Author: Pescador del Valle Title: XXX-Men 01 : Bea Part: Chapter 1 of 1 Universe: PdV's XXX-Men ********************************************************* Summary: If mutations granting super-powers became evident at puberty you're going to try to tell me the "lucky" people wouldn't behave exactly like every other teenager out there? Keywords: ff, f-solo, oral, mf (no-sex), public, rom Language: English Copyright: 2004 ********************************************* * WARNING! * * This text file contains sexually explicit * * material. If you do not wish to read this * * type of literature, or you are under age, * * PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! * ********************************************* Comments appreciated : see Pescador del Valle on www.asstr.org/authors.html ********************************************************* Bea was such a beautiful little baby that it almost broke her parents' hearts when the doctor told them she had a problem with her spine. Despite his reassurances and the relatively trivial nature of the problem, they had lost an earlier child born with spina bifida and were afraid he might be going to suggest something similar with this child. "No. Nothing at all like that", he answered their fears. "Its merely that Beatrice has what is known as a caudal appendage, a very small tail if you prefer." They didn't seem to be that relieved by the news. The term "monkey girl" ran through both their minds. "Sometimes it is a simple matter to trim it back, there is minimal scarring and it's in an area not usually seen anyway. In Beatrice's case though it appears her spinal column might extend into the appendage which makes an amputation inadvisable. With your permission I'd like to arrange a CAT scan of the area and just make sure. If there IS such an extension then I would recommend leaving it until Beatrice has grown up and if it is a problem then she can have the appendage merged into her buttock with a little plastic surgery." "Why can't she have that surgery now?" "The appendage will grow, just a little, and she would then possibly need regular plastic surgery to keep it in place. It's better to wait until Beatrice reaches her adult size." Bea's parents tended to see things in terms of "God's Will". When they were told surgery WOULDN'T be possible they accepted things were to be the way they were - If He had wanted the tail removed then the surgeon would have found a way. ----- Bea had been a small-boned baby and grew to be a small toddler and then a small girl. Her parents took her for check-ups and there were no hormonal imbalances - it was just that the genetic dice sometimes comes up with low numbers. Her tail remained a family secret. It was never much of a problem since it did only grow slowly remaining at all times about the same length as Bea's middle finger and being just a little broader than her father's thumb. It curved between her buttocks, ending just short of her anus and, as such, caused Bea no problems as she went from nappies to trainers and then to normal clothes. By the time she was ready for school her parents seldom even saw the odd creased area at the base of her spine. ----- Growing up for Bea was, as it is for most people, a mixture of good times and bad times. She was overjoyed to hear she would be getting a new brother or sister though she didn't really understand why it couldn't come Now! rather than later. When her mother checked into hospital and she stayed over at her Nan's for the night she was allowed to stay up past her normal bedtime and was wide awake when her father phoned through the news about Timothy. Nan and Pop took her to see her mother and the family's new baby the next day - she would remember in later years how her main memory was how scrawny he had looked, nothing like her friend Fran's little brother. She was happy when they told her he would grow up soon and could play with her then. She went home with Daddy and they had the whole house to themselves for three days before Mummy came home. ----- Timothy was home for just two months before he had to be rushed back to the hospital. It appeared he had a blockage in the artery leading to his left leg and the cold and clammy feel of his foot showed it was not getting adequate blood flow. Bea once again got to stay with Nan and Pop. This time there was no joyous return to the hospital. Little Timmy had a bad reaction to the anaesthetic and, before the doctors could remedy the situation, his life had been snuffed out. Bea's holiday lasted three days this time though her parents joined her, hugging her through their tears when they arrived. She was trebly special now. ----- "Mum, my hook's gotten longer. I have to bend it out the way when I go to the toilet." Nine year old Bea had grown up referring to the curved appendage as a "hook" rather than a tail so an overheard conversation would be less revealing - a hook could be anything or anywhere, a tail immediately suggests one place. Bea was a little embarrassed to be exposing her buttocks to her mother; it was the first time in years. It was even worse when Mum insisted Bea's father look too! Bea was questioned about the growth and admitted it had been "a few weeks" since she had first had "problems". Even now it was just an inconvenience and she had enough motor control to scoot it to one side before she sat down - once she remembered. Given reassurances and sent on her way, she missed the muted yet still heated discussion between her parents. It was surprising that they found so much to talk about since they were of one mind about not taking any risks with their remaining, and very precious, child. June took on the roll of Devil's advocate, pointing out the reasons WHY Bea should be examined and possibly treated. Cameron, whose arguments tended to be better constructed, could be depended on to find convincing responses to each of her points. They both had mixed feelings, wishing that their daughter could be "normal" but not being prepared to lose her as well. Timothy's surgery had been a minor matter and look what had happened there. They knew, at least intellectually, that they couldn't keep Bea wrapped in cotton wool; they realised that SHE might prefer to have something done, especially once she found out about boys. None of that mattered on an emotional level; they preferred to delay any decision as long as possible. As a consequence Bea sensed their unspoken discomfort with the subject and kept the details of future changes to herself. --- Bea favoured swimsuits with skirts even though only the plumper of her peers wore them. It helped to keep the slight bulge hidden though her actions were still restricted; Bea for instance refused to dive into the water, doing a pin drop instead. She was also one of the "shy" girls in the change room though the others didn't realise it; Bea would manage to get a corner position and would keep her back away from the others as she changed. Since that meant her front was visible as they stripped and dressed the others failed to realise she was hiding something from them. That got trickier when her "little extra" began to reach further forward. She had managed to curl it up behind her successfully for a while and it was fortunate that the embarrassment felt by some of those who started their courses made it easier for Bea to join them changing in the cubicles much of the time. No-one seemed to notice she was there more often than any of the others. ----- Since Bea spent her hours away from home with her tail resting between her legs, tucked smoothly within her underpants, it was inevitable that its presence against her young pussy would be felt. Like any other limb it rebelled against idleness and when she was forced to sit through an exceptionally long class she had much more reason to squirm in her seat than her classmates. Her friends privately found out about the pleasure of touching themselves. Bea's initial discoveries happened in public though fortunately not in a way that drew anyone's attention. Bea had pins and needles, not in her fingers nor in her leg. Her circulation had been blocked and she had shifted in her seat as she watched and copied the notes from the board. Blood flowed to her tail and the tingling began. It made her wriggle more and she spread her legs and stretched the unwanted appendage trying to ease the sensations. Stretching and wriggling simultaneously was a recipe for, not disaster but rather, an incredible pleasure - at a most inopportune time. It was a matter of luck that her gasp of surprise came just as there was a rush by some the class to answer a question and it was missed by those around her. She knew she would not be able to stand much more of the sweet touch and forced herself to separate the two and concentrate on the fading pins and needles instead of the delightful feelings. Waiting for the final bell, Bea found the rest of the day was the longest she could remember; she did experiment a little on several occasions, teasing herself as she tried to see what she had to do to repeat the sensation, but it was too tempting to keep doing it. Conscious it was probably wrong Bea dared not have to explain WHAT she had been doing. But after school ... Bea accepted a milkshake from her mother and then briefly explained how she had some homework she wanted to get out of the way before dinner so she would be free to see a show afterwards. Her mother promised to leave her undisturbed and Bea closed her bedroom door behind her. She did actually do the work though it was much less than she had portrayed. It didn't stop her