DEBBIE AT THE MAGIC KINGDOM
Written by Anonymous Bob, on 2018-10-19, genre masturbation
Debbie Benson made her way quickly down the stone stairway under the sign marked WOMEN near the border between the French and the Mexican "lands" at Florida's Magic Kingdom theme park and was thrilled that she seemed to have the facility all to herself.
On this day, like most for the frisky fourteen-year-old, Debbie found the pressures that slowly built within her trim young belly once again driving her to do what normally would have been unthinkable to the otherwise quite proper young lady.
Only a year ago the thought that she'd ever even consider the possibility of masturbating herself to orgasm in a public rest room would have been totally beyond belief to the cute little minx. But oh, what a difference a chance encounter between an innocent finger and a fresh virgin clit in a hot, soapy bubble bath could make for a girl!
The feeling of that single slick digit against her own suddenly erect and twitching clit had first intrigued Debbie, then a few moments later had sent her lithe teenage body bucking up from the steamy waters of her bath as she erupted with the very first orgasm of her young life.
For a healthy girl of Debbie's age the hunger is quickly ignited, and from that day forth for the year that followed scarcely a twenty-four-hour period went buy without a sweet, wrenching girl-cum at her own increasingly nimble fingers.
On this hot July day, however, due to uncontrollable circumstances -- and some bad planning -- Debbie Benson had not been able to give herself her daily dose of solitary sex thrills.
She had known very well the night before that her parents would be taking her to the Magic Kingdom for a day of boring kiddie rides -- for which Debbie considered herself now much too mature -- and she had given herself three or four sweaty orgasms in a row before allowing herself to fall asleep in the tangled, dampened sheets of her bed the night before, hoping that with another quick frig in the morning before breakfast she'd be capable of getting through the long day without her cunt getting too achy with the need for more.
But her parents had awakened Debbie a full hour earlier than she'd had planned, announcing that they'd all have breakfast together once they's reached the park itself. So an early morning cum had been out of the question, and she'd had only enough time for a quick shower -- with no frig time in there either -- before she was hustled into the family station wagon and the day's activities had begun.
There had followed the expected boring itinerary of ride after ride, most of which seemed to move at the thrilling speed of about three miles per hour! It was nearly unendurable for the cute young girl. And that was _before_ her Debbie Benson's young teenage cunt had begun to pulse, beginning to demanding the attentions it had now become so expectantly accustomed to.
That had been at about two in the afternoon. Debbie had been standing between her parents at the curb of the park's "Main Street U.S.A.", watching as the daily parade of loud marching bands, colorful floats and a menagerie of costumed "cartoon" characters made its way by to the delight of the roaring crowd, when suddenly the feeling hit her.
It was like a small, insistent itch down there in the musky sweetness of her little virgin snatch, an itch that Debbie knew very well would soon begin to grow and that would not be going away unless chased away by her own little fingers.
Debbie began to shift about uncomfortably on her feet, making her small, taut young behind, clad in a girlish pair of clingy satin hot-pants, hitch first to one side, then the other in a subtle dance that a careful observer might well had noticed even in the sanitary innocence of the fairy tale world of the Magic Kingdom.
She could feel the swelling of the sensitive tissues down there as well, the twin sets of cunt-lips flushing no doubt to a rich, ripe pinkness beneath the snugness of the tight-fitting silk panties beneath.
Debbie suddenly wished she'd chosen cotton panties instead of silk when she'd hurriedly dressed that morning; when her pussy arousal finally reached the moistening point, there would be very little lying between her and her drippy hot flesh and the thin satin of her shorts. She'd wet herself down there in less than a minute.
And as if this thought itself had been enough to trigger exactly what had been worrying her, Debbie Benson now felt the slow, subtle separation of her inner pussy lips and with it the warm flow of lubrication began to seep down from the excited young cunt channel they guarded.
Debbie knew she had to act fast, and only one idea presented itself. Everyone in the park was out here watching the parade. It was the high point of the day, apart from the late night fireworks display at closing time, and surely no one would miss it by taking a rest room break. So Debbie was reasonably certain she'd have about fifteen minutes or so with a ladies' rest room to herself. And from the way her little teenage cunt was now percolating, fifteen minutes of finger-time was all she'd need.
