Megan and Cindy – Part 1

The school bus came to a stop on the side of the deserted country road. Cindy and Megan stepped off and waved good-bye to the driver. The doors closed and the bus pulled away, leaving the two girls alone on the side of the road. It wasn’t that far to each of their houses and they could walk together for most of the way. So they set off.

Cindy and Megan were neighbors. They’d been neighbors their entire lives. The two 16 year olds were best friends for as long as they could remember. Living out on a farm meant there was very little to do but talk (when there weren’t any chores to be done). The girls talked about everything. Everything, that is, except sex.

Sex was not generally a speaking point because both the girls lived fairly sheltered lives. It was something that never really came up. But the girls were growing. Both girls had begun to develop and each of them began to feel certain needs. But neither of them could explain it, so neither of them spoke of it. On this particular day, the girls merely spoke of how school had gone, how certain boys were acting strange around them, and how much homework there was to do.

The girls reached the crossroads and waved good-bye to each other. Cindy headed towards her house and Megan to hers. They would meet here tomorrow morning at seven o’clock and start the new day.

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When Megan arrived home, she heard a strange noise coming from the guest house. It sounded like moaning. It almost sounded like someone was in trouble, yet there was something peculiar about that sound. Something told her that whoever was making that noise wasn’t in trouble at all, yet she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

Megan stalked her way slowly over to the guest house. She snuck up onto the deck and worked her way towards the window where the noise was coming from. The moaning was coming from the bedroom. Megan crawled over under the window and slowly lifted her head to see what was going on. What she saw shocked her! Megan was barely able to contain her gasp as she quickly dropped back down onto the deck.

Inside the bedroom, Greg, the farmhand, was naked with Glenda, Megan’s older sister. He was… He was… He was ramming his private parts inside of her!

Despite the awful images she had just seen, Megan felt strangely about whatever it was he was doing to her sister. She took a deep breath, swallowed, and slowly stood up beside the window. Megan gradually moved her head to see inside the window.

They had switched positions. Greg lay on his back, his privates standing straight up. To her, it was massive! Its purple head glistened in the light. It throbbed visibly. Glenda moved slowly over his body, planting kiss after kiss on his chest. She took hold of Greg’s manhood and began to stroke it; gently at first, but soon picking up speed. It seemed it was Greg’s turn to moan. Was this hurting him? As if to answer, Greg closed his eyes, turned his head over on the pillow and smiled. He gently placed his hand on Glenda’s head and guided her downwards towards his crotch.

Megan suddenly became aware of a funny feeling in her own crotch. She felt wet, but not like she’d had an accident. It felt very warm and inviting. Her crotch also had a funny sort of itchy feeling. So she obeyed the command that only an itch can give, and guided her hand down inside her jeans. Megan’s finger reached her mound. She began to rub it lightly to alleviate the itch when suddenly a shot of intense euphoria shot through it and up her spine!

Not wanting this new sensation to stop, Megan rubbed herself some more. The pleasure continued to surge through her. She looked through the window at Greg laying naked on the bed in front of her. All she could do was stare at his manhood. She wanted to touch it… Each moment she didn’t have his privates in her hand was another moment of agony for her. Yet at the same time, the pleasure continued to mount.

Her hand still inside her pants, Megan watched as Glenda began bobbing her head up and down on Greg’s crotch. Glenda’s hair hung down, so Megan was unable to see what exactly Glenda was doing to it. She imagined Glenda’s was kissing it like she had kissed his chest. Evidently it pleasured him immensely as he groaned with obvious pleasure.

Megan’s crotch was getting more and more wet. So much so, that a small wet spot had begun to show on her jeans. But she didn’t care.