to keep being good friends we need to trust each other. You trust me, don't you?"

"Oh yes, Susan. I trust you so much. I feel so good when I'm with you."

"So, you know it's not good to lie to me, right?" Amy nodded. "And so, do you know why, can you tell me why you lied to me about your mom giving you massages?"

Amy was quiet for a moment. It was obvious she was struggling with a lot of feelings. "Well...it's just that...well," and she stumbled about trying to put some words together.

Susan stroked her cheek and comforted her, "It's okay, sweetie, take your time and just tell me whatever you are feeling."

This brought a few more tears to Amy's eyes, "So…I can tell you anything…really anything?" Susan nodded a definite yes. "Okay, well, the first time my back really was sore. No kidding. I played soccer that day and it just felt tense. But, whenever I ask my mom for a back massage, she’s too busy, or she tells me she'll do it later, but then she never does." Susan felt her heart melting and opening even more to this darling little girl.

"And, after that first time and then you started calling it a love spanking, I just felt like I wanted to do it again, every time that you came over." Amy's face blushed a little bit, surprised that she was able to tell Susan this, and also feeling a little relieved.

Susan continued, "The massage and love spankings make you feel really good, don't they?"

"Oh yeah, I can feel all these tingling feelings and warm places. I just love how I feel when I'm on your lap."

"And I love feeling you on my lap, too. But, if we're going to continue doing this, you need to make me a promise." Amy looked up at her. "You need to promise me that you won't lie to me, ever again."

Amy perked up, "And then, that means, we can keep doing massages and love spankings? Sure, I promise to never, never lie to you again."

"I believe you, Amy. But, I think we need to do something to remind you about lying, and to help you remember not to do it again in the future." Susan paused for a moment, considering, and then continued, "When I was younger, I lied to my dad about something and he gave me a very hard spanking with a hair brush. I always remembered that spanking, and I never lied to him again. So here's the deal, Amy. If you want to keep doing the massages and love spankings…and if you want me to forgive you for lying, I'll need to give you a harder spanking with a hairbrush. And, if you do that, you will be totally forgiven and we can keep on being friends."

Amy didn't need to think very long, "I'll do anything, Susan. I don't want you to be mad at me, and I really want you to forgive me so we can keep on being friends. I know lying to you was wrong…."

"Just so you know, Amy, this is going to be a much harder spanking than we've done before. It's really going to hurt, but it also hurt when I found out you had lied to me."

Amy nodded her head, "I understand because what I did was wrong, and I don't want to ever do it again." Susan watched as a small tear rolled down Amy's cheek.

Susan smiled, amazed at the sweet openness this young girl possessed. She leaned over, hugged her tightly, smelling the freshness of her hair. "I'm so proud of you, Amy. It takes a lot to admit when we make a mistake and then accept the consequences. You are one special girl." They sat on the couch hugging for a few more minutes, enjoying the closeness.

"Well, I think we should get started. I want you to go up to your room and get your hairbrush and bring it back to me." Amy untangled herself from Susan's arms and stood up. She walked a couple steps and then turned around, holding her hands behind her back, looking like the sweetest 11-year-old girl Susan had ever seen.

"I'm sorry I lied, Susan. I'm really, really sorry..."

"I believe you, sweetie."

Sitting on the couch, waiting for Amy to return, Susan had a moment to catch her breath and review what had just happened. She felt greatly relieved that Amy did not deny lying to her. She could have easily made a big fuss, claimed her mom was lying, or made up any other story or excuse. But instead, she told the truth even though it meant having to take a hard spanking. Susan's feelings for this young girl kept growing and growing. And now, Amy was retrieving the very hairbrush that Susan was going to use on her sweet little bottom.

Susan didn't really want to punish Amy very hard, but she did want to make an important point. And if it took a harder spanking to do that, then she would. Mixed in with the relief at Amy's response, Susan could also sense a small tingling starting deep in her tummy, letting her know she was starting to feel aroused, again. Even though this was a punishment spanking, she was looking forward to seeing Amy's body, having her lay over her lap, and making those cute buns warm again. Just thinking about that image, her nipples hardened, and the tingling between her legs grew. Without thinking about it, her hand crept down, applying pressure through her shorts. When she heard Amy's footsteps coming down the stairs, she reluctantly withdrew her hand and sat up.

Amy walked slowly into the room, her hands together behind her back. She saw Susan sitting on the couch waiting and felt a little scared, but also very relieved that Susan cared about her so much. Susan motioned for her to come closer. "Did you bring me something?" Amy nodded her head and slowly brought her hands around holding the hairbrush. "And what do you want me to do with that, brush your hair?"

Amy couldn't help but giggle, letting off a little bit of nervousness. She shook her head, no. Susan continued, "So, what shall I do with this hair brush?"

Amy looked at her, appreciating that she wasn't mad, and was even making little jokes to be funny. Somehow, this all made it much easier. "Well, I know it was wrong to lie to you… and… I… ah, I… I want you… to give me… a…spanking… with this hairbrush. Then I hope you'll forgive me for lying, and I'll remember not to lie again."

"Very good, sweetheart. I'm so proud of you." Susan wrapped her arms around Amy's waist and pulled her tight. Letting go, Susan opened her hand and Amy placed the hairbrush in it. Susan put it next to her and said, "Now, we'll do this the same way. Hands behind your head." Amy obeyed. Susan sat back and took in Amy's sweet features. After a few moments she leaned forward, grasped the hem of Amy's t-shirt, and slowly began pulling up. Amy raised her arms so Susan could pull it all the way off, returning them behind her head when she had finished.

Susan sat down and felt the familiar excitement build. Just this simple act, somehow seemed to trigger something. The fact that Amy trusted her enough to do this confirmed that they were close. She leaned back taking pleasure in looking at Amy's bare chest. The small mounds of breasts were trembling, it was obvious the nipples were starting to harden. Susan wondered, not for the first time, if Amy was as excited by this as she was; Amy excited by being looked at; Susan excited by looking.

"You look so beautiful, Amy." Susan smiled watching a blush grow from nipples to face. "Turn to the side." Amy did and Susan was treated to the side view seeing the firm proud points of Amy's breasts pushing forward, the position of Amy's arms behind her head thrusting them out even more so. "And back to the front." Amy complied.

Susan crooked her finger; Amy stepped even closer, their knees now touching. Susan thought this was the part she loved the most. She reached up and unsnapped the button on Amy's shorts. Slowly she pulled the zipper down and then paused for a moment to look up at Amy's face.

Amy looked down, intently watching every move that Susan made. Her breathing was faster; there was an excited flush to her face. Susan hooked her fingers in the waistband of Amy's shorts and slowly began tugging them down. Amy wiggled her hips a little bit to help with the process. With her shorts off, Amy now stood in front of Susan wearing only her panties. She was unaware how she shifted her weight slightly from foot to foot, partly out of nervousness and partly out of excitement.

Susan sat back to appreciate the beautiful flower opening before her. Between her trim thighs a simple strip of white cotton barely concealed a lovely peach. The panties were tight enough to make out a very sweet shape. Again, she motioned for Amy to turn to the side. And then she said, "And all the way around." This time Amy turned so her back was to Susan. Now Susan could appreciate the smooth, lean form of Amy's back, including her cute little bottom covered only by white cotton. The panties barely contained her sweet cheeks, giving a tantalizing preview of what was underneath. Susan noticed with excitement how the crotch of Amy's panties had gathered in the bottom portion of the cleft. Susan took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

"Face me now sweetie." Amy obeyed and turned around. Susan noticed that her small chest was breathing more heavily. Motioning her closer, Amy again came right up against Susan's knees. Having enjoyed her view of Amy's pretty, young body, and seeing how this increased Amy's arousal, Susan felt it was time to begin.