continuing her investigations at the same time. --- Over the previous couple of years Bea had learned that her tail was really quite functional though until that day she wouldn't have called it particularly useful. From having to move it out the way when going about her business she found she could move it around much the same as she could her arm. It was natural to let it lie between her thighs, curved to hug her body, in much the same way as her arms hung down by her sides with no effort. When she had a bare ass it could hang straight down too, though this was more like dangling her arms while she lay on her bed. If she wanted to she could make it climb up her back where the tip fell over to make it appear like a question mark. That wasn't the end of it though, Bea could also twist it along its length so the tip now faced her body and was able to "scratch" an itch down on her lower back. As far as her gentle squeezing could tell, the bones continued almost to the end but their small size didn't stop her from making it spiral like the twisted tail of a little pig; the idea of getting a moniker like "piggy" was a major factor in her keeping her tail a secret. Physically though it was closer to the rounded cylindrical shape of one of the big cats such as a Tiger rather than the tapering point of, say, a Greyhound or the thicker walloping taper of a Labrador. It didn't wag like a dog's when she was happy though she did swing it in time to her imaginary music when singing pop tunes in the shower. Bea had been fascinated with pictures of animals with tails like hers, particularly monkeys - at least the New World varieties. Other girls and boys might have a closer resemblance to chimps and gorillas but Bea had grown to have a perplexed liking, even secret pride, for her tail even though it was as "bald" as the rest of her body. A downy covering couldn't match the sleek fur of one of "her" type of monkey but at least it was better than the colours of a baboon's ass. There was one thing that she did find different though; the very end was more flexible, more rubber-like. Bea could make it extend slightly, thinning as it grew longer or contracting back to form a disk-like lump. Neither seemed particularly useful abilities. --- Neither seemed particularly useful abilities that is until Bea started playing with herself in earnest. With her hands on top of the desk in her room and her knees spread apart underneath Bea concentrated on the questions before her while she let her tail "do its own thing". She started off slowly, very slowly, letting her tail barely brush over her lips. The touch against her light coating of hair was mildly ticklish, acceptable because it was her doing the tickling and so she could stop or press harder. She pressed harder, still barely rubbing though. Now it felt nice. Not like at school where she had shivers running up and down her spine at times but, yes, definitely "nice". It was then that she found out a thinner tip could be useful to work her way between her lips to get at the juice collecting at the entrance to her vagina. Bea's homework became just a convenient excuse if she was interrupted; she was no longer even sure which question she was doing. The wet tip could now slide right along her furrow, from the skin between ass and vagina to the fold at the edge of her frontal fur. And sliding was so "nice" she wondered how she could have ever used that word for the earlier sensations. Bea had received a reasonable basic sex education, with an emphasis on "basic". She knew what went where and what happened nine months later if it did. She didn't know about erogenous zones, clitorises, fertile periods or contraceptives. When your folks don't feel comfort- able speaking about sex "until you are older" (a time that usually doesn't come until it is too late), and live in a rather conservative community that doesn't help them out, that can happen. It did mean that she wasn't ready for the overpowering orgasm that spread over her as her tail continued to rub against her hardening clit. Bea's fingers were splayed against the desktop as her body shook. Her head was thrown back and a guttural gurgle came from her throat. Her knees came together, trapping the tail so it could no longer move, regardless of how much Bea wanted it to, regardless of how much her body screamed for an ongoing touch that it could no longer bear. If it hadn't felt so good, so absolutely right, her screams would have been from fear and they WOULD have been heard. She sobbed with joy and carefully spread her legs, willing the tail down against her chair and away from the rest of her flesh. "No wonder sex is such a big thing!" she thought. Bea had discovered masturbation, one of the many topics NOT included in any sex talk so far. --- And of course having discovered something, it isn't possible to just forget it; not that Bea had any intention of doing that. She had finished her homework, had her dinner with her parents and had had a quick shower, washing her hair before her show started. She donned an old pair of tracksuit pants and a sloppy sweater to sit in a lounge chair before the television while her parents shared the sofa. The show began and they all concentrated on watching the drama. All except Bea anyway. Part of her concentration was on her parents, making sure they weren't watching her as she let her tail press against her again. She was too scared to rub herself like before; she couldn't come like that in front of her parents! But she could keep touching herself just enough to make her feel good. The knowledge that she was doing it in front of her parents gave her an even greater charge though it was so much easier than her classmates would have found since she could keep her hands clearly in sight. --- The movie over, Bea kissed her parents goodnight and brushed her teeth before stripping off and crawling into bed, for once naked. She reached down, touching herself for pleasure for the first time as she spread her lips so the tail had easy access to her pussy. It rubbed between the V her fingers made, the extra pressure making the contact all the more pleasurable. The juices that had coated her during the movie began to dry and she slid her tail back to get more from her own personal fountain. It felt good pushing against the blood-engorged tissues, so good Bea left it there while she used her fingers on a little knob that had no name she was aware of. Experimenting all the time, she closed them so the fleshy rise was trapped between and eased her tail back and forth in time with the movement of her hand. As she got worked up she rubbed harder and she pushed harder until, in the throes of her second orgasm she felt a pain lance through her as the tail pushed past her hymen. The brief shock was nothing compared to the pleasure and Bea pushed her tail deeper into herself. She left it there as she felt the joy subsiding and it was warming to think of it filling her. She could also feel the warmth around it and the wet pressure as her internal muscles squeezed down. She had known her tail had grown more sensitive in recent months; it was noticeable when she touched it that it "felt good", nothing as intense as her pussy had turned out to be but not inconsiderable. Now she was finding how nice it was to have one part of her body massaging the other. It was only much later when she read about erogenous zones that she realised the blessing her tail REALLY was. Bea threw on a nightie and headed for the bathroom. She left her tail tucked up inside her as she walked and enjoyed yet again the odd sensations as her insides moved around the hard intruder. When she slid it out so she could empty the bladder that had been stimulated by the unaccustomed activity she felt it pass the torn flap of skin that had "sealed" her and noticed the smear of blood along the pale surface. Virginity was one topic that was discussed. It was allegedly the be all and end all until marriage and as such any suggestion that a girl might have lost hers became sordid gossip even for the younger teenage girls; sordid gossip and delicious envy! "I've lost my cherry! Damn, I've just fucked myself!" The social rejection of swearing didn't mean the community's youth didn't know or use the terms, merely that they were careful ONLY to use them with their peers and then only when one sex was present. Unlike justice, propriety must be SEEN to be done regardless of it's true status. Bea cleaned herself up and then used one of her night time pads to make sure there was no further leakage. ----- Over the next eighteen months Bea regularly masturbated and fucked herself. As she grew older the stories she heard through the schoolgirl grapevine became both more realistic and more descriptive. There was an avid interest in sex, the forbidden ALWAYS being more attractive, and any information that could be gleaned from older siblings (female or male) were eagerly received by the others. Like the girls around her, Bea's body had matured - though she would always remain fine boned and the shortest in her class. Unlike them, her tail had also grown until it reached under and up to her belly button or, if she ran it up her back, to the base of her neck. It was a good thing that it was as useful as it was since she knew none of the boys around the district would be likely to accept it. She had thought about them and decided that they wouldn't be able to keep quiet about it either. Though recognising she MIGHT be destined to spinsterhood, Bea was not reconciled to that fate and it didn't mean that she wasn't interested in the boys around