At first the young girl pretended the noise she heard was nothing but the wind rushing through the tall pines outside the cabin. At the age of fourteen, she considered herself too old to be frightened by a few stray sounds in the dark. But she couldn't keep herself from ducking her head under the cover and burrowing her turned-up nose under the pillow. She pressed her adolescent breasts into the smooth sheet and hugged one arm across her trim midriff for comfort. The light scuffling sound came again, closer this time, and she drew the lengths of her slim thighs up under the covers until her rounded knees were tight against the hardened tips of her small brown nipples. She lay in a ball in the middle of the unfamiliar bed and felt her heart trip faster and faster. She had to admit now that the noise wasn't coming from outside the cabin at all.
Suddenly she heard a girl's voice whisper to her from out of the darkness. "Claire! Claire, are you awake? Don't be scared, it's just me. I slipped down to your cubicle barefoot so no one would hear me. Be real quiet and I'll slip under the covers with you," said the mysterious intruder.
Claire froze when she recognized who it was. It had to be Dana, the cute blonde two years her senior, the girl who had shared Claire's bus seat with her on the long ride through the forests to the campgrounds. She lay stiff as a poker, hoping the older girl would think she was asleep and go away.
"Claire," persisted Dana, "come on, wake up. Did you think I was kidding when I told you I'd sneak to your bed tonight? If it's Miss Kressler you're worried about, forget it! She turned out the lights in her cabin over two hours ago. I would have come to see you a long time ago if it hadn't been for Sally and Lynda. I thought they'd never shut up and go to sleep so I could sneak down the hall past their cubicles without them hearing me."
Claire kept her mouth tightly closed. The thought of Sally or Lynda or any of the members of Campfire Girls, Troop 73, catching Dana in her bed, was simply awful. She'd had no idea Dana was serious earlier that day. Somewhere, Claire had once heard, there were supposed to be girls who did things with other girls. She could hardly believe it, but Dana must be one of them.
But the bold sixteen-year-old took Claire's silence in a way the inexperienced young girl never intended. Instead of leaving, she sat down on the edge of her bed. It was clear she wasn't about to go away. Claire felt the covers raise along her side and realized she was about to have a bed partner whether she wanted one or not. She was glad her back was turned to Dana because her face was red as a beet from embarrassment. At home her folks always made her wear a nightgown or pajamas to bed, but she had celebrated the freedom of her first night at camp by taking off everything except the panties she had been wearing under her dark green Campfire Girls' uniform.
"Oh, a heavy sleeper, huh?" she heard Dana whisper to herself. "Then you're about to wake up in a very groovy way."
Claire knew it was too late to do anything except continue her act. If she jumped up or started talking to her, one of the other girls was bound to wake up and hear them. How would she explain Dana being in her cubicle? And if Miss Kressler ever found out, she was certain she would be in big trouble.
She felt the sudden warmth of Dana's body against her back and felt a bead of sweat on her upper lip at the thought of what seemed about to happen to her. Pretending to be asleep had backfired on her. If Dana found out she was awake, she'd simply think that Claire had wanted her in bed but had been too shy to answer.
Dana rubbed her hand up and down Claire's back a few times and Claire hoped it might not go any further. Then she felt the older girl's hand cross her ribs and begin softly caressing her flat stomach. Slowly, carefully, Dana traced her fingertips around and around her navel, then reached upward. Claire was very aware of the fact that she'd left her brassiere off because she soon sensed Dana's warm fingers at the very base of her naked breast. First she kept her own arm folded stiffly across her nipples, but then relaxed it and allowed Dana to touch her there too. She was afraid she'd let her know she wasn't really asleep if she kept it in place.
"Come on, love, wake up," Dana purred into her ear. "I love the feel of your titties, but don't you want to feel me up too, like I'm doing you?"
Claire felt the blood rush to her face at the thought of putting her hands on Dana's breasts. She certainly had a pair, that was for sure. She remembered how well the older girl had filled out the sweater she'd been wearing in the bus and how she could tell they were naked underneath because of the way her two nipples poked out against the fabric. Her own weren't nearly as big as Dana's, she knew, but they were still growing and she knew they were plenty big for her age from the way the boys all looked down her blouse whenever they got half a chance.