"Let's start, sweetheart." Susan reached up for Amy's hand and led her over to the right side. From here, Amy willingly bent and lay over Susan's lap. She rested her head on the sofa cushion and turned to see Susan brushing her hair out of the way.

"I'm really sorry I lied, Susan. And I know I deserve this."

"Yes, you do deserve this for lying. But, I'm very proud of you and I care about you so much, sweetie. This way all can be forgiven. Now let's begin."

With that, Susan brought her hand to the willing, arched bottom. She began rubbing circles on Amy's cheeks saying softly, "I'm going to warm you up with my hand before we start with the hairbrush." Amy nodded her head and closed her eyes. Susan began spanking her, lightly at first just to reassure her. These spanks were not much harder than the previous times. But instead of stopping and rubbing between four or five spanks, Susan kept going, the intensity building. Every once in a while Amy would flinch, but she did not try to move away.

After about 20 spanks, Susan stopped and began gently rubbing, "Doing okay?" Amy opened her eyes, looked at Susan very deeply, and simply nodded. Susan continued, "Now these are going to be a little bit harder, sweetie. You know how much I care about you, don't you?" And with that Susan began spanking again, this time much harder. With each slap Amy would flinch and rock her hips forward and back with the impact. Susan could tell that she was trying hard not to gasp or cry out, but that it was requiring more effort. With each spank Amy would rock her hips forward into Susan's legs and then pushed her hips back to accept the next spank. Susan saw this, and admired how well Amy was taking it, accepting and not trying to avoid the spanks, even pushing her bottom back for the next one.

After 20 much harder spanks, Susan rubbed the warm cheeks, causing the panties to pull away a bit, exposing the warm, red skin underneath. Susan felt a small thrill every time her hand passed over a bit of bare skin.

Amy was breathing much heavier and beginning to sniffle a little bit. As Susan rubbed, she could feel Amy's body relax and open to her touch. Unconsciously, Amy's legs began to part as Susan trailed her fingers up and down the backs of her legs. Susan knew that she needed a short rest before the intensity of the hairbrush to come. And she couldn't resist running her fingers up the inside of Amy's thighs. Bringing her hand back to the bottom, Susan enjoyed the warmth that was radiating. When she trailed her fingers down between Amy's cheeks, there was a different kind of warmth and what felt like dampness, too. Susan's heart melted a little more for this girl who, even though she was getting a hard spanking, was also very aroused at the same time.

"Okay, Amy, you’re doing very good with this harder spanking. But now, I want you to stand up." Grasping her arm, Susan helped Amy to stand in front of her. "Now put your hands behind your head, like you know how to do. I want to see your beautiful body." Amy blushed while she complied. The movement of her arms thrust her swelling breasts out toward Susan. Without being asked, she even spread her legs a little bit so Susan could see more clearly.

"I'm so proud of you, honey, you are doing such a good job and I love looking at you like this." Susan picked up the hairbrush and held it in front of her. "Now, do you know what's going to happen next?"

"Yes, you are going to spank me… with that… hairbrush."

"I am, Amy, I'm going to spank you with this hairbrush because you lied to me, and I don't want you to lie to me again, is that understood?"

Amy’s lips trembled a little as the tears began to fall, “Oh, I feel like I really screwed up. I don’t know why, I just feel so bad, like all I really wanted was for you to keep coming back, and I just messed it all up…”

Susan reached out and embraced her, “Shhhh…it’s okay, sweetness. You’re not bad at all. You’re a wonderful girl, that’s why I like coming over so much.” Amy paused sniffling hearing this. “You are a wonderful girl, but everyone makes mistakes, just like you did. And, the point is to admit the mistake and accept the consequences. That’s what you’re doing, and that’s another reason I like you so much. You are good and strong and willing to accept the consequences and of mistakes. I couldn’t like you anymore than I already do.” Susan smiled and hugged her tightly. “You’re not messing things up at all, do you see that?” Amy nodded her head, a sense of relief replacing the despair.

Susan saw that Amy was settling a little bit, and decided that it was time to resume. "This hairbrush is going to hurt much more than any spanking I've ever given you. And it's okay to cry, if you want to because crying helps you let go of all the hurt feelings and be totally forgiven. Do you understand?" Tears were already rolling down Amy's face. Seeing this, Susan felt her own eyes start to get teary, but could also feel her heart opening to this brave young girl. And mixed in was a rising heat in her belly, a growing dampness in her panties, and her nipples pushing hard against her t-shirt.

She reached up and guided Amy back into position. As she rubbed the back of the hairbrush over Amy's already warm bottom, Susan said softly "You're such a sweet girl, Amy, I really care about you. I know this is going to hurt, but only so you remember not to lie."

And with that, Susan brought the hairbrush down very sharply with a Smack! Amy's whole body jerked in response to the intensity. She hardly had time to recover before Susan brought down a second spank. Smack. Amy's body jerked again, but not so much this time. Her head tossed and she looked back at Susan, eyes filled with tears. Susan looked directly at her, and brought the hairbrush down a third time. Smack. Amy sobbed this time and tears rolled down her cheeks.

Susan kept up a steady, swift rhythm bringing the hairbrush down repeatedly on Amy's upturned bottom. With each spank, Amy's sobs became louder, and the wriggling became more pronounced. Her tears were flowing freely as she tossed her head from side to side.

After 12 hard spanks with the hairbrush, Susan paused and used her hand to gently rub. Amy continued sobbing, moving her bottom back and forth underneath Susan's hand. Waiting for her to recover, Susan noticed some redness on the exposed skin at the panties edge. Her skin was definitely hot to the touch and must have been very tender given how much she was flinching. She thought it was interesting, though, that Amy did not try to move away, but actually tried to maintain contact with her hand.

As Amy's sobs subsided into regular sniffles, Susan began talking to her soothingly, "You're doing very good, Amy, I'm very proud of you and how you're taking your punishment spanking. This hurts much more than a hand spanking, doesn't it?" Amy could only nod her head vigorously, sniffles preventing her from speaking. "I know this hurts, but I want you to realize how important it is to not lie, do you understand?"

Amy nodded vigorously again, turning her head, her tear streaked face red and puffy, "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I lied. I won't ever do it again. And I don't care how hard you spank me, if only you'll forgive me…" Amy trailed off into another round of sniffles.

Susan deeply felt the sincerity of Amy's apology and lost any doubt about their closeness slipping away. As Amy settled down a little bit, Susan shifted her rubbing to include the backs of Amy's thighs all the way up to her neck. Amy relaxed even more. As her hand passed over the upturned bottom, Susan could feel the intensity of the heat compared to her back. As her fingers traveled down Amy's legs, she slipped toward the inner thigh area. Sensing this touch, Amy parted her thighs to allow better access. Susan’s fingers traced lazy circles along the soft, tender skin. Amy moaned gently, and moved her pelvis in time with Susan's fingers.

"I'm so proud of you, honey. I believe you and I trust that you will not lie to me again. But, we're not quite finished with your punishment. I'm going to give you 12 more hard spanks with the hairbrush, even harder than the last 12. Can you do that for me, Amy? Can you take the last hard spanks and then be forgiven?"