her; that interest was probably why she considered the consequences so much. At sixteen you want to be unique but you need to fit in; it's a strange time to go through when growing up and Bea, very unique, did so want to fit in. So she and Trudy, her best friend for a couple of years without ANY falling out, compared notes on desirable boys and listened to the explanations of what went on during sex and its precursor ... dating! They discussed kissing, and French kissing (!), letting the boy touch their breasts (clothed!), avoiding hickeys (so they wouldn't look cheap the next day or, even worse, have their parents see evidence of "bad behaviour"), the physiology of penises (Sex Ed didn't even MENTION hard ons!) and the need to have something handy to clean up when it started spewing seed everywhere. Some of it sounded so unlikely they weren't sure whether they were being kidded or not. A couple of the girls who spoke to one or two of those who had had to leave town for a few months, or whose recently married older sisters had taken pity on their siblings ignorance, even passed on stories about sex itself. Bea almost spoke up when one girl explained how painful sex was the first time when you lost your virginity and how there was blood everywhere. Bea wasn't sure if perhaps something else happened when there was a boy involved but she had found the "pain" more of a problem the next morning and had left only a little evidence on the pad she had used. She decided that the boy in question was likely to have been as ignorant as the rest of them and that that would have been the reason for the unnamed girl's bad experience. She was glad that she didn't stop the explanation however because that was when she first heard the word "clitoris" and began to understand a little more about her own physiology. ----- It's hard to keep a secret, even one about yourself. You are dying to let just one person know so you can bask in their admiration, if only because you were able to find out something they didn't know. It can be even harder when you and your best friend were trading confidences. Dating, though not banned, was considered a group outing until the people concerned had finished high school. It was easier to comply with one's parents' wishes, at least openly, and have the rest of the group turn a blind eye if you disappeared for a little while and returned somewhat dishevelled. By the time the boys and girls got to that age they were less prone to cast stones at others. Besides, those who couldn't keep their traps shut found themselves excluded from the groups. If Bea and Trudy happened to sit between two boys who happened to find them attractive enough to hold hands and steal a kiss during the movie it was just part of the local mating ritual. It was an exploration that did not signify commitment, merely interest at that stage. But since Trudy was coming back to spend the remainder of the night at Bea's house they had plenty to talk about in Bea's room after "lights out". Trudy had a bed made on a mattress on the floor next to Bea's and Bea leaned on her stomach in the darkness so she was facing her friend as they quietly talked. "You seemed to be having fun with Allan." "Not half as much fun as you were having with Doug", Bea responded to her friend's teasing. "He is nice; they both are." Bea agreed. "I don't think you saw as much of the movie as I did. I glanced your way a couple of times and you seemed terribly interested in something in Doug's lap." Trudy giggled. "Promise you won't tell? - ever!" "I promise. What?" "Doug was holding my hand and was messing around, you know, tickling it with his fingers, and I was doing it back. He would look over my way and then lean in and kiss my cheek or neck, okay I turned his way as well and kissed him back properly too. But that was nothing. "One time when he leaned over my hand was on the armrest because he had let go to turn around a bit more..." "I know. I could see you turning all the time. I think Allan was shy; he only kissed me a couple of times near the end." "Do you want to hear or not?" "Sorry. Of course I do." "Okay then. I had my hand on the armrest and he leaned over and something hard pressed against the back of my fingers so of course I wriggled them. Boy did Doug jump. He moved back and then started to kiss me again and I felt the hardness rub over my fingers again. This time he just sat there as I wriggled them." "Oh wow!" Bea had no doubt as to what the hardness must have been and was amazed at her friend's daring. That sort of behaviour could get a girl a rep. "Weren't you afraid he would say something to the other boys?" "Maybe. Before we got up I told him if he said anything not only wouldn't I do anything like it again but I would see he was blackballed by ALL of the girls." Bea knew that it could be a powerful threat. The girls might have no sympathy for one of their number who got caught but they would be wary of suffering the same fate. A boy who couldn't be discrete would find it hard to get another date. "How did he take that?" "He was eager to assure me that he would keep it a secret to his tomb, and asked me if I was going again next week and whether I would sit with him again." "You must have made a real impression with your knuckles." "I think it was more what I did when he sat up again. That's what I was looking at, the way it was jumping as I rubbed and squeezed it." "You didn't! His penis?" She mouthed the word, afraid that speaking it out louder than a whisper would make it the one word in her conversation that her parents would hear - all the way in their room. "Yep. Doug just leaned back and watched me rub my hand over the front of his pants. He was even breathing funny and then he pushed my hand away in a hurry and just held it for a while without moving. I thought I might have hurt him but he just whispered it felt too nice when I rubbed it like that." Bea realised her night out had been nowhere near as exciting; she thought carefully for a minute and then asked a question she hoped wouldn't spoil their friendship. "Have you ever rubbed yourself until it felt too nice?" Trudy didn't answer at once. She too was aware that a confidence shared couldn't be taken back later. For her it was a little easier since she had already told enough to be ostracised. It was a simple case of sheep or lamb making no difference to the hangman. "Yes, how about you?" "Yes." The mutual admission made it easier now to compare stories and techniques. "How long have you been doing it?" Bea tallied up the months. "Year and a half, not quite two years I suppose. You?" "Two years! I only found out about six months ago. Why didn't you tell me how nice it could be. I could have had an extra year!" It wasn't a serious question. Neither of them would have been as open about matters sexual even six months ago. At least on a personal level. Everything was almost always expressed in terms of third or fourth hand anecdotes. "I'll tell you what though. Rubbing Doug made me tingle just like I was rubbing myself, I was so excited." "I wish I had been sitting where I could have seen. Can he sit between us next week?" Trudy laughed at Bea's voyeuristic desires and she joined in. "Provided you keep your hands to yourself." That set them off again as they imagined the teenage boy's reaction to having two girls fondling him. They realised that it would be too dangerous even if they wanted to behave like that; the sort of recognition Doug could achieve with the other boys by such a tale could be worth the "loss of privileges". Some of the other girls might even figure that he had something worth investigating if the two of them were willing to share him so the "loss" may not be all that serious for him. "I think it might be harder to keep my hands off myself." Bea was openly stating that the idea of watching her friend petting the boy would get her wet. "It's hard enough now just thinking about it." Trudy then surprised Bea even more than she had earlier. "So. I've been rubbing ever since you told me how long you've been doing it." "I couldn't tell." "You don't make a lot of noise when you do it, do you?" "I try not to; sometimes it's hard." "Hard like Dougie?" That of course set them giggling like only teenage girls can. Trudy supposedly was still rubbing herself. Bea, gripping the side of her own mattress was using her tail to perform the same task. "Don't you wish!" she teased her friend while wishing she could tell her just how nice it was to have something hard inside. Trudy had complained Bea hadn't let her know about rubbing herself, would she want to know about fucking yourself. "Oh I do. But I DON'T want to end up pregnant and that seems to be how it goes. Doug certainly isn't in a position to support a family even if he wanted to; I certainly wouldn't like to have to give away a baby." Bea agreed with her that neither option was desirable at their age. Abortion wasn't even suggested as an option; girls were expected to be virginal or suffer the shame but an abortion was out of the question. There was an occasional bride whose first baby came early, a fiction accepted by everyone without comment or disgrace once the band of gold was securely on her finger. None ever kept their baby unwedded though. It wasn't that sort of a community. If any girl really wanted to, they did it far from home and weren't heard from again, having shamed their family too much to be forgiven. Though contraceptives were technically available to married adults, even the single men had to travel to get supplies. Teenagers had no chance at all. And there