MARCIA BRADY LIKES GIRLS 4
This is a work of lesbian celebrity fiction. Characters from the 1970's Brady Bunch ABC-TV series have been used without permission. The sexual scenarios only existed in the imagination of the author. If you are offended by stories of teenage girls having lesbian sex with older women, please stop reading immediately.
(Lesbian Celebrity)
Pretty, blonde, Marcia Brady, had recently turned 14, and was due to participate in her 8th grade graduation ceremonies in less than two weeks.
Oddly, the beautiful teen viewed her promotion to high school with some trepidation. Marcia vainly felt that she had been the prettiest girl at Fillmore Junior High, but now she was about to embark on uncharted waters at Westdale High.
Unsurprisingly, the attractive blonde teen had already been chatted up by some of Greg's horny high school friends, but Marcia feared that going into high school she would be just another underdeveloped freshman in a sea of 17 and 18-year-old women. Marcia looked down disappointedly at her still-juvenile breasts. Marcia was already jealous of Jan because the 12-year-old's nascent boobs were already bigger than Marcia's. Recently, she had noticed that her little boobies were finally beginning to grow, but her A-cup boobs still seemed inadequate when compared to her older, more mature competition.
Further troubling her, Marcia wondered what she was going to do all summer? She didn't have a boyfriend, and didn't particular want one, as she dismissively surveyed Greg's pimply-faced friends. She wasn't about to let any of those boys poke her with their eager dicks.
Beginning with the advent of puberty, Marcia yearned for privacy more than anything. With five other siblings, two parents, a housekeeper and a dog, alone-time was almost an impossible commodity for the beautiful 14-year-old, who spent a considerable time each night, vainly brushing her long, blonde hair.
Her salvation came out of the blue when her former junior high school P.E. teacher, Miss Markesson, phoned Marcia to ask if she would like to spend part of her summer as a counselor at Camp Redhawk, in the nearby Angeles Forest.
The short-haired, dark-headed, Miss Markesson was now coaching a women's junior college basketball team, and was anxious to augment her meager salary over the summer. Marcia was eager to accept, and more importantly, to simply get away for several weeks, but dutifully said that she would have to ask her parents for permission.
"Don't wait too long, Marcia," Miss Markesson cautioned. "I'll talk to them tonight, and call you back later," Marcia promised Miss Markesson. "And thank you for thinking of me," Marcia politely added.
Unknown to Marcia, her attractive, but insecure and neurotic, 7th grade sister, Jan, had recently joined Miss Markesson's long line of underage lesbian lovers. While the basketball coach would have been happy to take Jan to the mountains for what promised to be weeks of lesbian fun with the preteen girl, there were age rules for the camp counselors that she couldn't get around. At 14, and about to enter high school, Marcia fit the bill. Miss Markesson remembered the young, blonde beauty from her time at the junior high school. She eagerly hoped that Marcia would prove to be as sexually open and cooperative as her long-haired, younger sister, Jan.
That night over dinner, Marcia pleaded with her parents to allow her to accept the camp counselor position, arguing that the camp was not far away, and it would allow her to earn extra spending money for more "grown-up" school clothes for the fall, when she would be entering high school.
Marcia, as the oldest of the Brady girls, had proven herself to be honest and responsible. While never an excellent student, she was never neglectful of her studies.
While Marcia's mother was initially apprehensive about allowing her daughter to go away for several weeks, her husband tipped his hand, saying that he had similarly been a camp counselor at boy's camp when he was around Marcia's age, and had enjoyed a memorable summer. Unsaid, was that Mike Brady had been passed around as the willing sexual plaything of the older, male camp counselors.
Marcia went on to explain that her former P.E. teacher, Miss Markesson, would be acting as the head of the all-girls camp of 8 to 12-year-olds. Marcia reminded her parents that Miss Markesson had been one of the faculty members who had selected her to be an 8th grade cheerleader, before moving on to the job at the junior college.
No one noticed, as they never did, that Jan was fuming and red-faced. She had allowed the short-haired, somewhat mannish-looking 34-year-old to eat her hairless pussy, and now she was taking Marcia, and not her, off to summer camp!