Bravely, Amy turned her face towards Susan and smiled. She raised her bottom up in the air a little bit off of Susan lap and said, "I'll take as hard a spanking as you want to give me, so you'll forgive me."

With her left hand, Susan reached out and stroked Amy's face and hair. Her right hand picked up the hairbrush and began rubbing it against Amy's offered bottom. With one hand she stroked Amy's face, her cheeks, drying the tears away. With the other hand she rubbed the hairbrush on Amy's bottom and then down her thighs, the inside of her thighs, and up in between her legs. She kept her eyes on Amy's, who never flinched, or looked away. Their eyes were locked in an intimate embrace. Susan raised the hairbrush and Amy sensed the lack of contact, knowing what would come next, she tensed slightly. Smack. Amy's arched bottom pressed down into Susan lap with the impact. And a low moan escaped her mouth. This was the hardest spank yet. Smack. With the second spank Amy's eyes broke contact with Susan and she began tossing her head from side to side with the increasing pain in her bottom. Smack. With the third spank her body began thrashing around and Susan placed her other hand across Amy's back to keep her in place. Smack. Amy's moans became louder and she started sobbing. Smack.

Susan was increasing the intensity of each spank, and leaving less time for Amy to recover in between. Smack. She noticed her breathing starting to become faster as she continued the spanking. Smack. Amy was crying openly again, wiggling her bottom, and sobbing loudly.

As the pain increased, Amy began kicking her legs, trying to relieve the intense burning she felt in her bottom. Smack. As she did, Susan's eyes were drawn to what was revealed as she kicked back and forth. Smack. She couldn't be sure, but it looked like a damp spot was growing on Amy’s panties. Smack.

"Three more, honey. Just three more and then we’re done." And with that, Susan finished off the last three spanks one after another in rapid succession. Smack. Smack. Smack.

Amy's moans and sobbing increased with each of the last three spanks, her tears now falling freely. Even after the last spank, she continued on, possibly not even aware that the spanking had finished. Susan placed the hairbrush on the couch and used both hands to gently rub Amy's back and legs, avoiding for the moment the hot cheeks of her bottom. Amy was moving her bottom around quite a bit, trying to relieve the pain she felt. Slowly, Susan brought her hands to gently caress the bottom that only moments ago, she had been spanking with the hairbrush.

At first, Amy flinched at the touch, but gradually her movements slowed and she allowed Susan's hands to stroke and relieve some of the intense sensations. Susan felt as if in a trance, her hands rhythmically stroking those soft mounds. Her eyes took in every detail: the small pelvis rocking, trembling cheeks, and the parting thighs. Slowly Amy relaxed, and as she did Susan noticed her own warmth and tingling rise. By now, Amy sniffles came only occasionally and was basically lying still over Susan lap allowing the comforting touch to soothe her.

As the quiet and stillness settled around them, Susan could feel the connection of Amy's body touching hers. It seemed like Amy's heat and excitement was flowing into Susan, her body responded. Her nipples were rock hard, her face felt flush, her pussy was so wet she knew her panties must be soaked. The lips of her pussy felt so tender that just the slightest movement against her panties sent tingling shocks throughout her body. Her clit felt so sensitive, without even touching it, that it was beginning to demand attention, wanting to be touched, to be rubbed, sending rippling sensations outward.

Gently, Susan cradled Amy and brought her into a sitting position on her lap. She looked at Amy's puffy, tear streaked face and smiled warmly at her. "I'm so proud of you, sweetie. You took your hard spanking well and you are completely forgiven for lying. It's all over now, you're such a good girl, you're such a good girl." Amy smiled back and the tears began flowing again.

"I'm so sorry for lying, I'm so sorry…"

Susan placed one finger on her lips stopping her mid sentence, "All's forgiven, now, sweetheart. You took your punishment and it's all over."

Amy looked up, her moist eyes looking deeply into Susan's. "Thank you... thank you,” she said very, very softly.

Guiding her head to rest on her shoulder, Amy snuggled into Susan's embrace. She brought her face right into the crook of Susan's neck, wrapping her arms around her. Susan moved Amy's legs so that they were at the side, putting Amy's bottom directly on her lap. With one arm she pulled her closer, with the other hand she gently stroked Amy's hair and head.

"I'm so proud of you, Amy. You are such a good girl. I care about you so much. You are so sweet, and kind and I just love being with you," Susan said soothingly. As she stroked her hair, she continued softly mumbling sweet phrases of comfort, care and tenderness.

She felt Amy's body completely relax and mold itself to hers. Her breathing was calm, she looked so sweet, innocent and vulnerable, allowing herself to be held, soothed and comforted. Susan felt the immense amount of trust that Amy had in her. Admitting her lie, accepting and even participating in her punishment, and putting herself completely in Susan's hands. Stroking her hair, Susan felt so grateful for the friendship that had grown between them.

As Amy relaxed more heavily into her lap, Susan could feel the pressure from her bottom, and even the heat from her spanking, directly on her pussy. It was everything she could do to not begin gently, or not so gently, pushing her pussy against Amy's bottom. Every nerve fiber in her clit wanted this. The sensations in her clit were demanding immediate attention. At any other time, she would have let her fingers relieve the demands. But somehow, at least this time, she didn’t and just sat in the warm glow that enveloped them. Feeling the warmth of Amy's body, feeling her heart opening to this beautiful young girl, her smile, her willingness, and at the same time feeling the rise of her own passion spreading.

In this fluid, liquid state, she felt the intensity of things much more deeply than ever before. Certainly, she had felt and relieved the ache in her pussy many times before, that wasn’t new. She had also felt her heart opening, expanding with friends. Tenderness was a familiar feeling. But, the combination of all three at once was…intoxicating… on a level Susan had yet to experience. Just as Amy had completely relaxed into her arms, Susan surrendered into the fully erotic, dreamlike quality of this amazing combination of feelings: passion, heart, tenderness, vulnerability, and trust. The warmth and pressure of Amy’s body in her lap started to pulse, setting a rhythm that moved with each breath.

She marveled at how these feelings seemed to ricochet around, amplifying each other. A spasm in her pussy would vibrate her heart. An expanding tenderness melted a holding deep in her pussy and she could feel a liquid honey flow to the opening, flooding her panties even more. The passion in her pussy would rise up to her heart and lift it, like wings of a bird, like it could fly anywhere. She felt her whole being opening up, getting bigger and bigger as each wave of pleasure, vulnerability, trust was exposed and amplified by the warmth expanding from her core, somewhere from deep within. As she remembered Amy’s trust and openness, it expanded even more. She floated in it, reveled in it, and absorbed it into every cell of her being. She felt like she was melting into this spacious ocean of golden warmth, cradling Amy’s form, their bodies no longer separate, but melting into each other, melting into a beautiful golden ocean.

As her arousal increased, she became acutely aware of that special, subtle aroma that she knew so well. It was the smell of her own arousal, leaking from her pussy, soaking her panties and permeating the air around them. And, she could also detect a slightly different smell, indicating another girl’s passionate arousal. It smelled like the most exquisite perfume that was ever made. The air surrounding the two seemed to be saturated with the sweet, intoxicating essence of both young girls.

This was unlike any wave-crashing climax she had ever experienced. It was more like becoming the ocean that orgasmic waves moved through. The echoes of her passion, Amy’s trust and vulnerability, the heat of their joined bodies rippled out through the ocean and came back as an ongoing, constant orgasmic flow; like a continuous river rather than crashing waves. Susan gave herself to it, willingly, completely and just floated, for what seemed like forever.