was another option that was only known by reputation though it was whispered about amongst the older girls. "I dream sometimes of having one of those vibrators though. It would be hard enough to feel like Dougie's thingy so I could imagine it was him while I rubbed myself. Do you ever wish you had one?" Bea, who had never thought of a boy's face suspended over hers while she had ploughed her own furrow decided maybe the time had come to make a confession. A life-changing revelation for sure but she could not know whether for good or ill. "No. I have to admit I haven't. I'll tell you why but I really, really need you to swear you won't say anything to anyone even if it freaks you out and you decide you can't be my friend anymore." Trudy was intrigued. What had her friend done that she was so worried she would drive Trudy away? "I swear", She quite sincerely said, "Even if you've murdered someone I promise not to tell. You're my best friend and you know I love you." Trudy used the term in the sense of a friend who would do anything to help or support you rather than a lover who lusted after your body. "I know and that's why I'm going to trust you with a secret. I've got something that I use to fuck myself with." "You're kidding. How long have you had it?" "The same time as I've been rubbing myself. I found out about it on the same day." It had been a wonderful day Bea had relived over and over. "Can I see it? Can I try it out?" "Oh, oh!" That was one consequence that Bea hadn't considered. Trudy had promised she wouldn't say anything and Bea had made her swear expecting to reveal all but that hadn't been the same as fucking her friend with her tail. "Er. Perhaps I should explain a bit more first. Do you want to climb up here?" "Give us a hand." Bea extended her arm and Trudy grasped it. Bea noticed the dampness on Trudy's fingers. It was kind of exciting to think of where they had been. Trudy pulled herself up beside Bea. "So start explaining." "Give me your hand." Trudy did so and Bea placed it on a warm fleshy object she had resting on the quilt. It certainly FELT like the object Doug had kept hidden in his pants at the theatre. "Is that a vibrator or is it one of those dilly things?" "Not quite. It's a little more useful than those. Run your hand along it." Trudy did so. If it was a dildo it was far longer than she had ever imagined one would be. The other end curved around behind her friend and Trudy found her hand was approaching Bea. "Don't tell me you've got it up you now!" "No. Keep going." Bea knew Trudy hadn't realised the true situation yet but there was only a couple of centimetres to go. She took Trudy's free hand between hers so she could better judge the other girl's reaction. Trudy followed the trail until her hand made contact with Bea's buttocks and then she gingerly felt around before deciding it was a fixture rather than a fitting. "A tail! You've got a tail?" Bea was grateful her friend's excitement was only expressed in a conspiratorial whisper. "Yes. And I really need you NOT to tell." "Oh I can understand that. You can trust me there. Wow!" Bea was happy that, though her friend had flinched a bit, she hadn't tried to jump or crawl away, hadn't screamed in fear, hadn't even tried to pull her hand out from Bea's in disgust. It seemed Trudy WAS a true friend. "This is amazing. Unbelievable. How...?" "I was born with it, nowhere near as long of course. They decided it would be dangerous to cut it off and over time it grew with me." "And you've managed to keep it hidden all this time? And didn't even tell your best friend!" "I'm telling you now aren't I?" Trudy squeezed her friend's hand. "Yes and I thank you for showing you have confidence in me. It IS a big secret. So ... tell me about it. ALL about it." Bea settled down to explain about her first time. Trudy moved her hand back closer to the tip and began to feel it like she would have liked to have felt Doug's naked penis. Bea enjoyed the touch, it made her wet to feel another's hand on the sensitive object for the first time in nearly a decade. Trudy was also getting wet with the tale of her friend's impalement on her unusual appendage. Far from being horrified of the deformity or disgusted with its use, Trudy was envious both of the tail and Bea's advance knowledge of what it was like to be fucked. "Please Bea. You've got to use it on me. I won't ever get a chance to find out what it's like to get fucked before my wedding night if you don't. My father would just kill me if I got pregnant and I know that's what would be sure to happen." Bea had to concede that Murphy's law had lately seemed to feature in Trudy's life to a greater degree than the others they knew, at least in the more important matters. Bea was curious. Very curious. What would it be like to feel another's vagina around her? She didn't have to be asked again. That only left a decision about the geography of the task. Trudy would need to be close but not too close. Bea couldn't really curve it between her own legs first unless Trudy sat on her lap. It would be possible but Bea thought she might like to rub her own pussy at the same time and that would be impossible then. Tracy could kneel behind her or they could both stand. There seemed to be a wide variety of possible positions, an unexpected revelation where their peer group would consider even the missionary position daring. "Lie in my bed with your head on the pillow. Now lift your leg up. Good." Bea had sat down with Trudy's left leg behind her; her right now rested over Bea's lap. "Bend your knees up a little. That's right. Okay now I have to warn you that it can hurt a little at first though I was feeling so good I didn't really mind. First I have to make sure you are wet enough. Ready?" Trudy squeezed her knee against the bottom of Bea's ribcage. "Ready!" Trudy felt the snakelike movement under her leg and lifted it slightly. The tip made a tentative contact against the top of her thigh and then went exploring as Bea sought Trudy's private parts. Lesbian activity was not a topic of discussion, even in a negative way. If it wasn't discussed it couldn't happen could it. Male homosexuality was an abomination and that really was the end of the topic. People who committed abominations were destined to spend Eternity in Hell. The specifics were never clearly understood, which was how their parents preferred it. Never having thought of her friend sexually, nor found herself appalled by the suggestion of contact with another girl, Bea found she was quite comfortable with her explorations. She was merely helping her friend out, not lusting after her. It wasn't that easy however. In the darkened room Bea couldn't even see the rich red pattern in the quilt cover she had drawn over the other girl's body. She didn't have the feedback of her own pussy to help position her tail against the right spots and so Trudy found the tip pressing here and there as Bea tried to find the place. Trudy's fur was so soft! Unbelievably satisfying to touch in fact; Bea stroked the surface of Trudy's outer lip for a while before moving closer to the centre. As in her own case Bea had to wriggle her way into the wetter spots so her tail could be adequately coated. Trudy welcomed the unaccustomed size pressing at the entrance to her vagina; much bigger than her own delicate fingers yet still gentle. Trudy also noticed Bea's wrist resting against her calf and realised her friend's hand HAD to be positioned so she too could enjoy a little pleasure. It was delightful to imagine her friend masturbating in her presence; almost as delightful as feeling Bea masturbating her. Wet and slippery, the tail now began to seriously affect Trudy's equilibrium. She needed to grip something as the tension rose within and found her breasts not only handy but also synergistic; instead of just allowing her to appreciate the joyous feelings, the rough handling added its own appealing measure and she found herself panting as the flood of sensations forced a hastily suppressed scream from her throat. If the noise hadn't been enough to let Bea know her friend had orgasmed, the painful tightening of her legs around Bea's waist would have been a big clue. And she hadn't yet attempted to enter Trudy's vagina. Bea remembered the ease at which her own hymen had been passed while she was still peaking and began to rub her tail more selectively over the front of Trudy's pussy. Trudy wasn't sure she could take it at first, she seemed hypersensitive to any touch just there. She squirmed but the tail followed and without any warning a second wave overwhelmed her. She also had no warning when Bea aligned her tail with the entrance to Trudy's waiting vagina and stretched the tip thin so it passed through the narrow opening in the only evidence that she was still a virgin. The tip suddenly thickened as Bea pushed it deeper and Trudy gasped at the sudden sensation. Bea had been right enough, it HAD only hurt a little - nothing at all like the stories that had been told by the other girls. It certainly didn't stop the nice feelings. It was amazing how full she felt. Bea was deep inside her as Trudy had wished. It was a chance to experience what sex with a boy would be like without any of the risk. Trudy could understand why some girls, having experienced it, kept taking those risks; it seemed worth it. Then ... Bea began to move her tail in and out in a regular fashion. Trudy didn't know how she would be able to thank her. Bea wasn't concerned about thanks just right then though. Her tail, though nowhere near as sensitive as the head of a penis