She rolled onto her back and emitted what she hoped would sound like grumbling sleep noises to Dana. The movement pushed Dana away a few inches and made her fall off Claire's exposed breasts for an instant. She meant to make her think she was fast asleep and was being disturbed, but it didn't work.
Dana giggled to herself and whispered, "Beginning to feel good, isn't it? I bet you've let yourself get so hot you need a little action somewhere else, huh? You like the way I'm milking that titty of yours and it's getting your twat all hot for some finger fucking, right? I bet you're having a wet dream… if you're asleep, that is."
Claire flinched at the words "finger fucking" because she wasn't used to hearing such language. But what really got to her was Dana's hint that she was awake. Was it possible shed known the truth all along? Claire's mind was in a whirl. Dana was doing things to her she thought were terrible, yet a new feeling was beginning to flow through her young frame – a sensation of lazy torpor that frightened her. Her muscles were no longer taut, she was relaxed in spite of herself, and Dana's bold caresses were starting to affect her in a funny way. She had to admit it. She was liking the forbidden contact of the older girl's hands on her naked breasts and stomach.
Gosh, she thought, could it be… could it be that I'm queer? I know I shouldn't be letting her do stuff like this to me, but – but it feel's as good as when a boy does it.
Claire was a virgin and her petting experience was limited to the two or three times she'd let a boy achieve a fleeting touch of her maturing young breasts. But she had certainly entertained thoughts of what it would be like to have a boy massage her there for a long time, or maybe even slip his hand between her legs and touch her there. And a girl, not a boy, was actually performing the acts.
Dana rose above Claire and looked at her half-naked form in the moonlight that came through a high window. The younger girl's eyes were tightly closed – a little too tightly, perhaps – but her sensual lips were parted. The twin peaks of her small breasts rose white and snowy on her chest and a thick mantle of black, curly hair covered, the pillow and reached down over her softly rounded shoulders.
"Okay, love," she whispered, "I don't care if you're asleep or not as long as you lie there and let me work on you. I'd love to have you feel me up like I'm doing to you, but you don't have to. You're so cute. I'm going to give you lots of love whether I get any back or not."
Claire was only slightly relieved. She was still very nervous about the way Dana was making her feel and hoped no one would ever find out about them. She promised herself that just this once she'd lie still and let Dana do what she wanted. She squinted one eye open ever so slightly and was able to see the blonde teenager above her. She was propped up on one elbow and smiling. Her hair hung straight down and was long enough to almost reach her nipples. Claire saw that Dana was still wearing a loose robe that opened all the way down the front. As she ran her hand slowly down Claire's naked stomach toward the waistband of her panties, she saw that only the skimpy robe covered her. She could easily see the girl's round, fully packed mammaries. And between her thighs, sprouted an abundant mass of brownish-blonde curls. Claire had never seen the naked crotch of any girl except those of her own age or younger, and the fullness of Dana's pubic growth fascinated her completely.
Then she saw Dana shrug off her loose-fitting robe and let her full breasts jut out in all their glory. At the same time she saw her slip a hand under the top of her panties and lower her blonde head downward toward her. She closed her eyes quickly to keep from being discovered. Her heart beat faster as the older girl lowered herself. Claire thought she was about to be kissed on the lips, but instead she felt Dana's hair brush her exposed breasts and seconds later the girl's mouth was firmly kissing her upturned little mounds.
Claire almost swooned from the surprise of having another person's mouth on her breasts. She gasped out loud and knew there was no use pretending to be asleep anymore. She had given herself away. Dana placed her wet, open lips first on one nipple and then on the other as Claire squirmed beneath her from the pleasure of it. She felt the girl's hand slip on into her panties and then fingers playing in the curly black muff of her loins. Dana's blonde hair swung back and forth and her lips made a delicate sucking noise as she mouthed the tips of the younger girl's firm, milk-smooth little mounds.
"I thought you were awake!" whispered Dana. "You're just like I was before I ever did anything with a girl, I bet. You love the way it feels but you think it's nasty. Don't worry, I won't tell if you won't. And I promise you you're gonna…" she interrupted herself for a deep breath between mouthings of Claire's breasts, "… you're gonna get your jollies from it, too! Know what I mean?"