After helping a mostly asleep Amy into bed, Susan returned to the living room and sank into the same spot where she held Amy. She allowed herself the luxury of revisiting what had just happened, not understanding it, but wanting to experience it again. And this time, her pussy's incessant demands for attention were granted. Remembering what had happened with Amy, Susan moved her hand underneath her shorts and began gently rubbing the large moist area of her panties. Her fingers traced lazy spirals around her intimate parts.

Since arriving at Amy’s house, she had been in a constant state of arousal, she felt no strong urge to a climax, but just maintained the deeply intense, warm, tingling and erotic sensations throughout her body. The sounds of the spanking, the smells of both of their arousal, the feel of heat from her bottom, the soft touch when their bodies held each other at the end, each of these things led Susan into a deep, dreamlike, trance.

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Amy stood before Susan like many times before. There was a sparkle in her eyes, looking excited about what was going to come next. For her part, Susan enjoyed seeing Amy this way, fully expectant, willing and wanting to engage in their bedtime ritual of massage and love spanking. She could feel the tingle of her own excitement.

The week since their last time together could not have gone by fast enough. When Susan first walked in the door, it was readily apparent that the intensity of their last session had only served to bring them closer together. As soon as Amy's mom left, they picked up right where they left off: inadvertent touching, a flirting look, and an accidental intimate brush, skin on skin. They chatted, caught each other up on the previous week and gossiped. Amy breezed through her schoolwork so they could have more time together.

With her schoolwork finished, Susan felt the rise of anticipation between them. "Ready?"

"Hang on, just a second." And Amy dashed upstairs in a flash. When she returned Susan noticed that she had changed clothes and was now wearing what looked to be one of her mom’s t-shirts, which was way too big, hanging down almost to her knees.

Susan smiled warmly, "Come closer, sweetie." Amy did, taking a step or two bringing her right up against Susan's knees and automatically brought her hands together behind her head, knowing this was what Susan wanted. Susan could detect the first faint pink blush of excitement coming to Amy's face. She leaned forward and took hold of the hem of the t-shirt and slowly began raising it. Susan gasped loudly and a broad smile came to her face as these movements slowly revealed a surprise. With the shirt fully off, Susan sat back and saw that Amy had changed into a bikini swimsuit. But, it was a suit that probably fit her two or three years ago. Now it just barely covered the growing, blossoming, sweet portions of her body.

Susan stared lovingly at the small triangles of fabric that barely covered the round swells of her breasts. And even though the thin fabric covered, it prominently displayed the hard points of her nipples. Shifting her gaze lower, Susan followed the small triangle of cloth as it disappeared between her legs. While a few years ago this may have modestly covered her as a younger girl, now it barely contained the sweet fullness of her mound. The tight fabric only accented the curve of her lips and the soft little cleft in between. Susan stared openly, appreciating the beauty of this young girl and her gesture of dressing and posing in this way.

By now, Amy was so used to this routine that she looked directly at Susan, almost reveling in her attention. The position of her arms highlighted her breasts, pushing them toward Susan. Just being exposed in this way, and looked at so intently, caused Amy's nipples to stiffen more. Susan so enjoyed watching the gradual process of Amy's sexual arousal occurring right before her.

"Oh my, sweetheart. You look absolutely beautiful. Did you put that on just for me?"

Shyly, Amy smiled and nodded, "Yes. Do you like it? I mean really?"

Susan laughed, "No, I don't like it, I absolutely love it." Amy’s smile beamed with the compliment. "You probably shouldn't wear it to the swimming pool, but I absolutely love you wearing it right here, right now, just for me." Susan paused again, letting her eyes run over every feature. "I really like how the top lets me see how round your boobs are getting. Plus, it's so easy to see your hard little nipples, it just gets me all tingly inside."

Amy squirmed a little, "Really? I mean… my boobs are so small, especially compared to yours."

"Oh Amy, your boobs are absolutely perfect. They look so delicious and are just right for you." The blush on Amy's face deepened. "But, that's not all I like." And Susan moved her gaze down Amy's body. "Those bikini bottoms are just so adorable on you." Amy fidgeted a little as Susan looked so directly between her legs. "I like how there's just enough material to cover your mound, but I love seeing the shape and the edges of your cute little lips." This brought a whole another wave of blushing and fidgeting from Amy, but it was clear she was enjoying every minute of it.

"Here, let me show you something." Susan reached her hand behind Amy and gathered the back of the bikini bottom near the waistband. "If you pull this up a little here, it makes it tighter in the front, see?" As Susan did this, Amy felt the material pull between her pussy lips. Looking down, she could see the results, which sent a small shiver through her body.

Susan motioned with her hand and Amy turned around so that she could look at her barely covered bottom. She loved how the small amount of fabric at the waistband tapered down and disappeared between the soft bottom cheeks. Susan found this willing and more exposed display quite arousing.

Amy turned around again and stepped forward until their knees touched. Her eyes followed Susan's every move, loving the sensations of being this open and vulnerable. She watched as Susan's hands moved behind her and loosened the string that held the small top in place. Amy shivered a little bit, as a cool breeze brushed her breasts and very sensitive nipples.

"I love seeing you like this, Amy. You are just so gorgeous." Amy's nipples responded for her, becoming even harder.

"I can look at this all day, but I think it's time to continue." Susan brought her hands to Amy's bikini bottoms and looked directly in her eyes. "Tonight we're going to do something a little bit different." Amy looked down at her, wondering what she meant. As explanation, Susan hooked her fingers into the waistband. She paused and maintained eye contact. She saw the reflection of her own arousal, her own excitement in this young girl's face. Keeping her eyes on Amy's, she said, "And, what happens now, Amy?"

Amy thought, and without looking away from Susan's eyes, said softly, "You are going to pull my bikini down." A small shiver went through Amy as she said this. Susan brought her hands to the sides of the suit, slipped under the string and slowly began pulling them down, exposing that sweet place between Amy's legs. Amy's pussy was exactly at Susan's eye level and only a few inches away. Slowly the suit lowered, Amy gasped softly, but did nothing to resist. Susan felt her excitement rise as she realized that Amy wanted this as much as she did.

Wanting to draw this moment out as long as possible, Susan's hands moved very slowly as she brought her face as close to Amy as she could without touching her. The slowly retreating line of Amy's bikini began revealing the top most part of her mound. Susan could feel her pulse increasing, and moisture began flowing from her pussy. She lowered the suit until her pussy was fully revealed and let it fall to the floor, openly staring at the beauty before her. She could detect little tremors rippling through Amy's pelvis, obviously excited by Susan's close gaze.

Susan had been looking forward to this moment for so long. Now she could openly take in Amy's nakedness, seeing every detail of this bare, smooth pussy that had fueled so much excitement. The lips seemed so small, tight and delicate, folding in on what she knew was a warm and lovely spot within. Her pussy was at the point of becoming plump, like a fruit just reaching ripeness. Susan felt small contractions in her own pussy as she absorbed the delicate sight. Sitting back, Susan now took in Amy's full naked form, and smiled. "You are one beautiful princess, Amy," causing her to blush once again. "You are so beautiful to look at," Susan said softly to her. Amy blushed without moving her eyes from Susan's.

"It… it… makes me feel so… good, so tingling inside… when you look at me like this,” Amy said falteringly. Susan smiled, relieved by knowing Amy enjoyed this little routine, this exhibition of her young body as much as she did.

