Mrs. Beaver's Treasure Trove
by tannim
June 29, 2011

	The young beaver listened to his mother as she walked.  The clinking noises she made with every step were fun.  He loved her jewelry, it was all so pretty to see as well as to listen too.  She was pretty too of course, especially wearing her favorite wicker hat.

	His mother wore a lot of jewelry.  A lovely blue-ish jewel hung on a cord around her neck with two other necklaces under it.  There were two thick gold rings around each wrists.  A pretty gold ear ring.  There were even two gold ankle bracelets.  It was the chains running up from those ankle bracelets to her very visible vulva that he liked most.  They was also the most embarrassing for him.

	His mother pat his head proudly as they walked along the park.  He hoped they wouldn't run into anybody they knew, but he could already see Franklyn and his parents both up ahead at their picnic blanket.  The young beaver knew he shouldn't have given her the new jewel, she just loved showing off too much.

	"Mom, do we have to do this?" The boy asked with flushed cheeks.

	"Of course, dear.  If you have nice things you should share them with your friends!" Mrs. Beaver crouched to hug him, the chains making a pretty clinking noise as they rested on the sidewalk. "Besides, It's too pretty to keep to myself.  Oh Mrs. Turtle!  How are you tonight?"

	"I'm quite fine, thank you, Mrs. Beaver.  Are you two out for a picnic too?" The motherly turtle smiled. "You may join us if you like, I think we have enough."

	"Hey, Beaver, what's up?" Franklyn's eyes followed the boy's and then stayed locked on the older beaver's bare groin as he whispered. "Wow..."

	"This mother's day my son got me a lovely new jewel to match the one on my necklace." The beaver played with the one around her neck as she took a seat. "I'm still getting used to the new one, it's about four times heavier than my last one down there."

	"Down there?" Franklyn's parents finally let themselves look down at the other woman's well pierce vulva.

	Mrs. Beaver's vaginal lips were sagging slightly  downward from her cunt   as she lay back to expose herself proudly.  Both gold chains tugged at the three gold rings in each outer pussy lip with a set of links running out from the center ring to each of the other two rings in the top and bottom of each dark black flap.  Her far more moist and quite pink inner lips also each had three more gold rings in them.

	They were positioned very much like the other sets in the top, middle and bottom of the inner labia.  None of them had any chains connecting to them, but they still made the lips stretch a bit when standing upright.  Above them, a thin gold ring through her clitoral shaft, was decorated with an inch long jewel.

	Her thick beaver tail flicked as though trying to draw the turtle's attention to the dark black ring just an inch or so away from her pussy.  It was very visible nestled in the woman's light brown belly and pubic fur.  She always thought the black of her anus contrasted nicely with the pink and blue and gold of her vaginal mound.

	"Isn't it just a gorgeous sapphire?" Mrs. Beaver stroked it lovingly then tilted her head to smile at the other couple.  She spread her legs a bit wider so the chains own weight pulled her outer lips apart.  Her moist pussy gaped slowly, strands of pussy juice connecting one side to the other briefly, and soon her sex had a pleasant breeze wafting inside it.  The turtles could see all the way down her vaginal tunnel to the tulip ring of her cervix.  "Would you like to feel the sapphire?  It's got such a nice sheen to it.  He really chose a good one.  Look at how the colors match just right!"

	"MOM! No!  Please don't..." Her son tried to get her attention by tugging on her leg and shoulder, but it didn't help any as she ignored him and kept on smiling.

	"MY! It, um... certainly is quite large for... down there." Mrs. Turtle tried to think of something polite to say.  She couldn't imagine the weight of a stone on THAT part of her body let alone the rings and chains.  When she noticed her husband already crouching down for a better look she frowned.  It was far too late to politely stop him though since the woman HAD offered. "You don't have to tug it, Dear."

	"Mrs. Beaver, this is a very fine jewel.  There's quite a bit of weight here." Mr. Turtle twisted it gently and enjoyed knowing his wife was watching.

	There was a good bit of moisture on the jewel.  Moisture from the woman's sex.  He couldn't stop himself from rubbing the slick cunt lube from it entirely with the excuse of polishing it.  Lifting it up, he exposed the cute dot of her urethra as well as tugging on her clit again.

	The beaver's pussy lips thickened as he gave the jewel a very close inspection on the underside too.  Her clit swelled and more moisture made her sex shine in the abundant sunshine.  Franklyn crouched next to his father and touched it too.

	He had to fight the older male's fingers a bit before his dad let go, but Mrs. Beaver didn't seem to mind the twisting and tugging on her pleasure button.  The way her cunt engorged with arousal kept even Mrs. Turtle quiet.  Instead of calling Franklyn away from the woman, she just stood and watched in amazement.

	"Mom... can we go now?" The little beaver tugged her her arm again but she didn't move.

	"No, not yet... you boys can tug it a little more firmly if you like." Her breathing was heavy and her voice rather husky.  She didn't want them to stop for more than just enjoying showing her lovely treasure trove off. "We can go home... when the Turtles are finished, Sweety.  Your friend... Unnn... seems to be enjoying himself."

	The young beaver looked over to Franklyn just as the other boy snuck a grope to the black fleshed anal ring.  All Mrs. Beaver's son could do was hang his head in embarrassment and a hint of jealousy.  He would have loved to explore her down there in private but not out in public with his friend and his friend's family!

	Mrs. Turtle coughed to get her husband's attention and Mr. turtle snuck a quick grope over Mrs. Beaver's welcoming vulva before he pulled away.  When he noticed the strand of clear pussy cream running from his hand to the Beaver's very aroused sex he looked a bit sheepish.  His wife frowned a bit at it but said nothing.

	"Franklyn, dear, I think the food is getting a bit... WARM.  Perhaps we should eat it before it spoils." She was rather annoyed that Franklyn was still down there happily clinking the pussy rings together.

	"That's ok, Mom.  I already ate my sandwiches." He sounded rather distracted and the subtle movement of his left hand between his own legs suggested why. "Uh, you can go ahead and eat though!"

	"Why Mrs. Turtle, I do think your son has a healthy interest in jewelry.  If he'd like, he's welcome to come back home with me. I have some other rings and chains and necklaces for my treasure trove that I'd love to show him." Mrs. Beaver thumped her tail on the ground when the younger turtle pulled on her left labia chain. "Unf, Good material, isn't it Franklyn?"

	"Yes! I mean, I'd love to see the rest, Mrs. Beaver!"

	"Can I see it too, Mom?" Her son bushed his tail back and forth on the ground.

	"You've already seen it all, haven't you?"

	He hugged her. "Yeah, but you always say... it's more show off for a group than for a single person."

	Mrs. Beaver laughed and climbed to her feet.  With Mrs. Turtle looking distinctly disapproving, she guided both boys off.  It was indeed more fun to show off to a group, especially when they were very handsome and oh so eager to show off themselves.