Later that night, Marcia excitedly phoned Miss Markesson, accepting the position. Hanging up the phone, the basketball coach fantasized about luring the pretty, blue-eyed 14-year-old into her cabin, but thought the odds almost infinitesimally small, and Marcia was probably straight. Instead, she began to imagine the blonde-haired teen in shorts, halter tops, and bikinis at the camp pool. "That will have to suffice," she thought to herself.
Three buses filled with young campers exited the parking lot of Vista del Mar elementary school. Following the buses in a cramped 1967 VW Beetle were Miss Markesson, the camp nurse, Miss Hall, and Marcia.
Marcia had never met Miss Hall before. The woman appeared to be not quite 30-years-old, and kept her blonde hair in a tight bun. Miss Hall was a nursing instructor at the junior college where Miss Markesson worked, and had been recruited by the basketball coach for the summer session.
With a little makeup, Marcia thought that Miss Hall could be rather pretty. Wearing short-shorts for the drive up to the mountains, Miss Hall had an attractive, slender body.
Marcia thought that both "career women" could easily look prettier with just a little effort. Marcia wondered if attracting a husband simply wasn't a high priority at this time in their lives?
After a ride lasting a little longer than an hour, the four vehicles arrived at the mountain summer camp. After sitting uncomfortably in the small backseat of the VW Bug, Marcia stretched her tan, slender legs as the campers exited the buses, and were lined up by age.
Marcia was informed that she would be the counselor for Beaver Cabin, which consisted of 11 and 12-year-old girls. Although she was one of five teenage counselors, Marcia was given her own small room adjacent to the large cabin bedroom being shared by Miss Markesson and Miss Hall, the nurse.
One of Marcia's duties was to do a nightly head count of the six young girls who shared the Beaver Cabin. Additionally, she had the unenviable task of trying to quiet down the energetic preteens before lights out.
It had been a long first day for the exhausted 14-year-old. Vowing to unpack the following morning, Marcia stripped down to a t-shirt and panties. Sharing a bedroom with two younger sisters, and with three stepbrothers only one room away, Marcia usually wore the primmest of evening attire, including floor-length sleepwear during the winter months in her crowded San Fernando Valley home.
Having privacy at last, Marcia felt very grown up in her braless t-shirt and bikini panties as she laid on her military-style bed on the hot summer night. With no annoying younger sisters to keep her awake with their chatter, Marcia quickly fell asleep.
It was after midnight when Marcia was awakened by some strange noises. The teenager sat silently upright, thinking it might be a bear, or a wolf, or some other animal outside the cabins. The sounds, however, weren't coming from outside. Rather, they were coming from the adjoining room.
Miss Markesson and Miss Hill had neglected to fasten the bolt that would have sealed off the entrance from Marcia's adjoining room.
Quietly opening the door between the two bedrooms, Marcia was startled to see Miss Markesson's face buried between Miss Hall's propped-up legs. The noise was coming from Miss Hall who was orgasming loudly as the camp leader hungrily feasted upon the young nurse's pussy.
Marcia began to understand that both "career women" were "dykes." The short hair, lack of makeup or attractive clothing all suddenly began to make sense to the curious 14-year-old who was lurking behind the crack in the open door.
The room was dark, but Marcia had no trouble discerning what the amorous lesbians were doing. Safely hidden in the shadows, the blonde teenager pinched her erect nipples as she watched the two adult women excitedly engaging in lesbian sex.
Changing positions, Miss Hall just as avidly finger-fucked the junior college basketball coach. By now, Marcia's right hand had entered beneath the elastic band of her bikini panties, and the freshman-to-be was enthusiastically rubbing her brownish-blonde pussy as she watched the amorous women exuberantly fucking each other.
Eventually closing the door, Marcia quietly masturbated on top of her lumpy camp bed before falling back to sleep.
Earlier in her 8th grade school year, Marcia had chosen to eschew the eager attentions of the horny 8th grade boys, and Greg's pimply-faced high school friends. Marcia well knew what they were after, and she wasn't about to give it away that easily. By protecting her virginity and reputation, Marcia hoped to one day marry a successful doctor or lawyer, or perhaps even a TV star like Desi Arnaz Jr., or Davy Jones. Marcia was confident that her sunny good-looks would one day take her far.