Susan said, "Time to turn around." And Amy did, presenting her beautiful young bottom, just inches in front of Susan's face. Susan reached forward and with a finger gently traced the curve of each bottom cheek, which caused a slight trembling. "Such a lovely, lovely bottom," Susan cooed. Amy sighed, her cheeks tensed and relaxed several times, enticingly. Amy turned around again.

"Now we can do your massage and love spanking without any of these clothes getting in the way." With that she reached up for Amy's hand. She led her to the side and gently pulled her naked body down. The sensations were exquisite, skin against skin contact sending tingles through both girls’ bodies.

It was difficult to tell who was more excited. Susan loved the intimate feel of Amy's naked body wiggling against her bare legs. Amy felt her senses spinning with the contact of Susan against her now bare body. Both girls savored the feelings. Susan ran her hands up and down Amy's back, much like she had done on previous nights, but this time seemed so different. Both girls could feel the sense of excitement as Amy lay there, her totally naked body open to Susan's hands. She started at Amy's neck and gently rubbed along both sides of the spine downward. She took her time, paying attention to any tension that she found, wanting to draw out the sweet anticipation of her goal, which was Amy's bare bottom.

Amy's muscles began relaxing underneath Susan's gentle touch. Her breathing calmed and she turned her head to be able to see Susan out of the corner of her eye. As Susan's hands found their way halfway down her back, Amy's anticipation of moving lower grew. As much as she liked this part, she couldn't wait to feel Susan touching the bare skin of her bottom for the first time. She began to make small wiggling movements of her hips in excited anticipation. Susan noticed Amy's reaction, and could also feel how the movement of her hips made contact between Amy's pelvis and her lap. A tingling shock moved from the point of contact with Amy upward directly to her pussy and from there into the rest of her body.

As Susan's hands came closer to Amy's bottom, she made the touch much lighter until her fingertips were just barely grazing the skin. Amy moaned and wiggled her bottom as Susan's fingers lightly moved across it.

Amy moaned softly under her breath, "Yes… yes… oh, please…"

"You like that, do you?" Susan teased.

Amy replied, "Oh, yes... you have no idea… this feels sooooo good."

"Oh, I think I have some idea of how it feels."

Slowly Susan shifted her touch from light to much deeper. Gently, she began massaging Amy's bottom. She moved in rhythm with Amy's wiggling hips. Between Amy's movements and her hands, Susan gently spread the sweet cheeks, catching a glimpse of beauty between them. Even in those short moments, Susan could see and smell the arousal within. This fueled her excitement even more. She could feel the heat building between her legs, dampness leaking from her pussy.

"Are you ready for your love spanking?"

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm…. yes, please... I am very… very… ready."

Susan's hand broke contact for a brief moment as she raised and brought it down sharply for the first time. Spank. Amy sighed loudly and wiggled her hips even more.

"Mmmmmmm… yummy,……... that feels so good."

"Yeah, that feels pretty good from my perspective as well," Susan smiled as she felt Amy's wiggling bottom underneath her hand and watched her dancing hips. She began a slow and steady succession of spanks to Amy's eager bottom. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Amy sighed, moaned, and gasped, catching on to the rhythm, and raising her bottom up for the next spank. Spank. Spank. Spank.

Susan paused for a moment, rubbing large circles around Amy's bottom that was now starting to show slight shades of pink. As she rubbed, Amy's hips began a small tilting movement, pushing back into Susan's hand and then pushing down toward her lap. Susan had seen this before, and decided it was the time to be direct. She paused rubbing for a moment, using both hands to position Amy's hips at a little different angle over her lap.

"Now, when you push down, you can rub your pretty, wet pussy against my leg while I continue spanking you." And with that, she pushed Amy's bottom with one hand and felt her pussy make contact with her leg. Amy moaned a little louder, getting the idea very quickly. She raised her head and looked over her shoulder at Susan.

"How… how did you know?"

"Well, it's pretty obvious, and…. we girls know these things. I love to rub my pussy on lots of different things."

Susan picked up the pace of the spanking and they fell into a rhythm. Amy pushed her bottom up to be spanked and then pushed her pussy down to make contact and rub against Susan's bare leg. Spank. Rub and grind. Spank. Rub and grind. Spank. Rub and grind. This went on for several minutes, both girls lost in the rising sensations, the excitement building with each spank.

As Amy’s hips and legs began moving more, Susan's eyes were drawn to the sweet cleft between her cheeks. Little movements would create brief flashes of the sweet juncture between Amy's thighs. Susan felt herself being drawn into this delicate and sensual vision. Susan loved seeing the young, bare lips of Amy's pussy rub against each other as she was spanked. At times, Amy's movements also allowed Susan a brief glance of her small anus, which excited her even further.

Susan paused again, using her hand to caress Amy's bottom, feeling heat radiating from her cheeks. As Susan soothed her bottom, Amy was intent on rubbing her pussy against her leg. These new sensations had excited her so much that her pussy had made a very slick and wet area on Susan's leg. Amy moaned with the delicious sensations and felt a deep tingling in her belly.

While rubbing against her leg, Amy began moaning, "Oh, Susan… oh… oh… oh, this feels… so… amazing… please…. please, keep spanking… don't stop..."

Susan smiled, knowing that there was no way she was going to stop now. "Don't worry, sweetie, I'm not going to stop until your bottom is nice and hot and I can feel your pussy cuming all over my leg." And with that she returned to spanking Amy's pumping hips.

Spank. Spank. Spank. Amy's moans moved up another notch on the scale. Spank. Spank. Spank. Susan could hear her breathing coming in faster gasps. Spank. Spank. Spank. She knew that it wouldn't be too much longer before Amy pushed over into an orgasm from the combined heat in her bottom and the wet rubbing of her pussy. Spank. Spank. Spank. Amy's moans came continuously.

"Oh… Susan... oh… this tingling… it is getting… really… really… big…"

"It's okay, Princess. Just let it go. Just let it keep building, it will be okay. I'm right here and I'll hold you. It’ll be okay, you're going to cum like you’ve never cum before."

Amy's hips began frantically bouncing between Susan lap and hand. Spank. Spank. Spank. She began panting as the obvious build up to her climax rose. Spank. Spank. Spank. Susan could feel her own climax was also not far off. It was amazing that just spanking this young and beautiful girl was bringing her right to the edge of her own orgasm.

Susan paused one more time, and rubbed Amy's bottom briskly. She could feel the heat and intensity of Amy's arousal; she could smell the sweet, musky odor drifting out from between her legs. She knew that the next series of spanks would probably send her over the edge, and wanting to join her, slipped her hand underneath her own panties and in to the hot dampness between her legs. Involuntarily, she sucked in her breath as her fingers skimmed over the swollen clit. Her breathing began to match Amy’s, their arousal matching perfectly. Her fingers stroked up and down her own slit, gathering juices and bringing them up to her clit.

As her fingers zeroed in on her sensitive pleasure spot, Susan's hips arched up to meet them. The first touch was electric, sending tingling sensations throughout her pussy and expanding into her entire body. She moaned as pulsating waves of excitement cascaded through her body and redoubled her rubbing of Amy's warm bottom.

Amy's passion was rising; her moans coming almost continuously as she rhythmically pushed her hips, rubbing her young pussy against Susan's leg. The sensations started to overwhelm her, Susan's hand was stimulating the sensitive skin of her bottom and her warm pussy rubbed the slickness on Susan's leg. "Oh…. Oh…aaaaahh… Susan… oh…"

Susan knew exactly what she was feeling, "Uh huh… it's okay, Amy… just let it build… it's okay, sweetheart… doesn't this feel good?"