Claire had masturbated plenty of times before but she had never let anyone else do it to her. From her own efforts she had been able to reach climax ever since she was about twelve and she now was being offered the secret delight by someone else.
"Ummmm… sure," she answered. It was the first time she had spoken to Dana. "Sure I know what you mean. Gee… I-I've never done anything like this before but it feels so good I ummmm… I know you can make me do it!"
Dana was so hot she was dying to have her own body touched. She lowered herself against Claire's nakedness and let the younger girl's thick black hair cover her face as she rubbed cheeks. She took Claire's hand and placed it on the damp swelling of one of her large breasts. At first Claire just left it still, but then Dana pushed her fingers through the black pubic hair all the way to her virginal red lips, and Claire was moved to grasp the proffered breast with joy. She felt the older girl's fingers busily toying with the pouting secret lips at the center of her thighs.
"Oh, wow… you're really… ummmm, you're making my pussy feel terrific!" she whispered to Dana. If she had been less aroused it would have shocked her to hear the word "pussy", much less to say it herself to another girl. But Dana's soft, feminine fingers were making her so excited she didn't know what to do.
"You sure are wet," Dana told her. "I bet your cunt was getting wet from the time I sneaked into your bed, wasn't, it? Boy, wait 'til I get you nice and slick down there and then spread your legs and get ready to have a nice sweet come!"
Claire didn't answer her question. Her mind was on something else. She was squeezing and releasing Dana's fat breast and rubbing her fingertips gingerly across the girl's taut nipple.
"You sure do have a nice pair," she ventured shyly, complimenting Dana. "They're so groovy. I'd never wear a bra if mine were that nice. Hope mine are this swell when I'm your age."
She was amazing herself with her own comments. She knew she was saying things she wouldn't dream of saying normally. As Dana worked away between her legs, she grew more and more excited. She knew very well what was loosening her mouth to say dirty words and she wanted more of it from the older girl. She put both of her hands on Dana's breasts and milked them slowly toward the nipples.
"Oh… go ahead, Dana, do anything you want to. Put your finger in and ream my pussy out good if you want to. I've never been fucked by a boy so I'm still tight there, but I'll spread my legs and let you in as far as I can. Oh… oh, never mind, just keep doing what you're doing now. Wow, it's great when you finger me and make me all wet like that."
Dana wrapped her legs around slender thighs and calves that were covered with sweat from the new thrill she was giving the younger girl. She plastered the damp, blondish junction of her thighs against the side of Claire's jutting hipbone and began masturbating herself by hunching against it while she kept up the manual stimulation of Claire's wet organs.
"Ungh… ungh," she moaned in Claire's ear, "that's the way, let me dry fuck you like this and I can get my jollies while I give you the business with my fingers."
But Claire wasn't the only girl who heard Dana's words. The two teenagers were still whispering all right, but in their excitement it was more of a stage whisper. The cubicle adjacent to Claire's was occupied by a dark-eyed, twelve-year-old girl of Mexican extraction named Rosa. At the height of her passion, Dana made little squealing noises that awakened Rosa. She misunderstood what was going on, so Dana was able to make it back to her own cubicle without being discovered. But the next morning at the long wooden breakfast table where all the girls ate together, Rosa made a remark about being awakened in the middle of the night by "some girls fighting".
Claire and Dana exchanged a quick glance and then averted their eyes. No one else had heard them, so they were safe… for this time. But the matter was carefully noted by the troop leader, as well as the girls.
Afterward, Claire was scared. "Do you think Miss Kressler suspected anything from what Rosa said?" she asked Dana.
"No, don't worry. I don't think she even paid any attention to what she said. Even if she did, she probably just thought a couple of us were having a pillow fight or something," answered Dana.
But she was very wrong. As soon as Vera Kressler assigned her young charges to their morning chores, she returned alone to her cabin. She made sure the door was locked before stripping off her clothes and stepping under a hot shower. Rosa's comment was still very much on her mind – but for a reason that would have shocked every one of the Campfire Girls under her guidance. When Vera had applied for the summer job as troop leader for the Campfire Girls, there was a very important fact about her personal life that she took great pains to keep secret. The administrators who hired Vera would have been outraged if they had known the truth about her – that for all of her healthy good looks and winning personality, Vera Kressler was a bi-sexual. She engaged in sex with members of either gender, and had done so ever since her youth.