Hooking up with girls? Well, somehow it had just happened. Margie Simpkins had been Marcia's primary rival throughout the 7th grade. A truce had ensued when both girls were selected for the prestigious positions of Fillmore Jr. High School cheerleaders.
While trying on their new cheer outfits, Margie had audaciously kissed Marcia and fondled her classmate's small, bee-stung breasts and pink nipples. Marcia had never even kissed a boy, but now found herself being willingly seduced by the taller, brown-haired, 13-year-old.
With Margie's parents and stepsister out of the house, the two 8th graders would enjoy an unplanned lesbian tryst with each other. Well, it certainly hadn't been planned on Marcia's part. However, Margie seemed unusually experienced for a junior high school girl, and enthusiastically munched on Marcia's sparsely-haired pussy.
Marcia's continued lesbian sex education would soon include Margie's beautiful, blonde, 17-year-old stepsister, Judy Marx. Margie and Judy had enticed Marcia into a robust threesome during a sleepover.
Not content with just teenage girls, Marcia was now sexually involved with her 29-year-old tennis instructor and former touring pro, Toni Collinson. Feeling emboldened, Marcia had performed a sexy, naked fan dance before sharing her young, tiny-titted 13-year-old body with Toni and her former doubles partner, the famous tennis player, Pattie Miller. The dark-haired 35-year-old athlete had recently retired from the pro circuit after the lusty lesbian threesome with Toni, and the fresh-faced, blonde, 8th grader.
Following breakfast, Marcia was greeted by Miss Markesson. The short-haired former junior high school P.E. teacher informed Marcia that she would be the acting lifeguard at the camp pool. Marcia had been a strong swimmer all of her life, and was confident and safe around water. With the deepest part of the pool only five-foot deep, there was little actual danger for the young campers.
Returning to her cabin bedroom, Marcia made sure that the bolt to the adjoining bedroom was firmly secured as she changed into her bikini. The teenager was anxious to get some early-summer sun on the unseasonably warm mountain day.
With her hands, Marcia admired her naked, blossoming boobs in the bedroom mirror. After months of slow development, her pointy, pyramid-shaped boobs were at last beginning to rival those of her younger sister, Jan's, and other pretty girls Marcia's age.
Staring at her youthful breasts in the mirror, Marcia pinched her pink nipples as she looked down at her blondish-brown pubes which were also beginning to fill in.
Miss Markesson was waiting for Marcia at the pool to deliver some final instructions. The basketball coach was momentarily speechless as she eagerly surveyed Marcia's lithe, bikini-clad body. "She's even cuter than I thought," the basketball coach said in her head. Marcia's beautiful blonde hair was bound by a rare ponytail.
Marcia's conical, budding breasts poked against the fabric of her sky blue bikini. Marcia's small cleavage was beginning to become more prominent, and the color of the swimsuit matched Marcia's sparkling blue eyes.
Miss Markesson, wearing sunglasses, looked out of the corner of her eye as she watched Marcia walking toward the pool, her youthful butt cheeks bouncing provocatively with each step.
Miss Markesson exhaled deeply. The 34-year-old had greatly enjoyed having sex with Marcia's eager and willing younger sister, Jan, but she was now beginning to think that the elder Brady sister was even sexier!
A bevy of elementary school-age girls went in and out of the busy pool that day. Diligent in her duties, Marcia kept a careful eye on her young charges.
Suddenly, a pretty, 12-year-old camper sidled up close to the 14-year-old beauty who was lazily dangling her legs in the cool water. "I like your boobs," the brown-haired girl inexplicably remarked. "Um, thanks?" Marcia replied, confused by the remark. "I can't wait until mine start to sprout," the preteen added, placing both hands firmly on the bandeau top of her two-piece bathing suit. There were no budding breasts for the young girl to squeeze.
Marcia quickly recognized Beverly Wachs as one of the six campers assigned to her Beaver Cabin. Marcia had taken note of the pretty, brown-haired, brown-eyed girl after first meeting her the night before. The young camper was sitting so close to Marcia that their bare legs were nearly touching.