"Mmmmmmmm…ah...uh huh… oh… oh… yessssssssss…” she moaned.

"Oh, Amy, this is making me feel so good, too," Susan panted as fingers gently teased her clit while her other hand vigorously rubbed Amy's bouncing bottom. "Your bottom feels so warm and lovely… and I can feel your wet pussy rubbing on my leg… it feels so good, Princess... just… keep… doing… that…" Susan felt their excitement reaching a peak. Increasing the pressure on her clit, she resumed spanking Amy's bottom, increasing the sensations for both of them and feeling the wave begin to crest.

These next spanks sent Amy into a frantic grinding of her hips. She was panting very loudly and moaning at the same time. Susan felt herself following Amy's lead, pushing her own pelvis forward and back in rhythm. Suddenly, Amy's body froze for a moment and then released as she reached her climax, sighing, moaning, and trembling throughout her body. Susan felt this and gave her clit one last flick, which sent her over the edge and into her climax. Her moans mixed with Amy's, her body trembling as she felt Amy's body tremble, and the spasms within her pussy were much like the ones that Amy was feeling, probably for the first time.

The intense movement of both girls slowly subsided. Susan stopped rubbing her clit so furiously, and just allowed her hand to cup and press against her entire pussy, enjoying the full contact and pressure. With her other hand, she gently rubbed Amy's warm bottom, her hips slowly settling down. The only sound was their combined breathing, slowly coming down from the intense panting, becoming softer, quieter and closer to normal.

It seemed to Susan that they were in a special time and place, just the two of them surrounded by the warmth of their bodies in close contact. The intoxicating scent of their combined arousal filled the air. The sensations of her hand on Amy's bottom somehow connected to her other hand cupping her own pussy. She felt like she was floating in a warm ocean of water, embraced by the glowing intensity of their shared experience.

They stayed this way for some time, each absorbing the ripples of energy, tremors and sensations that moved from one body to the other. Keeping one hand on Amy's bottom, Susan withdrew her other hand from under her shorts and began stroking Amy's back. Her hand, coated with her own juices, slid easily up and down Amy's back. Amy moaned softly. Susan slowly made her way up to and began stroking Amy's hair and head. Amy turned her face toward Susan as she did this. Her hair was tossed from her exertions, and Susan began slowly brushing it out of her face to see her more clearly. Her eyes were closed, her face had a healthy pink blush, and there was a small sheen of sweat on her forehead and cheeks. She looked absolutely lovely. Susan felt warmth spreading through her body seeing Amy's beautiful, angelic expression.

As Susan stroked her forehead, Amy's eyes opened and looked directly at her. Neither said anything as Susan continued her gentle touch, one hand on Amy's face, the other on her bottom. Amy started to purr softly, like a cat being stroked while lying in the afternoon sun. She moved her face to make more contact with Susan's hand and she pushed her bottom up, too.

As they both slowly recovered from the intensity of their shared climax, Susan shifted Amy on her lap bringing her up into a sitting position, pulling her head toward her chest and wrapping her arms around her. Amy moved her arms around Susan's neck and brought her face to rest on her shoulder, rubbing it against the soft skin. They held each other like this quietly for a few moments.

Susan moved one hand to stroke Amy's head, "How are you doing, Princess? That was a pretty intense back massage, huh?"

Amy giggled, relieved that Susan seem to understand what had just happened. "What… what was that? What happened?"

"Well, a lot happened, but at the end you had a really big orgasm. When your body gets really sexually excited, that's what happens, it's like a really big wave and then the climax comes crashing down."

"Wow, I've never felt anything like that before."

"Yeah, sometimes orgasms can be very intense like this one, but other times they can be much milder. Like, say if I rubbed my pussy against a pillow, I might have a small climax, but if I rub my pussy against someone's leg, feeling the skin, and heat and the moisture being really slippery, it can make a more intense orgasm."

Amy raised her head a little bit to be able to see Susan's face, "You mean, you rub your pussy against a pillow, too?"

Susan laughed warmly," Yeah, Amy, I rub my pussy against a pillow and many other things, too." Amy brought her head closer to nuzzle Susan’s neck with her nose and mouth. She hugged more tightly, "I thought that it was just me, I thought I was the only one who did that."

"No, sweetie, I'll bet almost every girl does that at some time or another."

They were quiet for a few more moments, Amy digesting what she just learned and Susan giving her time to process this new information.

Susan continued, "And while you were busy enjoying your love spanking and rubbing your pussy against my leg, my other hand was rubbing my pussy at the same time. So that when you had your orgasm, I did, too."

Amy raised her head up again, an incredulous look on her face, "Really?"

"Yes, really, Amy. I had the most fantastic cum from spanking your bottom and feeling you rub against me. It made me feel so good, and so warm and tingling, just like it felt for you."

Susan continued stroking Amy's hair as they looked intently at each other. She brought her hand to gently trace a line under Amy's nose and held it still. "Can you smell that?" Amy smiled, her eyes lit up, looking questioningly. "This is the hand I was rubbing my pussy with, and it is coated with my juices. That's the smell from my pussy, when it's all excited."

Amy leaned forward and brought her nose closer to Susan's fingers, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. "Mmmmmmmm… I really like that smell, it smells like you." Susan felt a little spasm in her pussy as Amy said this.

"Well, Amy, I love the smell of you, too. Rubbing your pussy on my leg left a whole bunch of that slick, wonderful honey there."

"Really?"

"Sure, get up for a moment and I'll show you." And as Amy did, she turned around and looked at Susan's leg. She could see a large damp area across one thigh, all shiny.

"You mean… that all came from… me… from… my pussy?"

Susan laughed, "Yeah Amy, that all came from you. It's pretty amazing, isn't it? When we get excited our pussies make so much slick moisture."

"And yours does, too?"

"Sure, honey, do you see that big damp spot on my shorts?" Amy looked closely and nodded. "Well, I was so excited that when I came, there was so much moisture it soaked all the way through my panties and into my shorts." Susan could see that Amy was fascinated and decided to take it one step further. "Want to see?" Amy looked up at her gratefully, a big smile moving across her face, thankful that Susan could read her mind and knew what she wanted next.

Susan stood up facing Amy. She could feel the excitement in her belly begin, yet again, knowing what was coming next. "Why don't you remove my shorts the way I do for you," she said softly. Amy looked at Susan, a little unsure how to begin. "Go ahead and kneel down right in front of me," Susan offered. As Amy did, this brought her face right at crotch level. Susan brought her hands up behind her neck, just like Amy did. Amy looked up, saw this and smiled.

"You mean, I can undress you and look the same way you do?" Susan nodded, looking down at a smiling face. Amy thought for a moment, "Well, then we'd better start with your t-shirt." And she stood up right next to Susan, their bodies almost touching. Susan smiled, appreciating the way Amy’s mind worked.

Amy reached forward, grabbing the bottom of Susan's shirt, and began pulling upward. She wasn't quite tall enough, and Susan lowered her hands to draw her shirt all the way up and off, returning them behind her neck. Although Amy had been naked, this was the first time that she had seen Susan with any of her clothes off. And as Susan was not wearing a bra, Amy took delight in seeing her naked breasts.

"Mmmm... your boobs… they look so... yummy." Susan felt her nipples stiffen as Amy stared so openly at her breasts. "Ooooooohhh… your nipples are getting hard, aren't they?" Susan nodded, embarrassed, a small flush rising to her face. Now she knew what Amy felt like during their previous times together. She tingled with the feeling of being naked, vulnerable, the position of her arms opening and offering herself to Amy. All these things created a rising sense of excitement and arousal, which made her nipples grow harder.