At twenty-six, Vera was still young, of course. But since the girls in Troop 73 ranged in age from sixteen down to nine, they all thought of her as being much older.
She stepped from the shower and admired her body in the steamy mirror. She smiled at herself, pleased with the reflection of her own nakedness. Her long blonde hair appeared much darker than it really was because of the water. Rivulets of moisture ran down her sides and over the swelling curves of her lush breasts and buttocks. She was a beautifully proportioned woman, with long slender legs and blue eyes. Back when girls had worn brassieres, her size had been 38C, so she wasn't skinny by anyone's standards – yet her waist was so small people always turned to look at her as she passed by. The combination gave her a very sexy walk which just came naturally. And, equally natural for Vera was her attractiveness to men – not to mention other girls, from time to time.
She was quite sure that young Rosa had overheard something other than a fight the night before. And for the first time it dawned on her that perhaps some of her girls just might have homosexual tendencies. Vera had honestly taken the job as Campfire Girl troop leader to earn extra money during the summer, and for no other reason. If it was sex she was after, she told herself, there was plenty waiting for her back in the city. Even though she enjoyed making love to other girls, kids only nine to sixteen years of age were too young to interest her, she had always believed. But kids seemed to grow up awfully fast these days. She'd noticed that Dana, the sixteen-year-old, sported a well-developed figure as shapely as plenty of women in their twenties. And as far as firmness went, the girl had undoubtedly had them beat.
For the first three days things went on smoothly. But then something happened that Vera hadn't counted on. She had a wet dream one night and woke up with her hand between her legs. The dark blonde bush of hair between her legs was damp as a sponge. Her pubes were still quaking from the after-effects.
This is ridiculous, she thought to herself, I haven't come off in a dream like that since I was too young to get regular fucking. It's a lot harder than I thought it would be. Then on even though no one was around to see. The details of the dream assailed her and recalled that naked young girls no older than those in her troop played a very prominent role in it. Their identities had been hazy. But the sensual picture of one youngster lying half naked in her arms was quite memorable. Before Vera was able to rise that morning, she treated herself to a long, slow bout of masturbation that ended in a blessed rush of warm relief for her excited organs. It had been months and months since she'd had the need to accommodate herself with her own hands, but the dream she'd had seemed to make it absolutely vital that she do so.
She showered slowly, ending up with a brace of cold water to further quell any leftover physical desire, then joined the girls. Being from a large city, Troop 73 was made up of girls of every description – tall, short, slim, chubby, quiet, extroverted – and there were even a few young black girls and one Oriental.
It was Lynda, a fifteen-year-old black girl, who presented Vera with her next problem. It should have been quite simple, but in the back of Vera's mind now was the dream she'd had, the dream in which she had actually been sexually involved with one of her teenage charges. Lynda had cut her leg on a sharp rock as she jumped across a small creek and it was Vera's duty, of course, to treat the wound. Although it was not deep, it was bad enough to require a light dressing.
Cold water quickly washed off her shin, but then Vera realized a bit of blood was still coming from underneath Lynda's Campfire Girls' skirt. She knelt on the floor in front of the girl and dabbed at the thin trickle that ran down from somewhere underneath the skirt.
"Can you get to it, Miss Kressler? Need me to raise my skirt some so you can see better?" asked Lynda.
Vera had already noticed that being close to the girl's naked legs was having an effect on her. "Seeing better" up the attractive teenager's lithe black leg was exactly what she didn't need – but she had to attend to the injury. "Uh – yes, Lynda. You better raise the hem of your skirt a bit so I can get to it," she answered finally.
This is strictly in the line of duty, she told herself, as the young girl revealed several inches of her smooth, chocolate-colored thigh. This is a medical necessity and it's my job to handle it. There's… nothing personal about…
Lynda interrupted her thoughts. "Ooooo, that stuff sure does sting a lot," she exclaimed. "Hope it don't hurt like that when you get up higher."
Vera saw that although the shallow laceration was confined to her shin and thigh, had scratch marks went still higher. She switched an oil-base antiseptic for the alcohol she'd been using and soon Lynda said, "Oh, that's a lot better. Thanks. Here, let me get all the way out of my skirt."
