"Ummmmm," she moaned, "I sure needed this."

Linda's bush was a smaller, neater triangle of copper curls. She parted the furry lips and exposed the small erect bud of her clit. The rosy lump was visibly throbbing. She set the tip of her index finger against the moist button and began to rub. As pleasure ripped through her belly, she moaned softly, hoarsely.

"Ohhhhh, that's so good," she sighed.

Chris' muff was the smallest of the three, a springy puff of glossy brown fur. She ground her palm against the furry curls, massaging the pouting mound beneath. Slowly she eased her hand lower till she was rubbing her clit in a circular motion.

While her friends used just one finger to frig their clits, Chris used her whole palm.

"Chris, do you always have to be different?" Linda giggled, glancing over at her friend.

"Feels best this way to me," Chris moaned. "Ooooo, yeah, does that ever feel great."

The three friends weren't the least bit shy with each other. They lay side by side on their beach towels, legs spread wide, moaning and frigging their hot little clits. They'd been doing it this way for years, ever since their days at the convent school when they'd also shared a room together. They'd wait for the nun on night duty to lock them in, and then they'd just frig themselves like crazy.

Now with the same lack of shame they lay in the hot sun, stark naked and eagerly rubbing their juicy little joy buttons. Soon their fingers were sticky with gushing cunt juice, and their pretty faces were flushed pink with arousal. They rubbed their clits faster and faster, moaning and squealing as they felt the hot pleasure jolting through their pussies.