was, nevertheless, well able to appreciate being inside the other girl. When she added her own finger movements she was getting along almost as well as Trudy. What Bea didn't expect was Trudy sitting up suddenly and cuddling her while she continued to ease the tail back and forth. Fortunately Bea didn't suffer a broken tail. Like a so-called double-jointed finger, Bea's tail was able to bend through almost 360 degrees in one plane and could wave around in another. Being bent at right angles to the first was as liable to break a bone or dislocate a joint in her tail as in anyone's finger. Though Trudy was lying with her body to the side of Bea, Bea had turned her tail as it curved around to line up with Trudy's pussy and vagina and as a result, Trudy merely bent it in the plane it was designed for. Now instead of acting like a piston it was more like a piece of stiff garden hose being dragged back and forth through a curved piece of pipe. The firm pressure over the front surface of Trudy's vagina was complemented by the way the tip pressed firmly against the back surface. In addition Bea had reacted to the changed dimensions by automatically resisting the expulsion of her tail. The tip contracted and the wide bulbous collar that was formed stretched the walls of Trudy's vagina. All of this added to Trudy's pleasure. She had sat up because she was overwhelmed, this time with gratitude towards someone who had shown her the wonders of womanhood. She needed to cuddle with her friend, more than friend, and could only do that by sitting up. Even twisted slightly sideways by the leg that rested across Bea's lap, Trudy still towered over her diminutive friend. They didn't really see all that much difference when they were standing together though it was obvious to others. Sitting there though Trudy was the better part of a head taller and was able to plant a thank you kiss on Bea's forehead. She also hugged the other girl to her which meant, as she leaned back a little, she pulled Bea's head more in line with her breasts. Now Bea had never thought of suckling at another's teat and she didn't then. But her face was being pressed against Trudy's breast and it was inevitable that her lips brushed over the firm nipple through the light fabric. Bea didn't suck it through Trudy's nightie nor did she extend her tongue to lick it. Such ideas were not suggested even in their gossip sessions. She did turn her head left and right against the insistent pressure of Trudy's arm. The v-shaped opening shifted to expose the young breast and Bea's soft fleshy bottom lip dragged against the underside of one nipple only to be dragged back over the tip. For some reason Trudy's grip got even harder and her own lips pressed firmly to Bea's head. When Bea tried to turn her head away Trudy couldn't bear to lose the sensuous touch and guided her back so her mouth was centred over the spike. She pressed Bea's face into the flesh and muttered a muted plea, "Lick me please." Bea extended her tongue and was surprised to feel Trudy squeezing her tail as she swept the wet tip across Trudy's nipple. She tried again and was rewarded with another genital embrace. The tingles travelled to her spine and seemed to spread throughout her insides. She sucked the nipple into her mouth, the firm breast tissue stretching between her lips; flattened, her tongue slid slowly over the lump. Trudy gasped at the pleasure. Taken by the sensations flowing over her, Bea could no longer concentrate on pushing her tail in and out. Instead she had plunged it as deeply as was comfortable for both of them and was bending it back and forth inside her friend. Though they didn't know it, this was something they wouldn't be able to experience with a boy. In a time of novelties it was yet another to add to the joint excitement. They came, near enough together that neither's pleasure had faded before the other's peaked. Bea followed Trudy into a world of shared delight that surpassed their solitary experiences. She had had to do most of the work for both of them but did not regret that for one second. Indeed, Trudy was excessively grateful, lavishing kisses on the other girl's face even as Bea carefully withdrew from her body. They sat there, arms around each other as the sweet stink of sexual arousal and fulfilment filled the air of the dark bedroom. It seemed natural to Trudy to seek out the other girl's mouth and Bea showed no sign of rejecting her kisses. Indeed her lips parted and her tongue caressed Trudy's lips as they had her nipple. Trudy responded with her own extended tongue. Though their bodies were satiated they still found that the touch of their tongues caused yet further tingles. Even Trudy and Doug hadn't managed to try that yet and Bea was finding that she couldn't tell any difference between kissing Allan and kissing Trudy except that Trudy was more insistent, more passionate. The boy had been decidedly self-conscious but there was no inherent boy- ness or girl-ness. Their kisses grew less passionate and more companionable. With their lusts satisfied they did just want to hold each other, comfortable and comforting. They sat together, arms around each other until they started to notice the coolness around them. "Lie down", said Bea. Trudy did and Bea snuggled in behind her. Her tail curled naturally between her legs before she settled into position though this time, instead of the end coiling over her pubes, she got Trudy to lift her leg enough so it was comfy against her pussy as well. Neither wanted further activity just then but both found the intimate touch an acknowledgement that they were at ease with each other and what they had just done. It could have been easy for either to have reacted in shame or confusion after the fact as an appreciation sunk in of how their relationship could possibly change. Instead, when Bea put her arm around Trudy's waist, Trudy raise it so Bea's hand, secured by Trudy's own, was positioned against the breast she had earlier been licking. Bea realised her secret should be safe; Trudy had found Bea's tail a good thing, not something to expose as an abomination. She could only hope Trudy didn't boast about her experiences or praise Bea's attributes; with luck Trudy would want to keep the knowledge selfishly to herself. Bea would need to talk to Trudy in the morning - and would have to kick her out to sleep in the makeshift bed before then. ----- Trudy became a regular visitor to Bea's house though it wasn't convenient, nor socially safe, for her to stay over too often. They had to be seen to be mixing with the others, especially the boys, to keep their parents satisfied nothing untoward was happening. Trudy could only get permission to go back to Bea's house after an outing or to invite Bea back to stay with her every couple of months or so. If she had involved other people as well she would have been given more leeway but one-on-one friendships of either sex were kept under closer observation when there was an opportunity for "misbehaviour". Unfortunately Trudy found that, having drunk from the well, so to speak, she tended to get awfully thirsty. Bea could fuck herself each and every night if she wanted; Trudy could only take herself in hand which, though satisfying, wasn't quite the same thing - it just wasn't satisfying enough. That led them to some behaviour that was as unwise as it was daring. --- It was warm enough for a picnic and a swim down at the lake - a popular spot - so, with a few parents as unofficial chaperones, a whole group of them, boys AND girls, headed off to meet there. There was an assortment of wooden tables, but far fewer than they would need, so most ate their simple repasts sitting with their friends on rugs they had brought with them, leaving the tables for the parents and the occasional younger siblings. With many of the boys wanting to play one sport or another, these rugs were spread around in a rough ring near the sparsely wooded surrounds. The young people happily chatted, laughed and ate, all quite innocently. Contact between the boys and the girls was restricted to a quick touch of hand on arm (or leg when they could manage it unseen); between the boys themselves it was more boisterous with no pun intended and the girls could make longer contact without it being thought strange. They all wore casual weekend clothes, jeans for the boys and generally skirts and tops for the girls though some did wear light cotton dresses. Though some wore their swimsuits under their clothes others took advantage of the roofless wooden change rooms built a suitable distance apart; the parents watching to see there were no peeping toms around. Bea no longer felt comfortable in a bathing suit since it was impossible to hide the bulges made by her longer tail. She wasn't alone in staying on shore though and no-one questioned her, or Trudy, when they said they COULDN'T go in rather than that they didn't want to. The boys now knew enough female physiology to politely avoid asking WHY they couldn't. That didn't mean their assumptions had to be correct. The nine people sharing their rug had shrunk to just four with three heading for the water and two deciding to throw a ball around. That left Doug, trying to appear nonchalant while glancing Trudy's way at least twice a minute and doing his best to be witty (generally succeeding when he didn't try TOO hard), and Adelle, another classmate and casual friend of the other girls. Allan had moved on to another girl on finding Bea had been reluctant to take things any further than a very occasional kiss; he had picnicked elsewhere. Bea was