Amy watched with fascination, seeing the reaction on Susan's face, as well as her excited nipples. "Your nipples are getting hard because I'm looking at them, aren't they?" Amy smiled as she looked up at Susan's face. Susan nodded. "How come?"

Susan paused for a moment, "Well… a lot of reasons. You are naked, and seeing you naked gets me excited. And now I'm partly naked, and you looking at me gets me excited, too."

Amy smiled, "So, I guess that means we make each other feel excited, right?"

Susan sighed, smiling, "Oh yeah, Amy, it's really obvious how excited we both get when we're together. And, once you remove my shorts, you'll see just how excited."

Amy was reluctant to move from staring at Susan's beautiful breasts, but she was also very curious about that large damp spot on her shorts. She knelt down in front of Susan again and brought her small hands up to the snap. Susan shivered a little bit, amazed at the excited feeling flowing through her body just standing this way, as Amy undressed her, slowly exposing all of her.

As she worked to undo the snap, Amy brought her face very close to Susan's crotch, smelling much more clearly the sweet aroma. Excitedly, she lowered the zipper. Then she brought her hand up to the waistband and began pulling the shorts down. Susan wiggled her hips to help out as Amy tugged the shorts down over her hips where they fell down to the floor.

Susan felt goose bumps, knowing that she was now standing almost totally naked, except for her panties, and even these left her feeling very vulnerable and exposed as they were soaked in her own passionate juices. Amy stayed kneeling, her face just inches from what was just revealed. She couldn't believe how wet Susan's panties were. There was a large spot at the bottom and center, much, much larger than what showed on her shorts. Curious, Amy leaned very close, her nose almost touching the damp material in front of her. Susan's legs trembled as she felt Amy so close to her pussy. Amy took a deep breath, intoxicated by the dense, musky odor coming from Susan.

Just having Amy so close to her pussy, started a small series of spasms, and even more of her love juices began flowing, further soaking her panties. Susan felt both embarrassed and incredibly aroused at this whole scenario.

Her voice slightly shaky, Susan said, "Do… do you want to see where all that dampness comes from?"

Amy looked up and nodded her head vigorously. She reached up and hooked her fingers in the sides of Susan's panties and slowly lowered them over her hips until they fell down her legs and joined the shorts on the floor. Amy gasped out loud when she saw Susan’s naked pussy in front of her. "It's… it's… it's soooooooo beautiful," Amy stammered. Amy's reaction set off another series of small spasms in Susan's pussy.

With no clothes in the way, Amy could smell the arousal flowing from Susan without any obstruction. It was incredibly rich, thick, dense, musky, and clean smelling. And she loved looking so closely at the aroused state of Susan's most private place. Her lips were full and open, exposing the pinkness inside. And there seem to be shiny moisture everywhere, collecting in little drops at the very bottom of her pussy.

"Wow, I've never seen anything like this before. I can even see honey coming out."

Under Amy's intense scrutiny, Susan felt increasing excitement building within her. Almost on their own, Susan felt her legs spreading open and her pelvis pushing forward as Amy stared so intently. "So, you've never looked at a pussy this close before? Not even your own?" Amy shook her head, no. This gave Susan an idea. "Well, if you haven't looked closely at your own pussy I have an idea. Run to the upstairs bathroom and get a towel and a hand mirror. I've got something very interesting to show you."

Amy thought Susan always had some pretty good ideas and got up from her kneeling position. Before she could run off, Susan wrapped her arms around her and hugged tightly. This sent exciting shivers through two naked bodies. As she let go she gave Amy a quick pat on her bottom and said, "Go ahead, I've got a very fun surprise when you get back."

Amy smiled and headed for the door. Susan took a moment to regain control of her breathing. Just having Amy so close to her naked pussy was almost more than she could take. She loved how Amy had removed all of her clothing, so that they could both be totally naked. She ran her hands over her aching, distended nipples giving them some soothing relief from the intense throbbing. Leaving one hand at her nipple, she brought the other down to her soaking pussy, caused by Amy's intense stare. “Mmmmmm,” as she rubbed her pussy gently, she thought about her surprise for Amy.

When Amy returned to the room, Susan was still in the same position. Amy stopped at the doorway looking in and watched as Susan gently rubbed her breast and pussy at the same time. Susan’s eyes were closed and she had a smile and a very dreamy look on her face. Amy couldn't believe her great luck at having a friend like Susan. She watched for a few minutes, and not being able to resist any longer, came in closer. Susan opened her eyes, smiled widely, and opened her arms as Amy ran to her and they hugged tightly.

"Okay, let's get started. We're going to take a little tour." Susan took the towel from Amy and laid it on the couch. She then sat down, leaning back while spreading her knees and bringing her feet up on the sofa. Amy's eyes opened wide as she saw Susan do this, her eyes zeroing in on the open, moist lips between her legs.

Susan opened her arms reaching out, "Come here, angel." Amy didn't need to be asked twice. As she got closer, Susan turned her around and wrapped her arms around her body. She drew her down onto the couch and pulled back tight. Amy wiggled a little bit feeling the contact between them. She could feel the soft pillows of Susan's breasts on her back, hard at the center as the nipples pressed into her skin. She could also feel the full contact of Susan's abdomen all the way down to the moist place between her legs.

"This is going to be very special, Amy. It will be a tour of a very beautiful, beautiful place. One of the most beautiful places that I've ever seen." Amy turned her head so she could look at Susan's face. Susan continued, "This beautiful place is your very own special, beautiful, lovely pussy." A little shiver went through Amy's body as she realized what Susan was planning to do. "Give me the mirror."

As she handed her the mirror, Susan rearranged Amy's body. She spread her legs open until they touched her own. She brought the mirror down in front of Amy's pussy and tilted it at just the right angle.

"Now you can look very closely at your own pussy, just like you were looking at mine."

Amy stared, her eyes widening as she saw the details of her pussy as she had never seen them before. "So, let's start the tour here." Holding the mirror in one hand, Susan brought her other hand slowly and gently between Amy's spread legs. She brought her finger right to the edge of Amy's slit. Moving in a large circle, Susan said, "We call all of this your pussy, cunny, cunt, vagina, whatever you want to call it is fine.”

Amy wiggled her hips a bit, “What do you call yours?”

Susan smiled, “Pussy, I call it my pussy, because when I pet it, it makes me purr like a kitten. You’ll see soon.”

“Okay, then I’ll call mine pussy, too. How does it purr?”

Susan was having fun with this girl. “Well, there’s lots of different ways. And there are lots of different places that can make this cute little pussy purr. Let's look more closely.” And gently, she trailed her finger up the center of Amy's slit and felt her shiver, instinctively pushing her hips up to meet Susan's finger.

Susan laughed, while Amy giggled, "It's a little sensitive, isn't it?"

Amy nodded, "Yeah… but oh so good." Her eyes were transfixed, watching Susan's fingers touch her in the mirror, feeling the sensations radiate from between her legs.

As Susan stroked her slit and the puffy lips on either side, she continued, "These are the outer lips, and it feels really nice just to stroke them like this, doesn't it?" Again, Amy nodded vigorously, her eyes not leaving the mirror.