Vera immediately wished the girl hadn't been so ready to reveal what was underneath her clothes but it was too late now. She automatically turned her head away as Lynda stood up from the bed and unbuttoned the waistband. When the garment slid off the girl's slender long legs and left her standing with it in rumpled pile at her shoe tops, Vera had to steel herself. The girl was certainly no child, that was for sure. Her cheap white cotton panties were distended in front by a gracefully contoured hillock. Vera found herself thinking of what a soft, abundant growth of pubic coils must responsible for the bulge. In addition, Lynda's buttocks jutted prominently outward in the saucy angle that seems exclusive to the Negro race. Her dark green shirt covered her torso, but it was obvious to Vera that the fifteen-year-old already possessed enough honest filling for her brassiere to qualify as an adult.
"I think you'd better lie down, Lynda," began Vera, with a trace of nervousness in her voice. She massaged the antiseptic into the silken skin of Lynda's upper thighs and when she reached the topmost scratches she kept right on going. There was no response from the girl to dissuade her. When her fingers were barely an inch from the crotch of her underpants, Lynda half raised herself and said, "Wow! Did I go and scratch myself all the way up by my snatch?"
No sooner were the words out of her mouth than Lynda clapped a hand over her mouth and began apologizing for using such language. Vera was quick and firm with her answer.
"Don't be embarrassed, I can see you're quite old enough to use words like that. After all, it's not as though you'd said it in front of a boy. I know all about what's underneath your panties, Lynda. Why shouldn't I – I'm a girl too, I have the same equipment you do."
Lynda seemed dumbfounded at the unexpected camaraderie, but she was also delighted by it. "Yeah, if I said something like that in front of a boy, it'd probably get him all hot."
Even as she finished the sentence, Vera was already boldly pressing her fingers all around the crotch of the girl's underwear. She no longer made a pretense of applying antiseptic. She knew very well that the girt was beginning to enjoy her manipulations but didn't want to give evidence of the feeling. She thrust her thumb and forefinger under the skin-tight leg-band of the thin panties and at last touched the wonderful muff of springy coils.
"And if a boy got hot around you, I bet he'd just love to do this to you, wouldn't he?" posed Vera.
Lynda raised her head from the bed and her eyes were large. At first Vera was fearful she'd jump up from the bed but she soon saw that her authority and confidence was putting Lynda at ease.
"Ye-yes, ma'am, I… I guess he would love to feel me up some like that," the girl replied. Then she giggled and said she sure hoped what Vera was doing to her was okay. A warm smile from the woman convinced her to relax and enjoy it. Vera was now down on her knees beside the edge of the bed and Lynda's long legs were stretched shamelessly apart right in front of her.
The girl giggled again and said, "Any boy that got to see what you're seeing would want to do more, too. A lot more!"
"Boys aren't the only ones that can make a girl come off, you know," said Vera. Her face was flushed now, and the funny way she was looking at her made Lynda want to be closer still to the blonde woman. "Girls can make other girls come off, too, you know. If the girl has a sweet, fat cunt between her legs like the one you've got there. Swear to me you won't breathe a word of this to any of the other girls and I'll show you what I mean," Vera continued.
"Gosh," wheezed the young girl, as she felt her panties being tugged off her pelvis, "you got me feeling so groovy I'm all flustered. 'Course I won't tell anybody. Think I'm stupid? She-e-e-it, Miss Kressler, you've got my snatch so hot I sure don't want you to stop now!"
Vera drew the white cotton panties off over Lynda's trim black ankles and stared hungrily at the wet, curly junction of her lithe thighs. One part of her mind was shamed at the idea of her taking advantage of one of the girls in her charge – willing or not. But in another area of her excited brain, the woman couldn't wait to receive the girl's nakedness against her own and to have at last some relief from the hot desire that cried out deep inside.
She shot a hand up underneath the girl's top and felt the fabric cup of her brassiere bursting with the fullness of her young breasts. She unbuttoned the top all the way down and exposed to view the teenager's entire torso. The wonderful contrast of the clean white brassiere against Lynda's smooth black skin sent a pang of desire through Vera's loins and she could hardly wait to get the girl completely naked.