sitting at an angle, legs chastely together and skirt to her knees with her forearm supporting her a little off the ground. She knew Trudy was feeling horny ("Who isn't!" she thought.) and had promised to try to do something about it. Trudy was kneeling behind Bea, her knees resting against the back of the other girl's legs. They were all talking together while they provided an audience for the amateur sporting activities. There was plenty to keep them amused and Bea was confident they would not notice her misbehaviour. Trudy almost looked down when she felt a snake-like object slither past her kneecap. Though she KNEW it was Bea it triggered a hazard reflex that was hard to ignore. The tail was doubling itself across Bea's back as it slid backward from between her thighs and then out the top of her underwear. Then it began to slide the other way and Trudy could feel in slipping under the edge of Bea's skirt and along the side of her thigh, hidden by Trudy's own skirt. Trudy moved her knees a little further apart as the finger-like surface rubbed back and forth over her bare thigh and then caressed the front of her knickers. Trudy wondered just how far Bea would go. She doubted she would have dared suggest anything even this simple with others around. What would happen if Bea gave Trudy an orgasm? Would she be able to stop herself calling out? She had visions of all eyes turned towards her as she lay shuddering before them. "God! Just the idea is making me wet!" Bea teased her for a while, rubbing Trudy's pussy while they both managed to keep up their parts of the conversation. In some respects Trudy had it easier since Bea was getting aroused without being able to touch herself; they were both getting wetter. Bea made the tip thinner and wriggled it around the edge of Trudy's underwear where the doubled gusset was narrowest between her legs. Once inside the garment she sought out the dampness that allowed her to manoeuvre more freely. "Excuse me." Trudy leaned over Bea and took half a boiled egg from the remainders of their meal. It also allowed Bea to punch her way into the very wet vagina; Trudy needed no further foreplay! She carefully sat back allowing Bea to turn her tail should the angle not be correct. It would be just as hard to explain a scream of pain from Bea as a scream of pleasure from Trudy. All was okay and Trudy sat back lightly on her heels so Bea had plenty of room to move without making contact with Trudy's skirt. Trudy wanted to punch her friend for the torment she was going through. To punch her, kiss her, lick her; to lie back and hold her tight while she was being fucked silly by the wonderful tail. She wished she could go home right that minute! Provided Bea came with her. As she thought that, Trudy whimsically decided it didn't matter if Bea came before or even after her so long as she made Trudy come. Trudy had recovered quickly from her deflowering and it was pleasure that she felt; pure pleasure mixed with the adrenalin rush of terror at her public situation. She imagined what it would be like to sit on Doug's erection in public like this. She knew THEY would never have been able to get away with it. Doug caught her looking at his crotch and with a blush he became conscious of its growth in response. "Damn!" he thought. Trudy became aware of the movement and growing outline and looked up to see Doug watching her. She blushed as he smiled and then couldn't help smiling back; her secret would undoubtedly make him envious and possibly jealous - she wondered how he would face up to the competition if he did ever find out about Bea. She suddenly realised that the loss of face might cause him to turn nasty and it was then that she grasped the dangerous nature of their carnal play. Bea felt her friend's muscles squeezing her as Trudy lifted herself to get yet another item from the large plate. Trudy was wriggling a little like she needed Bea gone and Bea simply thought it was a matter of avoiding a public orgasm so she was unsurprised; she had been waiting for Trudy's signal even though they hadn't made any prior arrangements. The tail slid out, giving Trudy's clit a final gentle prod before she was left to recover. In addition to a pair of well-soaked panties, it also left a slimy trail down Bea's back and across her asshole before Bea decided SHE needed to feel filled for just a little while as well. She bent her top leg just a little forward to give slightly more clearance and her own juices supplanted Trudy's coating as she pushed deep with a single thrust. A sigh escaped her lips and the others turned to look at her. "Isn't it such a lovely day." Bea carefully settled herself on her knees and toes as Trudy had done and looked around to make sure no-one was paying them any "special" attention. It wasn't the first time she had taken the opportunity to fuck herself in public, though Trudy hadn't been aware of it on the other occasions. Now she was conscious of the subtle signs that betrayed her friend's behaviour. Bea knew how much she could take and pressed herself to the limits before she reluctantly withdrew and tucked her tail away in the front of her now equally wet knickers. Doug, sitting next to her, found himself aroused without being aware her subtle perfume was impinging on his senses. Of course Trudy got the benefit though her own more distant juices were having less effect. Adelle, conscious of her own scent during times of arousal, sniffed quietly and looked back and forth at the other two. They both seemed somewhat flushed but it was a warm day and they certainly hadn't been doing anything while they had sat there. "Perhaps they both have the hots for Doug", she thought. "I've got to admit he is cute even if he hardly notices me." Adelle's own pussy WASN'T about to flood. "I have to disappear for a minute if you'll excuse me." Trudy started to rise. "Anyone else coming?" Doug knew the invitation wasn't directed at him. "I will", answered Bea. She rose, straightening her top over her skirt before standing. "I'll stay with Doug", said Adelle and grinned when Trudy quickly looked at her. Though SHE wasn't really interested, Adelle was just as happy as any of the others to tug the chain of one of their peers. She didn't realise that Trudy's look was more of surprise that Adelle was interested than concern for a rival. The two headed towards the girl's toilet block smiling as they went. "You wicked bitch. I can't believe you did that to me with the others there. It was wonderful!" Bea grinned. Trudy had mumbled while facing the ground as she spoke in case anyone could read her lips. She WAS going to tell Bea off when she got the chance but she also did adore the daring sexual contact. She just wished she could get the pleasure without the risk. They could see both sides of the toilet block as they approached and Trudy took a quick look around the end while Bea checked the cubicles. It was all clear and Trudy pushed her back inside long enough to plunge her tongue towards Bea's tonsils. Bea wrapped her arms around Trudy and returned the ardent kiss. They knew they couldn't risk more than the one and Trudy HAD to warn Bea of her fears about Doug. She released Bea, looking into her eyes with love in her heart and gave her another quick peck on the lips. She stood back and they turned towards the aged mirror, mottled where the silvered backing had lifted with time and cracked across one corner where vandals had damaged it at some time in the past. Should anyone come in they were innocently checking their appearances even though each looked directly into the reflection of the other's eyes. "I love you and what you did but we have to be more careful. Doug's interested in me, we know that; have you thought what he might say or do if he found out?" Even there, whispering and knowing it would be a little while before anyone could come close enough to overhear them, Trudy omitted a final "about us". Bea knew what she meant and it was safer without the words. As friends they could have secrets but there should have been no "us". Trudy was becoming aware that living a secret life with dire consequences if you were discovered did have a major down side. "How has Bea coped all these years", she wondered with sincere admiration. "I think I've probably run through most scenarios but I must admit I hadn't based them around his hurt feelings for you. You are right there." Trudy was remorseful when she thought of the stress that Bea must have faced daily, the anxiety wondering if that day would be the day when her world came tumbling down around her. She now respected the trust Bea had shown in her; her reliance on Trudy's good will and sincerity. She would endeavour to support her; friendship and love had become stronger than mere lust. Trudy briefly rested her hand on the back of Bea's; Bea spread and closed her fingers on Trudy's in acknowledgement and then they both turned to use the facilities. It would be strange for them to need to go again a little while later. ----- It was the first time they had seen themselves naked. Bea's parents were headed away to a friend's wedding and Bea would be staying overnight a Trudy's house. Trudy's younger brother was, in turn, sleeping over at another friend's house, happy to relinquish his bed for an opportunity for a little variation. Trudy and Bea were disappointed not to be sharing a room and knew they wouldn't be able to do all they would have liked before "lights out"; it was just too risky. But... Bea's parents had left a 2 in the afternoon, dropping Bea and her overnight case at Trudy's and the girls, having