"But, there are many more beautiful parts just inside the lips. Watch this." And with that, Susan lifted up Amy's leg and placed it outside her own. And then she did the same with the other leg. This spread Amy's legs apart twice as far as they were. And then Susan slowly let her own legs fall to the side as wide as they could, maximizing Amy's openness. Amy sucked in her breath slightly, as she noticed what happened to her pussy as her legs opened so much. The outer lips spread open and she could see the pink, glistening moisture and skin inside.

"Oh my goodness. My pussy looks as wet as yours. I can even see more drops." Susan nodded recognizing that Amy's excitement was rising as well as her own. Having this beautiful young naked body up against her was starting to distract Susan from the tour at hand.

"Yes, that's where your love honey comes from. When you get really excited you can see how it drips down here at the bottom of your pussy. And that's exactly what's happening in my pussy, now, too. I can feel your warm bottom push back against my pussy and it's making my juices flow, just like yours." Then Susan pushed her pelvis up against the firmness of Amy's bottom.

"Mmmmmmm… I can feel you rubbing against me." Amy sighed and pushed back against Susan's pelvis. She wiggled her hips from side to side causing Susan to moan softly.

"Oh, Amy… oh, that feels so good on my pussy."

"And look what's happening to mine, it's getting even wetter." Susan had closed her eyes feeling the delicious sensations of Amy's bottom grinding against her. Looking down she could see the inner lips of Amy's pussy glistening with fresh dew. Her mind in an erotic daze, Susan allowed her fingers to move down to the entrance of Amy's pussy and gently began teasing, rubbing small little circles around the outer edge. Amy bucked her hips several times with the contact, pushing forward into Susan's fingers and backward into the pussy rubbing against her.

Amy moaned, " mmmmmmmmm…ooooooohhh…uh… oh my God, Susan that feels fantastic."

"Feeling your bottom rubbing against my pussy feels pretty fantastic, too," Susan moaned into Amy's ear. Both girls could feel the rising sensations of excitement. Susan’s fingers continued circling the small, wet, hot entrance to Amy's pussy, while rubbing her own against her rotating bottom. Susan's fingers had gathered quite a bit of Amy's juices and she slowly drew them up the center of Amy's slit to the very top.

"And you know when you rub your pussy against a pillow, how it feels so good?" Amy nodded. "Well, part of what makes it feels so good is rubbing against this spot here." Susan circled her finger as she talked. "But, the really sensitive place is just below here. Now watch, when you spread this open a little bit, and gently push here, can you see that little bump there at the top? See how it is kind of hard and swollen?" Amy leaned forward and looked very closely.

"Yes, what is that?"

"Well, that's your clitoris, but it can be called lots of things like clit, clitty, pleasure spot, joy button, whatever you want. It doesn't matter what you call it, because it’s so sensitive, I think you're really going to like this. Rather than rubbing indirectly, if you spread this open you can touch your clit directly."

“What do you call yours?”

Susan replied, “Clit.”

“Then I’ll call mine clit, too.”

This brought a heartwarming smile to Susan as, gently; she brought her finger to just barely touch the tip of Amy's clit. Amy's body jerked, feeling an electric shock go from Susan's touch throughout her entire body.

"Oh my God… what was that?" Susan smiled as she continued rubbing small, light circles around Amy's clit.

"That's your clit, sweetheart. It's really, really sensitive and when you rub it just right, it can make you feel so good, all over, and make you orgasm, too."

Susan kept up a steady pressure around and on the small clit, at the same time rocking her own pelvis against Amy. Their breathe came faster, both starting to pant. Susan felt herself getting closer and closer to that lovely release that she had been looking forward to, her pussy in direct contact with Amy’s hot, young body. Amy's eyes were still glued to the mirror, watching Susan's fingers going around and around her swollen clit. Feeling the sensations in her body and seeing the movements with her eyes began to feel slightly overwhelming. Then she noticed Susan's finger stop and slowly make its way down to the bottom of her pussy. Rubbing circles around the opening there, Amy saw the tip of Susan's finger begin to disappear between her inner lips. She registered this with her eyes first and then felt the most incredible sensations on the inside of her pussy as Susan's finger gently moved deeper. Instinctively, Amy began pushing her pussy toward the finger moving inside her. She wanted to say something, but the sensations were starting to be too much, she couldn't quite put anything into words. What came out were just a series of moans, pants and sighs.

Susan slid about half her finger into Amy's pussy. She paused and felt the intense qualities there: heat, moisture, pulsing, and the twitch of Amy's inner pussy muscles. This combination of sensations brought Susan closer to the edge of climax.

Keeping her finger snugly secure within the warm depths, Susan gently brought her palm down until she cupped Amy's entire pussy. Amy's breath quickened and her pelvis increased its movements feeling the full contact of Susan's hand as well as the finger inside her. Susan's pussy made small tremors and spasms as she slowly pushed her palm down, applying pressure to Amy's clit. Amy began panting and moaning frantically at the intense sensations radiating from her pussy. Susan's fingers were stimulating places she had never felt before and the palm rubbing produced incredible sensations directly on her clit.

Susan increased the pace of her hand movements sensing it wouldn't take much more for Amy to cum. She pushed her own pussy against Amy, feeling herself getting closer and closer. Vibrating her hand very quickly against Amy's pulsating pussy, she felt Amy stiffen and then begin a wild series of movements as she slipped over into climax. Dropping the mirror, Susan used her hand on Amy's belly to push down as her pelvis pushed up and rubbed frantically against Amy's willing bottom. With one last push she felt her pussy spasm, her juices flow, and her climax overtook her.

As Susan senses slowly returned, she first noticed the incredible warmth and pleasant pressure on top of her. She could also feel her finger surrounded by the pulsing warmth of Amy's pussy. Both girls had stopped their frantic movements, and were lying quietly, their breathing slowly returning to normal. Soft sighs and moans were coming from Amy's mouth. Occasionally her body shivered with the receding waves of climax. Susan kept one hand happily covering and within Amy's pussy while she brought her other hand up to gently stroke Amy's face and hair. Amy purred contentedly.

The sensations in Amy's body felt incredible. She could feel the warmth of Susan along her entire back. And the feeling of Susan's finger inside her pussy was indescribable. She felt like she wanted to stay like this forever. When she felt Susan's finger begin to move and withdraw from her pussy, Amy squeezed her legs together in protest.

" Mmmmm…. Oh please… don't take it out… just for a little while longer?"

Susan was more than willing to comply. She had never felt anything quite like the sensations of Amy's pussy enveloping her finger. Susan greatly enjoyed fingering her own pussy, but somehow this was different. If Amy enjoyed this as much as she did, then they could stay here for a very long time indeed.

Both girls just lay there, silently enjoying the sensations they shared, their bodies pressed as close together as possible. Occasionally, Susan would slightly wiggle her finger and Amy would respond by wiggling her bottom against Susan. They easily lost track of time in this dreamlike trance, teasing more pleasure from each other.

Eventually, to Amy's dismay, Susan withdrew her finger and Amy turned around curling up into her lap. She tucked her face into the side of Susan's neck and gently nuzzled. Susan brought her warm, damp finger, fresh from Amy's pussy, to her nose and inhaled deeply. She sighed, contentedly. What a beautiful smell. Amy reached up with her hand to draw Susan's finger to her nose, inhaling the scent of her own pussy. She smiled up at Susan enjoying this secret shared pleasure.

As they lay together enjoying their pleasurable and intimate contact, Susan thought about the simple babysitting job that started just a few weeks ago that brought them to this moment. And then her imagination started dreaming about where it might go from here.