"Why are you wearing a bra, hon?" she asked, as she felt underneath her back for the catch.
"Don't you remember? They make all us girls big enough to have anything on our chest wear the darned old things as part of our uniform." Lynda petulantly answered. "I sure don't wear one at school or on the street."
"You're definitely big enough to need one, honey," said Vera, "but for the moment I think we'll just have to suspend the rule in your case!"
She became frustrated with the catch and yanked the intimate article off her torso with a quick jerk. The young girl's incredibly firm breasts sprang into the open with a burst of dark loveliness that spurred Vera to respond in kind. She snatched her own blouse off and rose from the floor to the bed.
"Jesus, but you've got a sweet pair there, honey!" she exclaimed. "Tits like yours deserve some company and I'm going to give you plenty. Here, let me put my tits against yours and hug you… aaah, that's the way."
"Lordy," squealed Lynda. "I never had another set of knockers up against mine like that. She-e-eit, that feels good. You're really nice built under your shirt, Miss Kressler."
Vera was highly stimulated by the way the girl was staring down at the rich bounty of her breasts. It occurred to her that maybe Lynda had never seen rosy, pink-tipped nipples of a Caucasian girl before. Whatever the reason for her interest, it was greatly appreciated.
"Forget the 'Miss Kressler' bit for now, sugar," she chided, "any chick as pretty and hot for it as you are can call me by my first name."
Lynda looked aside through half-closed eyelids at Vera's fair-skinned, naked torso. She squirmed on the bed to allow Vera better access to the newly damp hollow between her thighs, all the while taking covert glances at the woman's exposed breasts and stomach. Vera greedily accepted the girl's obviously growing interest in her by offering still more for her to see.
"Don't be bashful, hon," she said, "look all you want to. I guess maybe you've never seen a naked white girl this close up, huh? Don't we make a pretty sight with your cute little black nipples socked up against my tits like this? Here, I want you to get a good look at my cunt, too. Skin my panties off like yours are and I'll show you what a crotchful of blonde cunt hair looks like."
Lynda grinned widely and put her hand below. She stripped the garment off and hesitatingly placed her fingertips on Vera's flat stomach just above the border of her pubic hair. Vera hugged her close and kissed her on the neck to egg the girl on. She nodded her head downward toward Lynda's organs, where her hand was busily manipulating the soft, dark-skinned flesh. Droplets of sweat had already sprung up on the girl's forehead but when she saw that Vera wanted her to reciprocate, a rash of moisture broke out all across her shoulders and on the smooth surfaces of her lovely breasts. Then she plunged her fingers into the luxuriant blonde curls and saw Vera's lips part as she gasped from the pleasure of it.
"Oh God, honey, go ahead and frig me. I'm so horny from going without it, I was going crazy. I didn't know a chick as young as you could turn me on but I'm finding out fast!" exclaimed Vera.
She was delighted with the way the girl had taken to the example of her perverted love. Lynda started rocking her pelvis back and forth in slow, sensuous movements against the bed. She put an arm around Vera and bugged tight. Their damp breasts slid past each other and Vera felt the thrill of Lynda's taut nipples pushing into her soft flesh.
The girl had at first just been exploring in the cleft of Vera's hairy groin, but now she found the flushed red lips at the center and slipped her fingers inside. Vera shuddered at the touch and dropped her lips from the girl's neck and shoulders down to her pert ebony breasts.
"Whew!" Lynda gasped. "Your snatch is wet as mine, isn't it? I never had my hand in no other girl's before."
Vera grazed her full lips across Lynda's soft skin and came to light on a hard little nipple. She ran her tongue around the delectable point of flesh a few times and felt the girl shiver and hug her tighter, against it. She pushed her fingers all the way into her vagina 'til she reached a thin membrane there, then stopped abruptly. She raised her lips from Lynda's breasts long enough to speak.
"You're still a virgin, aren't you? I thought some boy would have managed to fuck you by now," she said.
"No, indeed," replied Lynda, "I don't want to get pregnant. I've let some fool around a little but I've never let one dick me yet. Fifteen's old enough to fuck but I haven't done it?"
