"Mmmmm, I love it!" Nichole sighed as her friend caressed her ecstatic tit into shimmering delight. "It feels so good, the way you touch them. Oh, that's about to drive me wild."
The girls lay beside each other in the bed. Mr. Dupre had left half an hour ago, taking Nichole's younger brother and sisters with her over to that small shopping center in Burns. Mr. Dupre had not come back from fishing. The girls were left tone to engage in sexual play without fear of interruption.
Camille had already told Nichole about her fuck with Buck Simpson. Nichole was tremendously impressed, having seen the handsome bland boy several times as he piloted his beat along the bayou. She looked at the slender brunette with envy.
"You really did?" she had asked incredulously. "You really let him fuck you? I mean, he really wanted to fuck you?"
"That so strange?" Cammy asked, her anger kindled at the suggestion that it was unbelievable a rich boy could be interested in her pussy.
"No, no!" Nichole said, not having meant to insult her friend. "I mean, how do you get to meet a guy like that?"
"I told you," Cammy answered. "I was sitting along the bayou and he pulled his boat over and said 'hop aboard'. That's how I met him."
Cammy leaned toward Nichole's tits and began to suck them. She shivered as Nichole fingered her nipples. She sucked more firmly, delighting in the way Nichole's body twisted in response to the play. She sucked and tongued Nichole's breasts while her own began to swell with passion.
Cammy reached down to Nichole's thighs, caressing and stroking the soft, sweet skin. She gently slipped her hand upward, feeling the silken cunt hairbrush across the top of her hand. Nichole gasped in pleasure as Cammy prodded the moist pussy lips.
"Mmmmm," Cammy murmured as she kissed Nichole's tits and ran her finger into her cunt. She caressed her clit, feeling the sudden jerk of pleasure that shook Nichole's body. "Mmmmm, what a luscious little puss. Your pussy feels so warm and soft to my finger."
"No softer than yours," Nichole replied. Cammy felt the other girl match her in clit play. The little brunette shivered and gasped as sparks came rippling through her body. She continued rubbing Cammy's clit while her other hand teased one nipple into hard, tight desire.
"Ooo," Nichole squealed. "Ooooo, you're getting me hot!"
Cammy smiled at the sounds. She was proud of her ability to produce erotic stimulation. She had been able to produce all sorts of sensual reaction. She had cunt-fucked with Yvonne. She had fucked Buck, then her dad. All of them had been completely satisfied with what she offered. Her body tinged at the knowledge.
She had tested some of her attraction at school today. She remembered the reaction of several of the bays when she swung her ass more provocatively than usual. It had been a glorious day. She had walked along the hallways, knowing that she was no longer the lone virgin in her class. She had held a man between her legs, the same as any of the other girls. She had done more than that. She had taken her dad's mammoth cock into her pussy. She had taken on the biggest piece of meat along the bayou. She had taken it and given it a hell of a fuck.
John Spencer had been shocked at the way she rubbed her tits against him as they waited beside the water fountain. She'd given John another good tit rub as they walked into the cafeteria for lunch. The Navy boy had kept staring at her, even when Nichole stood talking with him. She felt his eyes on her as she walked out of the room later. She felt his eyes on her thighs and ass and tits.
It was a delicious feeling. It was fantastic knowing how she could turn the boys on. It was beautiful, just thinking about how much they'd give to fuck her, how much they panted over her little cunt. It was even more delicious knowing that if any of them ever did get their cock into her, she'd give them a fuck they'd never forget.
"Oooooo!" Nichole gasped as Cammy ran her slender finger past her clit and began to pump it along Nichole's cunt walls. Cammy rolled her finger in small circles, listening to the sound of Nichole's juices sloshing in her excited cunt. "Ahhhh!"
The other girl panted, closing her thighs against Cammy's hand to hold the finger inside the pussy. Nichole ran her own finger into Cammy's cunt, teasing and taunting in small, brisk jabs at her clit and into the soaking passage of the pussy.
"Mmmmmm," Cammy sighed, hunching her ass to move her pussy more passionately over the finger. "Mmmmmm, I love what you're doing to my pussy. I'm going to be panting and gasping like crazy!"
Cammy had never eaten pussy. She had heard about it, of course. The girls talked about it at school. They talked about having had theirs eaten by this boy or that boy. They talked about it just as they talked about sucking cock. Especially the whites girls talked about it. The white girls seemed to like having their cunt sucked. They talked morc about a boy's tongue and mouth. The Cajun girls spent more time describing how much meat he had to offer. Cammy was ready to talk either way. Stilt, she'd take sex any way she could get it. She'd discovered just how much she liked it. She couldn't understand why it was kept so secret, like it was bad, or like it might be terribly painful. It was the best thing she'd ever discovered.