With some difficulty she managed to get her mom's attention, and shouted in her ear above the crowd noise and music from a passing marching band playing a song about a "small world" of some kind that she had to make a bathroom run.
And so here she now was, slipping shakily into a stall at the rest room's far end, locking herself in, and almost tearing at the buttons of her red satin hot-pants.
The girl was practically whimpering with need by then, as she peeled shorts and panties down her tanned, coltish teenage thighs. The red satin and wisp of blue silk puddled about her sneakered feet as she sat down, knees fanning wide and two hands going instantly to the little brown patch of close-trimmed fur and the wetly pulsing pink slit that lay nestled within.
"Mmmmmmm," she moaned low, as she began the quick, sweet ritual circling of finger around clit, circles that would run faster and faster until she felt her belly explode in orgasm.
But at that moment a sound made Debbie freeze the motion on her hand. Someone else had entered the rest room. "Dammit," Debbie thought silently, guessing that her plans for relief were about to be spoiled.
Debbie tried to hold her previously panting breath as she heard the stranger enter the stall right next to her own, close the door and flip down the latch. "Well, maybe whoever it is will be quick, and I can get on with business after they're gone," she thought to herself. "There might still be time."
She could hear down through the stone passageway that the parade was still going strong in the streets up above, so perhaps there was still some hope. Her poor little pussy was practically crying with girl-cream, wet, slippery tears of disappointment and longing for the promised orgasmic release.
The next sound Debbie heard from the neighboring cubicle made all these thoughts scatter from her head instantly. Quite clearly from the next stall Debbie Benson began to hear the unmistakable sounds of girlish masturbation!
There was the rapid snicking sound of wet fingers whipping up an equally wet clit, soon accompanied by the high, whining, whimpering keen of a girl beginning the long climb toward orgasm.
Time seemed to stand still now for Debbie as she listened intently as the girl next door frigged herself faster and faster, her little moans soon punctuated by sharp gasps of excitement as her passions began to threaten at an almost painful breaking point.
And something amazing began to happen. Debbie Benson began to do likewise. There was something undeniably insistent in the erotic voyeurism of this moment, and Debbie simply could not restrain herself. There was no thought involved. She simply could not listen to this other unknown female bring herself the orgasm that Debbie herself so painfully craved without sharing the moment by masturbating herself as well.
No doubt the stranger next door was now aware that she, too, was not in there alone, but apparently it was too late for her to withdraw now as well.
Within a moment or two, both females were gasping and crying quite openly as they began their final rush towards bliss.
Then, finally, two high female voices joined in a sharp, primal, harmonious, echoing cry -- nearly a scream -- as both felt the exquisite rush of a wrenching, whirling, devastating orgasm, two bare behinds wriggling and twisting on their seats as their clits pulsed and their cunts gushed against fingers that continued to whip on the sweet, incredible, dizzying feeling for all they were worth.
Then... all was silent.
Young Debbie sat gasping and panting, tears of pleasure trickling from her eyes. She heard mush the same from her sister female in the neighboring stall.
Then she heard the soft rustle of clothing, followed by the unlatching and opening of the stall's door. The other girl was leaving.
Suddenly, Debbie simply had to see the girl who had just shared her most intimate pleasures, and vise versa. She quickly wiped away the rich residue of her passions, yanked up her shorts and panties and swung open to door to her own stall in time to catch the unknown stranger while she was still busy at one of the wash stands.
Debbie was astounded to meet the frightened, still cum-dazed crystal blue eyes of a girl even younger than herself. Twelve or thirteen, she estimated.
The girl looked at Debbie with those wide, faun-like eyes for a long moment. Then the eyes dropped and the girl was hurrying out through the rest room door, her golden blonde ponytail abounce and her small, tight-looking behind wriggling attractively beneath the pair of short blue culottes she wore.
Debbie, now alone again, stepped to the wash stands herself, thinking of the mysteries of young womanhood, common to all of her sex and tender age, wondering how may of her sisters out across the world had been working loose the sweet, primal thrills of a private, self-induced orgasm at the very same moment she and the little blue-eyed blonde had done.
She also wondered if there was a way she could slip away from her parents and back to the ladies' rest room when the Magic Kingdom's fireworks display began that night, and whether she'd see the little blonde again there as well.
- the end -
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