A new thrill ran through Vera's body. The teenager's virginity excited her. It wouldn't be enough to just have her fingers on the chocolate lips of Lynda's warm, moist genitals. Vera had always had an enthusiasm for oral love and somehow the girl's physical virginity made her especially keen for it now. She knew she could have gotten her more aroused in slow stages by working her lips from her breasts gradually down the region of her desire, but she couldn't wait. It had been so long since Vera had enjoyed sex that her body cried out for the most obscene acts. She darted her face to Lynda's and kissed her firmly on the mouth, then hugged her tightly and put her lips to the girl's ear.
"Honey, maybe you've never had a cock inside you yet," she whispered, "but you're sure going to have a tongue in there. Right now, too. Spread wide, I'm going to eat your sweet snatch out good and proper for you!"
"You what? You gonna put your mouth on me?" interjected Lynda. "Wait now – wait a sec."
But it was too late. Vera's thick blonde hair was already spread out all over the girl's lap and she could feel her hot breath at the entrance of her virginal canal. She'd heard of the act and she naturally had qualms about it. Her reticence didn't last long. As soon as she felt the woman's lips on the naked surfaces of her outer genitals, a hot wave engulfed her pelvis and flowed through her entire young body. Almost automatically, it seemed, her slender thighs swung widely apart and she flopped flat on her back.
"Ungh… ungh… oooh," she moaned. She started to speak, but the pleasure was too great for her to be coherent. "Whatsa… oh, Lordy… I'm ooh… your tongue…"
Vera put her hands on the damp inner surfaces of the girl's slim, dusky thighs and pressed her open mouth over the wet, springy black curls at the junction. She darted her tongue inside the fresh, tender flesh underneath, then brought it out and worried her mouth around all over the thick mat of hair. Her lips made little smacking noises as she opened and closed them. A hair lodged between her teeth and she spat it out. The humid whoosh of her breath sent a hot thrill through Lynda's genitals and caused her to hunch forward, her buttocks moving and straining against Vera's face.
From time to time Vera raised her head just high enough to witness the girl's passionate facial expressions, then dropped down again to her wet organs and rubbed her face there with complete abandon. She gently chewed her silky, moist outer lips and the wet aroma of Lynda's excited organs filled her nose. She got to her knees and kept her head low between the girl's legs. She poked her nose into the fleshy hollow and continued nibbling on her vaginal lips as the stimulating scent of the teenager's juices wafted into her nose.
Lynda was delirious. She worked her buttocks up and down on the bed slowly to the rhythm of Vera's oral manipulations and flailed her arms in the air. One of her hands came in contact with Vera's head and she ran her fingers through the thick blondness, on past her face, and down to her swollen breast. She gripped the tip tightly and Vera felt the girl's fingers dig into her soft flesh and her turgid nipple pop into the palm.
I'm dying to have her mouth on me, Vera thought to herself, but I'm so fucking hot, I can come off anyway. She took one hand away from Lynda's thigh and pressed it between her own legs. When Lynda had touched her there a few minutes before, the sensation had been beautiful. But she loved mouth action so much that now she'd rather keep her lips on the girl's sex and masturbate herself, rather than change positions at such a crucial time. She fingered the folds of her own vulva, and continued pushing her nose and lips into Lynda's at the same time. Finally she worked her fingers along the walls of her organs 'til she came to the turgid bump at the top, then gave it all her attention. She had to be careful because she was so excited that an orgasm was imminent. She wanted to stave it off and draw the last ounce of pleasure from the feeling before allowing it to flower to its peak.
Vera ran her wet tongue around and around the swollen walls of the young black girl's organs and masturbated herself below at the same time. She had been thrusting her nose and tongue rather deeply inside Lynda's sex, but now she concentrated on the outer lips. When Lynda began rolling from side to side and squeezing her slim thighs around Vera's head, she at last moved her tongue along the moist rim of her genitals to the small bud of the girl's clitoris. The tiny organ gleamed slick and wet from between her tender, flushed lips and when her tongue touched it, she felt Lynda begin to move her hips faster.
The girl was moaning now and Vera was sure she was about to reach climax. She speeded up her hand in her own organs and kept touching Lynda's clitoris with the end of her tongue. First she only used the tip of it on the delicate, sensitive spot, but then she applied more of it. Finally she was licking the tiny organ with the fleshy, red surface of her entire tongue. Lynda hunched her pelvis for ward faster and faster.