waved goodbye, had then headed back on foot to Bea's now empty house. Trudy's mother had simply told them to be back for dinner before 5:30 on the understanding they were going window shopping. Since the shops were on the way this wasn't a lie and, if asked, they would truthfully say they went back to Bea's to pick up something she had "forgotten" to pack. Bea let them in, trying hard not to look suspicious. She deliberately did NOT look around to see if they were observed nor did she move the curtains. It was safest to assume that you were being watched by SOME busybody and to try to look as uninteresting as possible. She put on some music, a little loud which is what the neighbours would expect having seen her parents drive off. They could testify that no boys had been around though. Bea had left her bedroom curtains drawn so there would be no movement there and had secured the front door so no- one could get in without her knowledge. The last thing she wanted, or near to it, was her parents to turn up unexpectedly. Pausing only to adjust her alarm so they would have time to get back to Trudy's house, Bea took her in her arms and they kissed. They were getting better at it considering they had to practise on an available boy rather than together as they wished. As they kissed they hurriedly worked on each other's clothing. Of course they ended up having to undo the buttons on Trudy's cuffs AFTER the sleeves had been pulled down her arms and Bea's zipper jammed when Trudy tried to remove her skirt. It felt strange to remove another girl's bra though Bea had been in Trudy's knickers often enough that their removal was special only in the revelation of the curls Bea had hitherto only stroked with her unusual appendage. Trudy made Bea pirouette slowly with her tail raised in full splendour. Other than that it matched the pale pinkness of Bea's untanned skin rather than having a coating of lush fur, it DID resemble the prehensile tail of a monkey. It also, probably BECAUSE of its baldness, had a resemblance to the single photograph of a penis that Trudy had seen in a medical textbook she wasn't supposed to have touched. "Can I watch you fucking yourself?" Trudy wanted to feel it inside - so very much - but was intrigued what it looked like and whether Bea did anything differently when she buried the tail in her own body than when she buried it in Trudy's. Her curiosity got the better of her carnal desires. Bea didn't mind. She usually had to wait until after she had given Trudy an orgasm before she could feel her tail deep inside. She didn't mind in the least. Had they only just started making love together Bea might have felt more self-conscious about masturbating in front of Trudy. Now that their feelings had grown to a mutual love it felt a natural progression from their other activities. Bea carefully folded down the covers on her bed and reclined with legs apart and her tail vertical like an enormous erection. "I bet the boys wished THEY were built like that", laughed Trudy. She reached out a hand and wrapped her fingers in a tube around the end before beginning to simulate a hand job. "That's nice" said Bea and she reached for her nipples, a little trick she had learned from the girl sitting beside her. Bea's tail, or at least the tip of it, was as sensitive to an erotic caress as her breasts or perhaps even a penis. Since it is a subjective matter differing between people it would have been impossible to say. It did give her pleasure and made fucking herself doubly delightful though by itself it hadn't been the source of an orgasm. Trudy worked her hand back and forth, being careful not to grip too tightly since the tail didn't have a penis' looser skin which could absorb some of the friction of a firmly grasped hand. Both girls were ignorant of that feature of the male anatomy and it looked as though they might now remain that way. Had Trudy been serious about Doug she could have gone step by step through covered contact to skin on skin and possibly to orgasm and then ultimately penetration. None would have been acceptable to her parents and she did not want to risk being tied to him now her heart was headed in Bea's direction. Her head kept wondering what would eventually happen but her heart kept over-ruling it. Bea's hand on hers caused Trudy to stop. "Would you hold my lips open please?" Bea had done it herself on frequent occasions in the past but she had also spent far more time pleasuring Trudy than vice versa. It wasn't selfishness so much as a desire to feel the other's touch on her body; a wish that Trudy too had such a wonderful asset so they could simultaneously fuck, driving each other wild. Trudy carefully eased the fur-covered fleshy lips apart and, holding them in place, used another pair of fingers to tease out the creased thinner lips so the bumpy pink crevasse was revealed. Since Trudy couldn't see her own - even a mirror could not be easily placed to show a good view - it was the first time she had view actual genitalia, female OR male. She was fascinated, and remained so as the fleshy tail curved over to dip delicately into the crevasse. Trudy was used to imagining or feeling the tail lying horizontally, its length sliding back and forth over her, or Bea's, furrow. Now Bea used it like an old pen, the nib dipped in the ink then touched to the page so the ink could cover it as the author inscribed a message of love. It wriggled, bending back and forth as Trudy's finger was similarly used to stimulate her own clit. She saw Bea responding to her tail's touch and then it obviously became ... perhaps enough rather than too much. Bea changed tactics. The sausage-like appendage now DID slide along the furrow, more savagely rubbing than before. Once. Twice. Picking up a thicker coating each time. Then it lifted from Bea's body and formed a rounded arch; it plunged into the opening Trudy had peered intently at before and she watched as it eased out and then thrust deep. Once again; once, twice and then so deep that it could go no further. "Please rub me now." Trudy looked at her lover's face. There was a look of pleading; a happiness that needed just a little more. Bea's small body lay beside her, the breasts being teased and the adult pussy with its ample thatch showing she was not a little girl but instead a young woman who obviously had a woman's passion. Trudy knelt by the side of the bed so she could kiss Bea while at the same time obeying her instruction. Trudy wet her fingers against the side of the object filling Bea's vagina and then found her friend's clit. She used the same gentle touch she favoured herself until, that is, Bea was worked up enough to need a firmer contact. Bea soon needed precisely that sort of touch and her hips lifted up to press harder against Trudy's hand. Trudy responded and pressed her lips to Bea's at the same time. They kissed through Bea's orgasm; Trudy barely escaped with her tongue intact. She relinquished her spot at Bea's clit to firstly hold her hand and then, when Bea slipped the hand out from under and held Trudy's instead, to hold the other girl's bare breast. Their kisses calmed them as Bea recovered and Trudy eagerly anticipated her own release. Bea rolled over on the narrow bed and Trudy joined her again. The tail once again made a long curve suspended in mid-air over Bea's back as she rested on her stomach. Tracy reached out to touch it but Bea was watching and moved it out the way just as her hand was closing around it. Tracy tried again and it moved away just in time. Bea was being playful and Trudy was learning yet again how versatile the tail actually was. It caressed Trudy's cheek and was sweeping over to rub the other when Trudy managed to fence it in between her hands. The tip of the tail ended up trapped in front of Trudy's face and she made a mock bite at it. It was like sucking on a sausage. A warm one with the most delicious flavour. Trudy had expected a neutral taste, as when one bites a finger; this was divine. It took her a few seconds to make the connection; she hadn't even licked her own fingers during or after masturbation. She hadn't thought that something that smelled so sweet would taste the same; you didn't associate mouths and genitals, at least not in her little community. "Have you ever tasted your tail after you've been fucking?" "It doesn't quite reach. Why?" Trudy thought. If the tail didn't reach she would need something else. She slid her hand between Bea's thighs and found the entrance, still wet, with her outstretched thumb. A little wriggle and she was in. A further wriggle and she was coated. "Try this." Bea accepted the offered digit, closing her lips around the base and using them to scrape the juices off. She did it without thought, trusting Trudy implicitly. She was right to. The taste WAS superb. "That was ME!" she thought. And of course that raised the question as to what Trudy tasted like. She had liked the way Trudy had sucked on her tail. Trudy had as well; it was not unlike the touch of tongue to nipple but the meatier tail had a more obvious presence in one's mouth. "Lie back", Bea commanded and Trudy hastened to comply, unashamedly opening herself without a second thought. Bea opened up Trudy's petals using only her tail; she could have copied Trudy and used her own thumb but, if she had been asked, she would have admitted Trudy's vagina felt much nicer in contact with her tail than her hand. She kept it stretched thin as she slipped it inside long enough to collect a good coating. Trudy felt it slip out, leaving her empty again. She watched as it moved across