Marcia looked closely at the lean, attractive, young girl. Beverly was already golden-brown from her own backyard pool. The precocious little girl had been placed in summer camp while her parents had ventured off to Europe.
Marcia sympathized that there wasn't even the faintest hint of bumps on the flat, undeveloped chest of the prepubescent girl. Marcia remembered that she too had been insecure, until very recently, about her diminunitive breasts.
As they continued to talk, Marcia began to increasingly admire the confidence, and graceful, lissome body of the preteen girl. Marcia had even caught Beverly staring at her maturing breasts before quickly averting her eyes.
"Have you ever kissed a boy?" Beverly boldly asked. "Yes," Marcia lied. Her first kiss had actually been with a girl, 13-year-old junior high school cheerleader, Margie Simpkins. It had obviously led to other things.
Beverly explained that she would be entering 7th grade in the fall, and was worried about being suddenly exposed to 7th and 8th grade boys. Beverly had learned about puberty from her mother, and was concerned that the testosterone-filled boys would be a nuisance. "My mom says that their dicks get hard whenever the wind blows."
While Marcia shared many of these same anti-boy sentiments, she was nevertheless amused by the pretty, 12-year-old's observations and candid comments.
Marcia looked into the beautiful brown eyes of the young girl: "You're really pretty, Beverly," Marcia said, absently placing her hand on Beverly's bare thigh. The action and Marcia's words caused the preteen girl to visibly blush. Marcia added, "There are probably going to be a lot of boys circling around you like hungry sharks. Be careful not to do anything that you don't want to do, or aren't ready for," Marcia cautioned.
Beverly wasn't exactly sure what Marcia was taking about, but nevertheless took her words to heart. Beverly had noticed an unfamiliar sensation in the pit of her stomach whenever she looked at the older, seemingly-mature, blonde-haired high school girl. "She's as pretty as Peggy Lipton from the Mod Squad," Beverly thought to herself. While at camp that summer, the soon-to-be 7th grade girl's thoughts rarely strayed from her beautiful camp counselor, Marcia Brady.
The talkative young girl rose from the pool edge, and pulled her bathing suit bottoms out of the crack in her ass. Marcia eagerly watched the slender legs and tight, jaunty young ass of the beautiful 12-year-old as Beverly walked away.
For her own salacious satisfaction, Miss Markesson would assign Marcia a role which would require her to be in the skimpiest of outfits or a bathing suit. Beverly, like the older camp leader, was also infatuated with the beautiful, blonde, teenager, and could often be seen hanging by Marcia's side like a puppy dog. The experienced, former junior high school P.E. teacher recognized a girl-crush when she saw one.
Miss Markesson was finding it increasingly difficult to hide her yearning for Marcia, and subtly (or so she thought) flirted with the younger girl almost daily. Marcia pretended not to comprehend, which frustrated Miss Markesson, not knowing if Marcia might eventually respond to her come-on's. Undeterred, the mannish basketball coach would continually find a reason to touch the bare arms or legs of the pretty teen, and would even suggestively wrap her arm around Marcia's neck and shoulders as they talked.
Miss Markesson's golden opportunity with the eldest Brady girl would come sooner, rather than later. An 8-year-old camper had fallen out of a tree and broken her arm. Camp nurse, Miss Hall, had stabilized the girl's arm, but had no way to set it, and wrap it in a plaster cast.
Bundling the child in her Volkswagen Bug, she headed down the mountain to a hospital, staying with the little girl until her worried parents arrived from their San Fernando Valley home. Miss Hill called back to the only phone at the summer camp to inform her secret lover, Miss Markesson, that it would be easier to spend the night at a motel, rather than drive up the unlit, winding mountain road at night.
With Marcia fast asleep, the pretty 14-year-old was unaware that she had a nighttime visitor in her room.
The lust-filled college basketball coach quietly approached Marcia's bed. Lowering the bedclothes, Miss Markesson gingerly laid beside Marcia, and lifted the teenager's top. The 14-year-old's young boobs were by no means big, but they had become irresistibly alluring to the short-haired 34-year-old who was risking everything by climbing into Marcia's bed.