"Go on, honey," whispered Vera, "get your sweets now!" Her words were barely intelligible since her mouth was plastered tightly between Lynda's legs, but there was no doubt she got the idea.
Lynda tossed herself back and forth on the bed and her full young breasts jiggled heavily on her chest. The sweat was pouring down her stomach and she was opening and closing her mouth in ecstasy. She felt heat flood her excited organs with a new swell of passion. Vera couldn't take any more and the girl's erotic movements stimulated her to a quick, flashing orgasm. Lynda felt the vibration of Vera's groans against her tender orifice, then she knew her own climax was almost at hand. She grunted and surrendered herself to the delicious sensation. Her clitoris was on fire and it seemed like everything between her legs was melting in a wonderful wet beat. When the peak of her orgasm came, she cried out and fell back onto the bed in a satisfied heap.
She lay next to Vera and both girls breathed hard and fast until a feeling of gentle lassitude settled over them. After a few minutes of quiet rest, Vera was surprised to feel the young girl's hand on her breast. She kneaded its firm flesh, then moved toward the blonde curls between her legs.
But Vera knew they had been alone too long inside the cabin. She didn't want to arouse any suspicion among the other girls. She slapped Lynda playfully on the buttocks and told her to put her clothes on. Miraculously, the bandage on her leg still endured. After swearing her to secrecy again, Vera sent her back to the girl's dormitory cabin and took a refreshing shower.
When Lynda entered the cabin, Dana called her. "Hey, it sure took you long enough over there. We thought your leg must be broke or something."
Lynda was a little nervous but managed to keep it from showing. She gave an indifferent answer and went into her cubicle. Dana followed her inside and spoke to her in a low voice.
"Hey, guess what I got? Some pictures. I been waiting for you to come back so I could show you. Want to see?" she said.
She spread out several black and white photos on Lynda's bed but before Lynda could see what they were, Dana said, "You gotta promise not to tell I brought these with me. I could get in big trouble for having these at camp."
Lynda promised she would. Both girls gave a start when someone suddenly entered, but Dana breathed a sigh of relief when she saw who it was.
"It's okay, Lynda," she said. "Claire knows about them. She can stay, but nobody else. We're the oldest girls here, remember. I think these pictures are too hot for the younger girls. Besides, they'd probably get scared and tattle to Miss Kressler."
Claire said, "Wait'll you see, Lynda. They show all kinds of people doing things naked together."
But none of the girls knew that two pictures had been dropped and that young Rosa had found them. She couldn't believe her eyes when she saw what they were. She scooped them up and dashed straight to Vera Kressler's cabin with them. But just before she knocked, she saw through the window that her troop leader was not alone. There was a man with her, and she'd thought no one but girls were allowed at the camp. She stood on tip toes and looked inside. What she saw made her take another look at the pictures she carried.
"Gosh," she gasped excitedly, "what's he doing to Miss Kressler? They… they look like the man and woman in this picture."
But Vera had heard her feet on the porch. Before she could leave, the door opened and Rosa looked up to see her troop leader standing there with a housecoat hastily thrown around her shoulders. Her hair was mussed up.
"What are you doing here at this time of the night, Rosa?" she said crossly. "And what's that in your hand?"
Rosa, who was thinking about what she had just seen through the window, stood trembling before her with no idea what she should do. Then the man appeared at the door behind Vera. "What's going on?" he asked. "Let the kid in if she needs to see you, Vera. I'm decent."
"You may be," said Vera, "but these pictures sure aren't! Look at what this kid's got in her hand." Vera snatched them away from her, then yanked Rosa inside and shut the door. "Where did you get these filthy things, Rosa?" she demanded.
But when the man saw the pictures, he had a different reaction. Before Rosa could open her mouth, he looked down at the twelve-year-old and said, "Hell, Vera, what difference does it make where she got them? Any young chick with a fistful of pictures like these is welcome anytime."
Vera looked at the man incredulously. "Frank," she hissed, "Rosa's just a kid. Stay out of this."
But he continued to stare down at the girl. She became embarrassed when she saw that the man was gazing directly at the tiny mounds that pushed out from her chest. Embarrassed and a little afraid.