Getting Off on the Rocks

by Diane The first time I saw someone masturbate was about twenty years ago when I was around eleven years old. I have replayed that experience many times while my hand got me off, and thought you'd like to hear about it. Arleen and I were out in a large patch of woods not far from our neighborhood near a stream, just exploring like we had countless other times.We made our way over a series of boulders near the streams rapids, when suddenly just below us about ten feet I saw a young girl squatting as if to pee. Arleen and I ducked back down, and started to laugh, but evidently we weren't heard due to the sound from the rapids. We carefully made our way down by the other side to see if we could see who it was. I peered around carefully to see if the girl was still there. My heart started racing at what I saw. It was Carol, a girl that lived just down the road from me. She was a grade above me in school so I'd have to say she was around 15 or so. She was always so prim and proper, and here she was out in the woods not peeing like I had originally thought, but playing with herself!! I ducked back behind the rock and let Arleen take a look. Arleen took so long watching that I had to manuver myself just under her arm so I could watch as well. I felt my pussy get wet as I could see Carol rubbing franticly at her rosey swollen slit. Suddenly we hear a crashing noise and ducked behind the rock. Evidently a tree limb had fallen, and after a minute or so I carefully peered around the rock again. Carol was standing and looking over a rock that was by her side opposite us about chest high. She looked around a little more to be sure that no one was around, then sat back on her jeans near the waters edge and started rubbing her clit somemore. Arleen and I both watched spell bound as Carol worked herself into an explosive orgasm. As she came, she pushed her pussy out and pulled up hard on her clit. I saw her look down at her dark red clit and whine like she was crying. Arleen wanted to jump out from behind the rock and and confront little miss conceit and embarrass the hell out of her. I pulled at her arm trying to keep her back, but she broke loose from me. Carol let out a scream when she saw Arleen, jumped up and started to put on her jean shorts. She was mad as hell at Arleen and started yelling at her until I came out from behind the rock as well. Arleen grabbed Carol by the arm as she tried to climb over the rock next to her to leave, and told her that we were going to tell everyone what we saw if she doesn't stop trying to get away. Carol stopped and stood there glaring at Arleen. She was still breathless from her orgasm and her face was beet red. After a bit of talk, Arleen convinced Carol that with two witnesses spreading it around about her masturbating in the woods, life could become quite miserable for her. Then she told her what she would have to do to keep our silence. She had to show us her pussy. At first she refused and got even madder for being in this situation but then she gave in. Slowly she lowered her pants and panties and gave us a nice shot of her glowing pink pussy. There was a light tuff of red hair at the top that I hadn't noticed before, and the smell of her slit drove me wild. Arleen and I both got up close for a good look and after about a minute she started to pull her pants up. Arleen then insisted that she show us her clit. Carol reluctantly pulled herself open, revealing a swollen red knob that glissened in the sun. I could feel my pussy throb and my clit swell just at the sight of her worked up clit. Carol flinched a bit, for it was still very sensitive to the point where the breeze was too much for her. Then Arleen shocked me when she told Carol that she had to come again and that we'd join her. To that Carol bent down and grabbing a few of her things climbed over the rock and disappeared, all the while screaming that we were totally F----ked up. Arleen and I laughed. We never did tell anyone ....until now. And Arleen and I did do it together a couple times that summer. Someday I might share it with you.