Looking at Marcia's small, pyramid-shaped breasts, now tan-lined from weeks in a bikini-top, Miss Markesson gulped heavily, and even thought twice before actually touching the freshman-to-be. Little sister, Jan, had been easy and willing prey. If anything, she had been more excited to have sex with the P.E. teacher than Miss Markesson had been.
Marcia was proving a much-harder girl to read. It seemed obvious that Beaver Cabin camper, Beverly, had a massive crush on Marcia, and was constantly afoot, but Miss Markesson doubted that Marcia and the 12-year-old had actually done anything together sexually.
Deciding, "What the hell," Miss Markesson began to gently fondle Marcia's nubile, teenage breasts. The basketball coach was able to probe Marcia's young breasts for nearly two minutes before the pretty blonde began to stir, shifting in the bed, more asleep than awake.
Groggily, Marcia began to open her blue eyes. Seeing a dark shape almost on top her, Marcia was startled. Before the teenager could scream, Miss Markesson removed one of her avid hands from Marcia's little boobs, and covered the teen's mouth.
"Shhh. It's me, Marcia." The older woman was still squeezing one of the teenager's pointy, A-cup breasts. "Trust me, Marcia," Miss Markesson pleaded. "I promise you that you'll enjoy it." Marcia was no longer squirming, and it didn't seem like she would scream or run out of the cabin. If Marcia did either, Miss Markesson's career would be ruined, and she would even perhaps be looking at prison time for molesting an underage girl. Everything was now on the line.
Miss Markesson held her breath as she removed her hand from Marcia's mouth. As if giving an answer, Marcia looked up and smiled as the camp leader fondled her little boobs. Receiving silent encouragement, the JC basketball coach eagerly descended upon Marcia's nascent tits with her hungry mouth. Miss Markesson excitedly licked, sucked and kissed Marcia's budding breasts as if she had been waiting all of her life for the opportunity.
In the darkened room, Marcia wrapped her arms around Miss Markesson's head, rubbing her hands through the woman's short, dark hair as the older, basketball coach feasted on her youthful boobies.
After lifting Marcia's sleep-shirt over her head, the teenager's panties were the next to be removed. Miss Markesson briefly clicked on a light to better drink in Marcia's, gorgeous, naked body. The 14-year-old teasingly rubbed her sparsely haired pussy. Marcia felt a sense of relief. She had begun to wonder when Miss Markesson would finally make her move.
Smiling down on the pretty teenager, Miss Markesson began to excitedly rub Marcia's pussy. The older woman delicately inserted a single finger in search of an intact hymen. Feeling no obstruction, the junior college basketball coach plunged a second finger into Marcia's accommodating pussy.
The 14-year-old moaned with pent-up satisfaction. In the weeks that she had been at the camp, the only one who had touched her pussy was Marcia herself. With the pretty teenager now fully on board, Miss Markesson used her avid tongue, lips, and hands to explore every inch of Marcia's young, tan-lined body.
"Have you ever heard of 69'ing?" Miss Markesson asked what she assumed was a sexually inexperienced girl, she was somewhat surprised when Marcia nodded in the affirmative. Crawling atop of Marcia's lissome body, the 34-year-old began to zealously lick Marcia's youthful pussy.
Marcia began to reciprocate with a skill and lack of hesitation that surprised the former P.E. teacher. Enthusiastically licking Miss Markesson's dark-haired pussy, Marcia startled the former athlete when she probingly inserted a finger into Miss Markesson's rectum. Marcia's older lover gasped with delight, which emboldened the 14-year-old to begin anal-finger-fucking Miss Markesson, while simultaneously licking her pussy. Miss Markesson soon added her own enthusiastic fingers as she ate Marcia's teenage pussy.
After noisily orgasming, Miss Markesson rolled of the torso of the slender teen. Repositioning herself on the bed, the basketball coach began to knead Marcia's pointy little boobs with her hand, while tongue-kissing the amenable, long-haired, blonde camp counselor.
Rising for air, Miss Markesson asked, "Where did you learn to do all of that?" Marcia just wordlessly smiled back.
Ensuring that she would be back in her own bed before camp nurse, Miss Hall, returned, Miss Markesson reluctantly exited from Marcia's bed. The two would never hook up again during the duration of the summer camp.