She hadn't told Nichole about fucking her dad. Cammy felt that her friend had no business knowing about that. She might not understand. She might tell her folks about it and Cammy certainly didn't want Antoine in trouble for the pleasure he had given her. She didn't mention anything about her father. She didn't even hint that he had been angry with her for being out with Buck. She sure wasn't going to tell about the spanking and how excited it got her. Cammy still couldn't comprehend why she had been so worked up by the spanking. She could remember it now, even as she pumped her finger vigorously into Nichole's pussy. She could still feel the sharp stings across her ass. She could still feel the pulsing glow that ran through her cunt while Antoine spanked her. She didn't understand it at all. She liked it, though. She liked it a hell of a lot.
Nichole was wriggling on the bed in shuddering passion as Cammy climbed onto the girl's body. She slipped over her friend until their tits were touching. Her face was just in front of the glistening black cunt hair. Cammy caressed Nichole's pussy lips, then began kissing sensuously. She lightly darted her tongue against Nichole's cunt, then slipped it inside. She caressed Nichole's thighs as she planted her mouth tighter over her pussy. She lapped Nichole's shivering cunt, then began to suck slowly and deeply.
"Ooooooeeee!" Nichole squealed. She thrashed about, her body shaking with excitement from the cunt suck. Her legs were locked around Cammy's neck, holding her friend's mouth at her pussy while she thrust her mouth at the cunt above her. She sucked Cammy into a spasm of ecstasy. The girls rolled from side to side, their tits pressing nipple against nipple, their mouths sucking fiercely on quivering cunts.
Cammy shuddered with the rise of her passion. She tasted the sharpness of Nichole's pussy. She licked deeper and deeper into the quivering crevice. She sucked harder on the juices which were oozing from the soft walls of her cunt. The young woman thrust her hands into Nichole's swelling tits and kneaded the mass of soft, throbbing flesh. Nipples flipped across her fingers, sending both of the girls into new frenzies of rolling, teasing ecstasy. Nichole was sucking her pussy furiously. Cammy could feel her own lubricants gushing from her cunt, and the rippling contractions which pulsed through her.
"Mmmmm!" she groaned, her groan muffled by Nichole's pussy. She clamped her thighs tighter about the dark-haired head beneath her and hunched against the delicious mouth. "Mmmmm!" she shuddered as her body tensed. "Uhhhmmmm!" She was nearing her climax. Her body was almost at the point where she would be overwhelmed by its paralyzing shudders. Cammy was determined that Nichole should reach orgasm at the same time. She ached to feel the other girl's body caught in the taut spasms of a glorious climax. She sucked and licked, trying to concentrate on some other subject. She had to think of something other than how luscious Nichole's body seemed.
Cammy tried to recall the conversation about Yvonne. Something Nichole had said stuck in her mind. She had told her friend about Buck looking for Yvonne. Cammy wondered aloud if it might have been her sister-in-law.
"It figures," Nichole commented dryly. "It figures with what my mother says about Yvonne."
Cammy did not pursue the matter. Now she wished that she had. What had Mrs. Dupre said about her brother's wife? What were other people along the bayou saying about Yvonne, about Gilbert, about Antoine. The slender brunette had wondered why the boys at school seemed hesitant to make the same passes at her. They did at Nichole and the other girls. Maybe they thought she was too experienced for them. Cammy shivered at the thought. Damn it, she was now. After fucking Buck, after taking her that mammoth meat, she sure the hell didn't want to waste time with any immature, inexperienced kids. Damn them, anyway.
"Mmmmm," Nichole mumbled louder as she burrowed hotly over the tingling cunt. "Mmmmmm!" Camille felt her friend's teeth playfully tug at her cuntlips. She tried to do the same to Nichole, nibbling at the wet pussy at her mouth. She nibbled. She tongued. She sucked. She caught her breath deeply, then blew as hard as she could into the opening.
"Mmmm! Mmmmmm!" Nichole protested, unable to break the hug of Cammy's thighs around her neck. Nichole's body seemed to explode into insane ecstasy as the little brunette repeated her taunting play.
She had her! Cammy knew she had her! She had Nichole throbbing with the surge of her orgasm. She felt her friend go limp beneath her, then suddenly begin to shake and tremble as never before. She tasted a new sharpness as Nichole poured her cunt-juice from, her pulsing pussy. Cammy let her ride through her climax, then felt her own powerful explosion begin. She thrashed on the bed, lost in the warming glow that raced about her body. She sucked Nichole as passionately as she felt her own pussy being devoured. They gasped and panted as the room swirled about them, as the sunlight spun over them.
