Sam sat up briefly to kiss her teen lover again. “You’re a natural kisser, Bobbie. You’ve got that down,” she smiled. Over his shoulder, Sam smiled at us as we stood there watching. She wiggled her eyebrows goofily and it made me smile. As deranged as the scenario was, Sam was having fun.
She let Bobbie circle around the nipple of each of her breasts with his fingers several times before she pulled his hand to her mouth and sucked his fingers to wet them. She returned his hand to her chest. “Don’t let my nipples get raw, Bobbie.” He went back to circling her nipples, fascinated.
From our angle looking up Sam’s half-reclined body, we could see her panty-covered mound. We watched her little white underwear darken with moisture as her young lover played with her chest.
Sam’s snug panties were revealing to begin with – they had cupped her tiny outer lips into a little bump. Now they became even more revealing as she began to get wet. Very wet. Her juices wicked their way through the white cotton. At her center, they became translucent and puckered inwards. I could make out the vague outline of her small lips.
I watched as one of Sam’s hands drifted down to rub herself gently through the outside of the soaked fabric while Bobbie toyed with her breasts. She hunched against her own hand hungrily.
Sam was clearly ready to take this further. She tugged one of Bobbie’s hands down to her waistband. “Off,” she said simply, nibbling on her lower lip. Bobbie did as he was told and slid the waistband of her panties downward. They eased over her slender hips but caught momentarily when their crotch stuck wetly to her. They pulled free then down to her knees and she kicked them away.
Sam’s beautiful little sex was laid bare. She was shaved smooth except for a dainty, downward pointing triangle of closely trimmed muff. The tiny folds of her pussy were small and delicate and already shiny with her excitement.
I glanced at Heather standing next to me. She was watching intently, not blinking. Her breathing was quick and shallow, absorbed completely in what they were doing.
I looked back just as Sam took Bobbie’s hand again and traced it slowly down her belly to her groin. She circled his two first fingers with hers and dragged them down through her little landing strip then down between her tiny, soft outer lips. She moved his fingers in a little circle at the top and automatically arched her hips upwards in response to the contact.
“That’s my clit.”
She spun his fingers around her bud a few more times for her own benefit and for Bobbie’s. Then she continued his tour by pulling his fingers lower to her opening and pressing them at her entrance.
“That’s my vagina.”
I watched his two fingers slowly sink in partly as she pushed them into herself, using his hand like a dildo. She greedily rolled her hips up into the penetration and carefully fucked herself with his fingers a few times before she pulled them free and drew them back up to circle her tender button again. She was essentially masturbating herself with Bobbie’s hand.