While going for an innocent-looking twilight stroll, Marcia was joined by Beverly. The ripening preteen was wearing just a braless tank top, and tiny athletic shorts as the pair disappeared beyond the camp's tree line.
Separated by only two years in age, the long-limbed 12-year-old was only a couple of inches shorter than the blonde 14-year-old. Marcia stopped to lean against tree before looking both ways for any unwanted eyes. Beverly rose on her tiptoes, and the two girls began to passionately kiss.
This wasn't the first time that the counselor and young camper had wandered off to make-out. Marcia rubbed the chest portion of Beverly's tank top, where her young breasts would eventually emerge. Beverly's eager hands, meanwhile, found their way beneath Marcia's grey, Camp Redhawk t-shirt, excitedly touching Marcia's A-cup bra.
After kissing and rubbing against each other, the two girls departed separately so as not to raise any suspicion. The pair had never taken things farther than their furtive make-out sessions. With only days to go before they would all be returning home, Marcia began to strategize for more.
With no set duties the next afternoon, Marcia ventured back into the woods, a large blanket tucked under her arms. Marcia had asked Beverly to count to 100 before following her.
The two had only made out in the dark or twilight, so Beverly was particularly excited to daringly meet Marcia in broad daylight. Finding Marcia with the blanket laid on the ground, Beverly was surprised that the sexy 14-year-old had removed her camp t-shirt, and was sitting on the blanket in a bra.
Beverly briefly hesitated before finally kneeling on the blanket. The 12-year-old nervously knew that things were somehow different this time.
Marcia extended her arms and brought the brown-haired girl into a tight embrace before she began to kiss Beverly. "You said you liked me boobs," Marcia said before allowing the younger girl to unhook her bra. Marcia then placed the soon-to-be 7th grader's hands on her modest, pointy breasts.
Beverly initially recoiled with fear and surprise. She had touched Marcia's bra before, but never her actual boobs! Marcia pressed the 12-year-old's hands firmly into her maturing tits, suggesting that Beverly take the time to feel her up.
The tan, young girl's hands quickly went from curious to avid, as she squeezed and kneaded Marcia's juvenile breasts. Marcia removed her hands from atop of Beverly's, and began to lift the preteen's shirt above her head.
Marcia had never before attempted to remove Beverly's top, and the young girl initially resisted, holding on to her camp t-shirt. "That's not fair," Marcia reasoned. "I let you touch mine." The 14-year-old licked two fingers, and suggestively squeezed one of her erect, pink nipples.
Beverly grudgingly relented. "Fair was fair," she thought. Lifting her shirt herself, Beverly's slender, boyishly-flat, preteen chest was at last revealed. While her arms and shoulders were deeply tanned, Beverly's chest and upper body were pale beneath the contrasting tan lines of the one-piece and two-piece bathing suits that she wore daily to the camp pool.
Marcia's eager hands began to explore the adorable, immature chest of the pre-adolescent girl. Beverly shut her eyes as the high school girl fondled her flat chest and brown nipples. The younger girl hadn't been prepared for more than another make-out session when she had followed Marcia into the forest.
Marcia had thought long and hard before deciding to seduce Beverly. The pretty, 14-year old high schooler to be reasoned, "It's not like I'm going to rape her. And besides, I was only 13 when I started fooling around with girls."
Laying the topless young girl down on the blanket, Marcia petted the younger girl's beautiful brunette hair before she began to lick and kiss Beverly's flat, undeveloped chest. Focusing on the little girl's brown nipples, Marcia's avid tongue felt funny to Beverly, and she began to giggle. Marcia's long, blonde hair was also draped across the 12-year-old's slender body which also tickled the shirtless preteen.
Marcia was not getting the impassioned reaction that she had hoped for by licking Beverly's flat, preteen chest, so Marcia reached at her own hips, and quickly removed her cut-off jean shorts, and white panties.
Looking at the now-naked 14-year-old, Beverly became increasingly concerned. "Making out and playing with boobs was one thing," she thought, "But where was Marcia planning to take things?" She worried.