Bea's body so the other girl could transfer the juices from the glistening surface to her encircling finger and thumb. Her eyes followed the slow movement of the wet fingers towards Bea's mouth. Bea watched the stare with interest; Trudy seemed to be holding her breath! Was the sight THAT intriguing or was Trudy simply anxious that Bea appreciate the flavour? Trudy did notice the firm thrust that filled her at the same time as Bea's digits disappeared but her attention was fixed on Bea's expression. When Bea smiled Trudy repeated the expression. The probing tip writhed inside her, churning up her emotions before being withdrawn again. This time Bea made the damp firmness pass over Trudy's nipple, the briefest interruption on its way to Trudy's mouth. It was Bea's turn to breathlessly watch and then to match Trudy's smile. Trudy licked the juices clean and then alternately sucked and blew a length of tail in and out between her lips, her tongue working overtime to caress as much of the smooth surface as possible. It felt so nice to Bea. Bea reclaimed her tail and climbed up onto Trudy, sitting lightly on her abdomen. She flicked her tail behind her, cracking the whip without a supersonic snap, stretching in much the same way one stretched arms, legs and back after sitting bunched up for a while. She knew Trudy would be as appreciative of a vigorous fucking as she was herself and make sure she could maintain the required pace. As Bea sat over her Trudy reached up and pressed her thumbs against Bea's firm nipples. Feeling Bea's tail smoothly sliding back into her body she rotated both thumbs, massaging the firm breast tissue hidden behind the prominences. It felt so nice that Bea copied her. Though their arms got a little tangled, Bea had no such trouble working up her speed as she fucked the girl lying under her. She would take an occasional break to slide a slippery trail over the surface of Trudy's pussy - changing and thereby resting the muscles involved in moving her tail. Trudy was unable to resist her touch and moved her hands behind Bea's back. Trudy pulled Bea forward and she had to move her own hands out the way as Trudy drew her closer for a kiss. Their breasts pressed tightly as their tongues twisted together. Bea delved deeply, spreading the tip to hold herself in place, and then sent the upper part of her tail sideways back and forth across the sensitive surface. Her tail was tightly curved and each sideways movement was felt by both of them deep inside Trudy's vagina. Trudy's grip tightened and her body shook underneath Bea's. She thought it must have been the best ever, and doubted if she could take it if it ever got any better. Bea relaxed and then carefully withdrew. They rested. --- Trudy didn't really want another orgasm, not right then, but she DID want to try something and she didn't think they would have as good an opportunity for some time. "Would you lie on your back please?" They kissed again and Bea rolled over. Trudy peeled back the blanket they had pulled over themselves and positioned her face over Bea's pussy; the tail protectively barred her access. "Can you move that for now please?" She watched as Bea straightened it, letting it unroll from the base to the tip. It ended up past her knees. The way was open and Trudy nudged Bea's legs wider so she could rest her cheek against a soft warm thigh. She inhaled the sweet scent; it was every bit as nice as the earlier taste had been. Cautiously, in case Bea objected, she leaned closer and kissed the equally soft surface. The sparse hairs tickled her nose and she pressed that against Bea's flesh to overcome the urge to sneeze. Her nose parted Bea's nether lips, dipping into the lubricating pool. The scent of her arousal was strong in Trudy's nostrils. The taste was soon all over her tongue. Bea so loved the feeling of Trudy's tongue pushing into her vagina. It went nowhere near as deeply as her own unique tail could but it was someone else diving into her and that brought with it an uncertainty of action that made the sensations all the more delicious. Trudy then moved her mouth slightly. Up until then her chin had rested on the other girl's pubes. Now it was closer to her navel and the teasing tongue could access the length of Bea's pussy from the tip of her sensitive clit through to the fleshy perineum demarking the genital and the anal regions. As Trudy worked her way around Bea's pussy, using her mouth to perform the actions she normally made with her fingers, she swallowed the copious juices. She did not realise initially what was stroking her head but then realised Bea's tail was gently caressing her. It spurred her on to know Bea appreciated her performance. Bea did, and wanted to return the favour as well as experiencing cunnilingus (a term unknown by both of them) as the active rather than the passive participant. Letting Trudy continue with her delightful technique she pulled at Trudy's leg until the other girl straddled her. Trudy's weight pressed Bea into her mattress, a comforting confinement. She had to pull Trudy's hips to get her to shift back and Trudy responded by kneeling so her pussy was suspended over Bea's face. Bea's mouth made contact and she French kissed Trudy's pussy with all the enthusiasm she used when kissing her mouth. Trudy soon understood why Bea had been caressing her; the feel of a soft, moist tongue against one's pussy is different from that of a finger (one's own or a friend's) and different again from the probing tail. It was easier for them to come again and far harder to keep up their side of the deal as the other person gave them pleasure. They took turns stimulating each other, one starting to lick and suck as the other got them close to orgasm. This swung the pendulum back in the other direction and they were able to calm down while their partner "suffered". Unlike a real pendulum, the swings began to change to shorter and shorter intervals until both young women were doing their hardest to translate the pleasure they were feeling into pleasure for the other. Each screamed against the other's pussy, burying the sounds against the damp lips that smothered both mouth and nose. The screams changed to joyous laughter; release and relief and a new knowledge of a pleasure they had not been aware of. They wondered individually, and later discussed the topic together as they walked to Trudy's house - could they somehow let their peers in on the pleasures to be had WITHOUT them finding out, or even suspecting, that the two of them had been the discoverers rather than the mere bearers of the news? Trudy rolled off and then crawled back beside her lover, pulling the covers with her. Their mouths met yet again, lips, chins and cheeks coated with the other's slime. It was a joyous meeting, saddened only by their mutual knowledge that they would soon have to get up, clean the scent from themselves and dress. They would much rather have remained together there, coated in the stink of their sexual escapades, to finally sleep in each other's arms. To do so would have cause an avalanche of consequences that would have, in the very least, seen them torn apart, not bodily but from one whose heart was now shared. They regretfully rose, hugged again and set about their ablutions. Trudy knew that she was going to be so horny by the time that they could next arrange an assignation that she might have to let Doug do something about it even though it was Bea that she loved. No! That wouldn't be necessary; they would find SOME way! It was a pity they still had to finish High School. If they could go away to college together it would be natural for two home town girls to become roommates. Trudy suggested it to Bea. They smiled. With such a goal they would have a special incentive to spend their remaining time in studious application. Who knew, their parents' willingness to let them work together might allow them more opportunities if they could only show it was effectiveness; none of them would object to the two girls concentrating on school work rather than boys. It also gave them an impetus to look at what courses were being offered where so they could find something suitable for both of them. It had always seemed the ideal dream to end up marrying one's High School sweetheart; marriage might be difficult though an equivalent unofficial commitment could be expressed. It was just that neither had ever thought of that sweetheart as having the same sex. "Ready?" They looked each other over, checking for anything untoward. Each felt the other was glowing and worried their recent behaviour would be obvious to everyone they met. Bea turned off the music and picked up the item she had "forgotten". She couldn't help herself and swung her arms around the other girl's neck. She looked up into Trudy's eyes and spoke before seeking her lips. "I love you Trudy. Truly!" When their faces parted Trudy responded. "And I love you. With all my heart and for all my life." There lips met once more, a gentle kiss since they would have to run if they delayed much longer. "Come on!" Bea opened the door and ushered her girlfriend, lover and, who knew perhaps even eventually life-mate, through ahead of her, giving her ass a mischievous whack as she passed. They laughed briefly, happy to be alive and together and knowing that the nosey neighbours would not find that strange behaviour in innocent girls who were becoming women. ********************************************************* At this stage I do not intend continuing this particular storyline though there are a few possibilities that might bring me back.