~It was Brandy who got the magical red panties after Cindy. She sent them to me, along with a letter about her experiences with them. That letter follows...~
Hey Girls,
What's up? By now you probably read Cindy's letter. Can you believe that? I couldn't. When I read what these panties brought to her, I couldn't wait to put them on. But let me start earlier.
I got to the soccer camp on a bright summer morning, and knew I was going to love the place. The girls here are so hot, it's not even funny. I could barely keep my eyes in my head. I was surrounded by tight asses in shorts and big tits in T-shirts. I knew with all these sports girls, there was bound to be a few bisexual girls like me. It didn't take long to find them.
My cabin was already full when I got to it. Just to set the tone, I busted in, did a somersault, and landed on my bunk bed. That got me cheers and whistles from the other girls, particularly one Japanese girl. She came up to my bunk, clapping and laughing. I could tell from the way she looked at my body that I had found a kindred spirit. I didn't mind the view either. She had long, shimmering black hair that ran down to her butt, cute almond-shaped eyes, and a slender body. She wasn't wearing a bra, so her tiny tits capped her T-shirt with the bumps of her nipples.
"Nice entrance," Keiko giggled. "You're not shy, I take it?"
I dragged my duffel bag off the bed and set it down at my feet. "Nope. Name's Brandy May."
"Keiko Abe." The girl sat down on the bunk next to me. "So what brought you here to camp?"
"My dream of being a pro soccer player. That and a burning desire for hot young pussy."
Keiko's mouth dropped open as she laughed. As you know, I'm not the shy type, so I just waited to see her reaction. Fortunately, it was the right one. Keiko glanced over her shoulder, then leaned close to me with a sparkle in her eye.
"Me, too," she whispered. "I wondered if you were a dyke."
I shrugged. "I play both sides. Call it what you will. So, it's been a long trip. I could use some downtime. Wanna go for a walk with me?"
Keiko seemed a little surprised by my forward nature, but she rallied and winked. "Thought you'd never ask."
I peeled the blanket off my bunk bed, folded it under my arm, and we left hand-in-hand. We walked across the camp, casually chatting. Keiko was from San Francisco, on her way to a college soccer scholarship. Her parents immigrated from Japan when she was young, making her first-generation. She had known she was bisexual since she was ten years old. I told her my story, a young girl with wealthy parents who loved sports more than shopping. We wandered past soccer fields, admiring the women, until we moved deeper into the trees and bushes of the forest. We got to a clearing, where Keiko abruptly put her arms around my waist and drew me into a kiss.
She murmured into my hungry lips, "We'll be safe here."
"You won't be safe from me." I pushed her away, relishing the look of disappointment that transformed into desire as I reached down and peeled off my T-shirt. I was glad I had worn my lacy white bra that day, and Keiko seemed to appreciate it.
She knelt and unfolded the blanket onto the grass. I reached down and took hold of Keiko's T-shirt collar. She bowed her head and let me pull the shirt off. Her cone-shoped tits took my breath away. The nipples poked upwards on the tips, practically begging me to suck on them, which I did. I dropped to my knees and clamped my mouth onto one of those juicy little buds. Keiko moaned into my ear as I suckled her. My hands reached back to stroke her hair. It was so soft and silky. She kissed the top of my head as I stroked her other tit. Her hands slipped along my back and unhooked my bra. The cool forest breezes caressing my body made my nipples even harder.
Keiko pushed my head back and kissed the top of my boobs. She moaned, "They're so beautiful. Are they real?"
"All natural." I giggled. "If they were fake, I would've made them bigger."
She laughed. We spent a few minutes stroking each other's boobs, watching the nipples pucker and swell. Keiko's moans grew deeper as I played with her. Her almond eyes closed, leaving her in a trance of pleasure. I could feel my pussy gliding over my soaked panties as I settled onto the blanket and pushed Keiko down onto her back. She smiled up at me as I ran my hands over the pale smooth skin of her stomach to the waist of her shorts. I unzipped it slowly to reveal a green G-string. I brushed my fingers over the crotch, making her stomach quiver, then peeled it away.
Her pussy was shaved smooth, exposing her pink lips, oozing a drop of wetness. It looked so juicy that I just had to lean down and run my tongue over it. Her hips bounced, pressing her netherlips into my face. I flicked my tongue up and down her tiny slit until the tip of her clit eased into view. From then, I just kept my tongue swirling over her clit, making her groan louder and louder.
"Oh Brandy," she moaned. "Oh, you're so good. I've never been eaten so good. Don't stop...yes...yes..."
I braced my hands under her tight little ass to push her hips up into my face and went to town. My tongue sank deeper into her until she squealed. I could hear a bird flutter out of the trees, startled by Keiko's noises. Keiko's hands kneaded my blonde hair, guiding my mouth over her depths.
She bucked her hips twice and moaned deeply from her gut. I could feel and taste her juices oozing out onto my tongue as she came on my face. I lapped up her cum, teasing her clit occasionally to make her squirt more. It was so sweet, I couldn't get enough. When she finally relaxed, Keiko leaned down and pulled me onto her small body. We kissed, exploring each other's mouths with our tongues, savoring the afterglow.
Only the crackling of leaves broke our embrace. Me and Keiko quickly gathered our clothes and rushed into the bushes. We huddled in the bushes, and I tugged on my panties while I peeked out of the branches.
A young African-American woman came out of the trees, tall with wide hips. Her hair was tied in a series of cornrows on the top and sides of her head. Her full lips dominated her whole face. Under her camp T-shirt, she had heavy tits that hung low and swayed like pendulums as she walked. When she turned to look around, the sight of her ass in shorts made my mouth water. You know how much I love a big ass, Maria, and this girl had junk in the trunk.
I leaned over to Keiko and whispered, "Who's that?"
Keiko zipped up her shorts as she whispered, "Tanya Jackson, one of the camp counselors."
I watched Tanya stride across the clearing on long, curvy legs, and almost moaned with desire. "Is she gay?"
"Beats me. She's new. I don't know her that well."
As she vanished into the trees, leaving only the after-image of her luscious ass in pink shorts, I whispered, "I want to get to know her. Really well."
It was a long week before I got the magic panties. I spent all my time at camp trying to seduce Tanya Jackson. Not that I had a shortage of other partners. By the second night, our cabin turned into a regular orgy. Soon after the lights went out, you could hear whispers, moans, giggles, and sighs of pleasure coming from the other bunk beds. Shadows moved in the darkness, feminine shapes crawling over each other, and the air turned heavy with the spicy odor of wet pussy. I enjoyed myself with Keiko Abe, but soon we included other girls in our games.
But even as I lay on Keiko's bunk, squirming around her fingers as they pumped inside my wetness, while another girl knelt over me with her mound smashed up against my tongue, I couldn't help thinking of Tanya.
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