The answer quickly became clear when Marcia began tugging at Beverly's small, polyester, athletic shorts. "I don't think we should," Beverly said in a small sign of resistance, holding on to her waistband. "Do you want to be a baby all of your life?" Marcia asked with a newfound sternness in her tone. Beverly hated being called a baby, especially now that she was about to enter junior high school. The brown-haired 12-year-old then removed her protective hands from her shorts.
"Sure, it was coercion," Marcia admitted to herself, "But it's not like she didn't start the whole thing," the 14-year-old rationalized.
Like her undeveloped chest, Beverly's crotch was pale from wearing her bathing suits in the sun. Unsurprisingly, the squirming, bashful 12-year-old had a tiny, hairless slit between her youthful, slender legs. Marcia could feel her mouth watering as Beverly tried to turn away.
Marcia's eager hand began to vigorously rub Beverly's bald pussy. Marcia was careful not to insert her fingers inside Beverly's vagina. Marcia surely wanted to take Beverly's cherry... just not that way.
Marcia's eager rubbing had had an impact, and she could feel Beverly's pussy becoming wet. Placing her face between the 12-year-old's tan, slender legs, Marcia bored her tongue deeply into the young girl's vagina. Beverly's youthful hips quivered and bucked as Marcia avidly licked and tongue-fucked the pretty, little girl.
Beverly experienced her first orgasm that afternoon in the forest. Summer camp had surely been an education for her. No longer frightened, she reached for Marcia's small breasts with her hands. With Marcia's encouragement, she excitedly gobbled on the 14-year-old's tan-lined boobs.
Marcia placed her legs between Beverly's, and chose to try something that she had recently learned from her tennis instructor lover, called scissoring. Pressing her pussy into Beverly's, Marcia began to slowly grind their genitals together. Reaching for the younger girl, Marcia pinched and twisted Beverly's little titties and increased her intensity until she was slamming her pussy into Beverly's hairless pussy.
Releasing Beverly from between her legs, the 12-year-old asked meekly, can I try? Positioning herself on the large blanket, Marcia opened her legs. Beverly's oral skills were hit and miss, but unquestionably spirited, as she licked Marcia's pussy.
Closing her eyes at Beverly attended to her, Marcia knew that she would miss summer camp, and returning to her crowded home. Looking at the naked preteen between her legs, Marcia wondered if she would ever see Beverly again?
The two girls left their secluded forest spot the same way they had gotten there. This time, Beverly returned to the camp first, with Marcia behind her, after counting to 100 so that they wouldn't be seen together.
13-year-old Jan Brady was walking home after spending the day with friends at the public pool. The blossoming teen had enjoyed her summer thus far. With Marcia serving as a counselor at summer camp, she felt that for the last several weeks that she hadn't been living in her older sister's shadow.
Tennis instructor, Toni Collinson, had just completed a lesson, and was picking balls up from the court. The tennis courts were adjacent to the pool as part of a larger sports complex. Toni spied the tan, slender, bikinied body of Jan, and called out to her. Immodestly, Jan had chosen not to wear a coverup, and was holding a large beach towel in her hand while walking the short distance to her home. Hearing her name, Jan walked to the fence to speak to the tennis coach.
"Aren't you one of the Brady girls?" Toni asked. Jan smiled and nodded, happy not to be asked the usual question, "Are you Marcia Brady's sister?" Instead, Toni asked, "Are you the oldest?" Jan's budding breasts noticeably swelled at the compliment. Jan would be entering the 8th grade in the fall, and was delighted that Marcia would be off to high school.
Toni surveyed Jan's lithe, summer-tan body. The 13-year-old's boobs were already bigger than the average junior high school girl.
Not wanting the pretty, blonde teen to walk away, Toni struggled to make conversation. "So, how's your summer been?" Toni asked. "Bitchen', so far," Jan said genuinely. Jan well knew that her mother would have admonished her for using that word.
Toni had noticed that unlike most girls her age, Jan didn't seem the least bit self-conscious of young body. Looking again at the young girl, Toni surmised that she could bounce a quarter off of Jan's tan, flat stomach.
"Have you ever thought of taking tennis lesson?" Toni asked.
The End.
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