Lake Side Meetup The sun shone through a cloudless sky, warming the beaches of a secret lake. The water, calm and clear, housed lily pads that hung delicately to the surface. Fish danced, and frogs sang heartily; wild and free. An otter lay nude on white sand, soaking up the mid-summer heat. She thought of her friend, her squirrel. Where could she have been? Not often would that little squirrel be late to meet her. Her mind wandered, thinking of that bushy, flickering tail; never ceasing in its excited movements. She sighed, pressing her large breasts deeper into the warm sand. She wouldn’t have to wait long, for a rustling announced a visitor. The otter snapped out of her daze, lifting her head to watch as her precious friend stumble out of the thicket. ‘Aley!’ The squirrel, much smaller than the otter, rushed over to greet her. A red-squirrel, young and innocent, only 8 years old. She wore short-cropped, black swimming trunks, her top, a t-shirt, white and unassuming. Aley could see those defined, little breasts through the tight fabric. They showed ever so slightly, a sign of a maturing, young girl. ‘Trissa!’ The otter hopped up to embrace her younger friend, pulling her into a tight hug, ‘I thought you weren’t going to make it!’ Her tail swished happily behind her, then, embarrassingly, it slapped against the sand; as it often would. ‘I couldn’t find my sunscreen!’ Trissa’s snout had found itself snug between Aley’s breasts. Her slightly wet fur clung to the squirrel, her nose filling with the strong scent of otter. ‘You could have borrowed some of mine, ya know?’ ‘Thanks, Aley! I’ll keep that in mind. Though, I could use some help putting mine on.’ Aley purred, pulling her younger friend ever so tighter into her chest. She rested her muzzle into the squirrel’s dirty-blonde hair, taking in her sweet scent. She sighed, regrettably pulling away from the much needed hug. ‘Mm, yes, I suppose you would!’ She giggled, patting her friend. ‘I have a towel for us to lounge on. Follow me, sweetie.’ Trissa had forgot she had said anything, but quickly stammered out a reply. ‘O-okay!’ Aley grabbed hold of Trissa’s hand, leading her down the beach. A large, rainbow beach towel, big enough for the two girls, lay spread out across the sand. They sat, Trissa’s bag to her side, her paws fishing around for the bottle of sunscreen. ‘I was told I have to put this everywhere.’ Trissa said, giving the bottle to her older friend. ‘I don’t really like it, but I might get into trouble if I don’t.’ Aley smiled, almost motherly. She opened the bottle, squirting a healthy amount into the palm of her hand. ‘We wouldn’t want those precious cheeks to get all burned up!’ As if to emphasis her point, Aley pinched Trissa’s cheek. ‘H-hey!!’ Trissa batted the teasing hand, rubbing her cheek indignantly. ‘That’s what my grandma always does...’ Aley barked out an otterly laugh, her rudder smacking the towel behind her. ‘Does she? Well, those cheeks are awfully hard to resist.’ She winked at her little charge, patting the spot in front of her. ‘I can’t put this stuff on you if you’re all the way over there.’ Trissa blushed, scooting herself over to her friend. She sat cross-legged, leaning closer to Aley, her face nearly back into those large breasts. ‘Like this?’ ‘That’s perfect.’ Trissa couldn’t help but watch as those brown-furred boobs jiggled and bounced. Those nipples, perky, darker than the fur, so inviting. She wanted to reach out and touch them, caress them, knead and suck. Aley had taught her to, said it was okay. It was part of growing up, she said. A familiar feeling spread throughout the little squirrel, her heart near racing. Her eyes wandered, downward, along that toned belly, those muscles so defined. Further, yet, spotting the rougher, thicker pubic fur. It did little to conceal the otter’s folds. Trissa’s breath caught, her face growing red hot. ‘You’re already flushed! We best get this on you.’ Aley smirked, knowing the squirrel had just got a good view of her most intimate of areas. But, she liked to tease. ‘Hold still!’ Trissa closed her eyes, trying to pretend like it was the sun that was creating the growing blush. She chittered softly when those soft fingers pressed into her cheeks. The cream, cold and fragrant, disappeared into her fur; much to the squirrel’s displeasure. Though, she held strong, letting the otter cover the rest of her face. ‘There!’ She dabbed a small bit of cream on Trissa’s nose, giggling as the squirrel sneezed and squeaked. ‘That should do it.’ Trissa, eager to be rid of the sunscreen, moved as if to get up, but was held down by the insistent otter. ‘Didn’t you say we needed to get it all over? We should do your back.’ Trissa’s nose twitched, her tail flicking wildly behind her. ‘Ugh! Fine. You’re just like my mom.’ Trissa huffed, sitting next to Aley. She shimmied backwards, her giant tail batting purposely into Aley’s face. ‘Hey! Watch where you swing that thing!’ She giggled, pushing it gently to the side. ‘I know you don’t want an itchy back again, you rogue.’ Aley helped the young squirrel out of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head, tossing it neatly to the side. The otter took a moment to admire that beautiful red fur, near orange in complexity. Soft to the touch, silky smooth to the point of perfection. The squirrel wore a small bikini top underneath, enough to cover her barely defined breasts. She would need a bra shortly, those perky little boobs will be the talk of her grade. Aley was incredibly proud. ‘Hmm, you’ll need to take your top off. Need to get everywhere, don’t I?’ Trissa flared up, her nose twitching, ears flicking. She did as the otter said, letting her top slide off. Her little breasts were quickly covered up by her impossibly fluffy tail. ‘Good girl...’ Aley practically purred, eyes wandering over that nearly naked squirrel of hers. Trissa, paranoid, as most squirrels tended to be, insistently scanned the beach. ‘It’s embarrassing! What if someone sees?’ ‘Hush, little squirrel. Just you and me.’ Any further complaints were immediately silenced by creamy paws. They rubbed and kneaded into that soft squirrel fluff. The little girl melted and chirped, squeaking happily. She almost forgot why she was worried at all. With such a loving otter to keep her safe. It reminded her of their first time together. The otter had been so bold, forward and loving. Aley’s thoughts were much the same, her massaging paws taking great care. The otter treated little Trissa just like her own daughter, but their closeness always sparked more. Her paws travelled lower, to the base of that bushy tail. She hovered above that pert, little butt. Rubbing in small, delicate circles. A growing heat between her legs clouded her mind, that familiar smell of squirrel pushing her to rub lower. Trissa squeaked! ‘A-Aley! That’s my butt...’ Aley leaned into the squirrel, breathing in as much of her as she could take. ‘Mmm, I know,’ That lovely scent, so young and squirrely. It never failed to arouse the otter. ‘Take your trunks off.’ Trissa gulped nervously, but did as she was told. She stood, her rump next to that lustful otter. Aley watched eagerly, near predatory when her squirrel bent over to pull her trunks away from her feet. That bare bottom, so smooth and soft, all for her. That short glimpse of that puffy, little pussy was enough to soak the otter. It was perfect. Pubic fur near nonexistent, those lips hugged together so delicately, with just enough pink between them. Trissa spun around, bashful, yet excited to be nude again. Her creamy, white belly meshed with red around her thighs. A small patch of red fuzz could barely be made out above that little slit of hers. She was growing up so quickly. ‘I got stronger since the last time we wrestled!’ Aley smirked, raising to stand a foot above the little girl. ‘You think you can beat an older girl already?’ She rubbed the squirrel’s dirty-blonde hair, stealing another peek at those teasing, little breasts. She failed to see the squirrel smile deviously. ‘I can if I attack first!’ She pounced! Pushing Aley back down into the soft sand. ‘Haha! I got you now, Aley!’ Aley barked out a laugh, tumbling and rolling with her little friend. She went easy on the squirrel, letting her get the upper paw. Such intimacy wasn’t lost on the otter, their closeness, scents mingling, breasts pressing together. The otter was already dreadfully slick, her arousal blatant. It was almost too much for her to bear, she needed more, needed release. Worse, yet, when Trissa accidentally grazed her sensitive folds. She gasped aloud! A bark of pleasure. ‘Y-yeah, you’ve definitely got stronger. I might have to give up...’ Trissa giggled, thinking she had finally beaten her older friend. ‘I knew I could beat you!’ Aley rolled onto her belly, panting heavily. Her rudder-like tail laying between her legs. Trissa found herself sitting upon the back of the otter’s thick thighs, her little pussy pressing into that silky fur. Aley muffled a moan, clasping a paw across her muzzle. Trissa, a panting mess, had picked up a sweet scent. Familiar, musky, smelled of otter. A hint of harsh sweetness, pleasing, intoxicating. She followed the scent, down to that muscular tail. She took in a large breath, her tongue lolling, cheeks red hot. ‘O-oh...’ Aley quickly caught on, moving her tail out of the way to tease her little squirrel. She smiled, knowing the intense affect she was having the young squirrel. Trissa, drunk on growing lust, pressed her muzzle into the source of the scent. Aley gasped! Moaning without reserve as her squirrel pressed up against her tailhole. Trissa sniffed eagerly, taking in all she could of the rough scent. Her paws moved to those lovely cheeks, spreading the otter. Aley had told her she could touch her all she wanted, when she wanted. She loved her ass the most, she didn’t know why. The smell, divine, mixed with otter nectar. A very welcome pressure had begun to make itself known. Urges, as she was told. Brought about by love and lust. She knew it was love, all for her otter. She proved it by dragging her tongue across the otter’s tight rim. Curious and adventurous, Trissa brought her hand down between her own legs. Her kitty, as she called it, heated and wet. She could hardly contain the need, the urge to touch. Her fingers brushed up against her clit, making her moan hotly into Aley’s ass. She pulled away, panting heavily, tongue lolling. Saliva dripped from her tongue, a long strand bridging the gap between her and that well licked hole. Aley watched with growing pride. The squirrel had been worked up something fierce, the otter much the same. Aley’s pussy ached, soaked and desperate to cum. She needed that eager squirrel muzzle pressed deep against her folds. The squirrel, however, was down for the count. A panting, wiggling mess, her fingers working her wet folds, just as Aley had taught her. ‘A-Aley! T-that feeling is back...’ Aley ignored her own needs, moving to embrace her young friend. ‘Lay on your back, little squirrel. Let me take care of you.’ She helped her to the warm sand, planting several wet kisses across Trissa’s rosey cheeks. The squirrel panted uncontrollably, hot and unbearable. Aley pulled the squirrel’s hand away from her little cunny. Aley’s fingers pressed against those soaked, little folds. They hugged tightly to her fingers, barely spreading enough to see inside. ‘Such a good little girl...’ Aley whispered, her hot breath tickling Trissa’s ear. The squirrel moaned again, moving her muzzle to connect with Aley’s. The young girl shivered and shuddered, overtaken by carnal pleasure. Aley pushed deeper into the kiss, their tongues meeting for a brief battle of dominance, easily won by the invading otter. The squirrel was close, desperately so. Her heart thumped restlessly, tail wiggling and flicking. The otter teased her, holding back just enough to keep the little girl on edge. She practically wailed! Chittering and chirping, begging for release. Aley, devious in nature, brought her tail to Trissa’s delicate, little flower. The tip, tapered and sleek, pressed against those young folds; barely, ever so gently, making it inside. The squirrel’s eyes widened, seeing stars as that tail pushed inside. She struggled to take any considerable amount of the length, bottoming out quickly. She shuddered and yipped, her little hips shaking. Her cries were silenced by the otter, their lips locked together. Aley held her steady, slowly, agonizingly, enough to make the squirrel shiver with new found pleasure. She was spread, wider than ever before. Her virginity, gone, belonging to the otter. Aley broke the kiss, watching the squirrel struggle with the new mixture of pain and pleasure. ‘You’re mine, now and forever.’ She pushed back in, spreading that tiny cunny. Trissa moaned! Arching her back, claws digging into the sand. Aley purred, feeling every inch of that squeezing little girl. Those walls, so slick and soft, clamping down so eagerly, wanting nothing more than to cum. ‘A-Aley! I’m gonna...’ ‘Shh, let it happen...’ Aley braced the squirrel, working her underage folds to a spasming orgasm. The squirrel chirped! Barking and squeaking, her body shuddering wildly, held down by the much stronger otter. Her young pussy, barely able to take the length, drenched the otter’s hand. Her hot cum splattered and pooled, her body shivering with unparalleled pleasure. She gasped for breath, panting heavily, her back arching, tail flickering. ‘A-aley! Ah! Mmf!’ ‘Good girl...’ Aley stroked the squirrel’s soft head, encouraging her to ride the last of her orgasm. The otter lay gentle kisses across those orange cheeks, taking in as much of the little girl’s scent as she could. She pulled her tail, very slowly, feeling those tight walls hug down on her, begging for it to stay inside. It slipped out with a wet slick, leaving that young pussy gaped and dripping. ‘You smell wonderful, cutie...’ Aley pulled Trissa’s lips to her own, locking them together in a passionate display of love. Trissa squeaked, quickly melting into the kiss. Aley had taught her how to kiss. It was innocent at first, gentle pecks, teasing and playful taunting. Then, they would share their first real kiss, and it felt much like this; orgasmic, her stomach fluttering. Their kiss would break, saliva bridging the gap between them. They stared into each other’s eyes, Trissa resting her head upon the otter’s breasts. ‘I’m feeling dizzy. Can we have a nap?’ Trissa snuggled deeper into those pillow like boobs, almost asleep by the time Aley could answer. ‘Of course, little one. We’ll go for a swim when you wake.’ She smooched Trissa’s forehead, caressing that soft, red fur, till the squirrel was sound asleep.