"Oooooo!" Nichole panted as they finally passed the peak of their emotion. "Oooo, that was fabulous! I think I liked that just as much as fucking a boy."
Camille lay on her side and watched the heaving girl beside her. That wasn't the way she felt. She had gone through an orgasm, just as powerful an orgasm as Nichole. Still, Cammy felt unsatisfied. If some man pulled out his cock right now, she'd be ready to roll over and take him him. That's what she wanted, a good length of cock between her legs. She lay back and shivered at the thought. What was she doing over here with Nichole anyway? There were men at the fishing camp. There were men coming in along the bayou. Pierre might be looking for her, if he wasn't still peeved because she had been seen on Buck's boat. She started to get up, then turned back to her friend. As long as she was here she might as well find out what Nichole had heard about Yvonne.
She reached over and caressed Nichole's heaving tits. She cupped them gently, then stroked her waist and hips. She petted Nichole's thighs, then returned to the still taut breasts and nipples. Her friend sighed, shivered, and looked at her with misty eyes.
"Nichole," Cammy began, "what all have you heard about Yvonne?"
"Nothing much," the girl answered, averting Cammy's eyes. "Not much of anything. I guess any girl as pretty as Yvonne has all sorts of stories made up about her."
"What sort of stories?" Cammy persisted.
"Oh, the usual," Nichole said, trying to get out of the subject. "You know how people talk. If a girl, especially a married woman, shows off her figure, then people think she's putting out for all the men."
"They say Yvonne is putting out for everyone?" Cammy looked intently at her friend, trying to read the hesitant expression on her face, "Don't try to keep from upsetting me. I need to know. Look, one man has already mistaken me for Yvonne. I have to know if that might happen again."
"I don't know. Please, Cammy, I don't know anything about it, except some remarks my parents have made at one time or another."
"What remarks?" Cammy took Nichole's face in her hands and turned it back to face her. "What did they say?"
"Oh, honestly!" the girl snapped as she sat up angrily. "Why can't you drop the subject. All right, this is all I can remember right off. I heard my parents fussing one night, and Mom accused Papa of going over to your place to see Yvonne. He denied it, then said it would be a damn good idea, though. He said Yvonne knew how to look after a man, that she didn't get angry just because a man wanted to grab a little ass."
"What else?" Cammy knew there was something that Nichole was keeping from her, something that her friend was trying to cover. "Come on, there's more than that. Tell me. Tell me, or I'll never cunt suck with you again. Never!"
"It was about you and Yvonne," Nichole admitted. "They didn't really mean it. It was just a passing comment."
"What did they my?" Cammy's eyes were blazing. She had to know this.
"Just that…" Nichole began, then hesitated. "Out with it!" Cammy demanded. "Hurry up!"
"Ohhhh, that you were getting to look so much like Yvonne. Mom said that you had started walking like Yvonne. You hold your body like Yvonne. She said you stuck your ass and tits out as much as Yvonne. She said that your father had better watch out or Yvonne would have you just a big a tramp as she."
"A tramp!" Cammy said incredulously. "What did she mean?"
"I don't know. I really don't. I guess she meant that Yvonne would have you looking after the fishing parties at night, just like she does."
Later, as Camille walked along the bayou toward home, she thought over the talk about Yvonne. Her suspicions had been right. Her sister-in-law was fucking the men who came down to the camp. That's how Buck had heard about the beautiful, sexy Cajun. He saw her, dressed in almost nothing, she was the girl he had been told about.
Gilbert had heard all kinds of the talk on his fishing boat. Certainly her dad had heard some of it. They didn't seem to mind that Yvonne was being talked about all along the bayou. That didn't fit with their past actions. Shit! Either one of them could beat the hell out of any three other men. Everyone knew that. Yet she had heard of no fights over the gossip about her sister-in-law. That was strange. It was as though they approved of it.
Cammy gasped as she thought – they did know! They knew all about it! They had even encouraged the gossip. Hell yes! That was part of the reason the Dusseaux camp was always full, even when the other camps were half-empty. Yvonne was their drawing card. The men came down to drool over the luscious brunette in the evenings. They'd go back home and tell other men about Yvonne. Then, those men would book reservations at the camp, Cammy skipped along the grassy bank. She spun in the light breeze. Gilbert would not have to go out and kill anyone for insulting Yvonne. He wanted them to talk about her. Every gossip story that went round meant more money for the family. Cammy arched her back as the boats began gliding by her on the water. She could help, too. If it made money to have Yvonne, then it would make them more money to have Yvonne and Camille. She'd join forces with her sister-in-law. They'd keep the camp overflowing. Damn right!