Vera's eyes burned with anger as she saw an expression of shameless lust flush through Frank's face. It was suddenly clear to her that he saw the youngster not simply as an innocent twelve year old, but as a sex object. The way his gaze was fastened on Rosa's small, barely pubescent breasts left no doubt about his interest. And, worse still, Vera realized that his staring was beginning to make the girl very uncomfortable. She couldn't have Rosa running back to the other girls with stories. She quickly stepped between them and sought to break the spell. She shoved the pictures in front of Rosa's face and shook her forefinger at the top one.
"Don't pay any attention to this lout, honey," she told Rosa, "he's just a dirty old man. What I want to know is where you got hold of these filthy pictures!"
But when Rosa didn't answer, she saw that her attention was still riveted on Frank's greasy smile.
"Don't mind him," she repeated, "he's just the man who delivers the provisions. He's going to be gone soon as he unloads the things be brought up from town and we won't have to see his ugly face around here."
"Oh, yeah," chortled Frank. "You didn't think my face was so ugly when I was going to work on those tits of yours a few minutes ago."
Vera jabbed him in the ribs and scowled. She looked back to Rosa and demanded, "Come on now, where'd you get these awful photographs?"
"Th-they're not mine," Rosa exclaimed. "I… I saw Diane drop them. She doesn't know I found them. She was showing some to Claire last night and when Lynda came in a few minutes ago, they both started showing them to her. When… when I saw what kind of pictures they were, I ran over here with them."
It was bad enough that Rosa had come just when Vera was starting to let Frank have the run of her body. Now she was reminded of Lynda, and how the girl's black nakedness had been pressed against her just a short time ago.
"Diane and Claire, hmmm?" she mused. "And they were showing more like this to Lynda? Well, I'll just have to have a long talk with those little ladies. You shouldn't have seen these, Rosa. You shouldn't have seen them at all. But you did right by bringing them to me. These are… are awful things for a young girl to see."
Frank was craning his head over Vera's shoulder. "Hell, Vera, the one on top just shows a guy going down on a girl. What's wrong with that? This kid maybe hasn't done it yet, but I'll bet my ass she's thought about what it'd be like. Haven't you, sweetheart?"
Rosa flushed red all the way from her forehead down into her brief night clothes, but her naturally olive complexion almost completely obscured the reaction. She thought about the quick glance she'd taken through the window before Miss Kressler opened the door. She hadn't quite seen everything but she'd certainly seen enough to know something awfully funny was going on between her troop leader and the brash, lecherous delivery truck man. She was glad the woman stood between them. The way he was looking at her was nasty, she thought, more the way a man would look at a woman his own age. Before she was forced to answer his question, Vera interceded once more in Rosa's behalf.
"Frank! Will you please shut your damned foul mouth for one second before I…" she began. But Frank stopped her.
"Before you what, baby?" he hissed into her ear as he clutched her arm and drew her close. "I may look dumb, but I know what the score is. Anybody ever finds out about you letting me into your cabin and putting the make on you, you'll get fired from this job so fast it'll make your head swim. You were so hot you were about to beg me to sock the meat to you before this kid came along. Now that she's here, I aim to let her in on some of the action. You know fucking well she'll never tell – now cool it and let me handle things."
It pained Vera to go along with him, but she knew he was right. Her job was far more important than a few dirty pictures some precocious Campfire Girl had obviously smuggled into the place. She felt that her earlier sex bout with Lynda should have been enough to satisfy her. But she was bisexual, not simply homosexual. So when Frank had unexpectedly presented himself at her cabin, she had been downright greedy about wanting more sex. Now she was sorry had let herself be swayed so much – because of it, Frank was able to use her excess of desire against her by blackmailing her.
He directed his attentions again on young Rosa, this time with Vera's reluctant cooperation. He sat on the couch and pulled the Mexican adolescent to his side. Her eyes were as big as saucers. He made her show him all the pictures one at a time. Vera told her it was all right, that Frank was a friend of hers and that she shouldn't allow the misunderstanding to matter. He put his arm around Rosa's shoulders and pulled Vera down by his other side.
She loved the feel of his thick arm around her shoulders but when she saw that he was fingering the collar of the youngster's clothes, she got a little worried.
"Your troop leader here can take care of the girl who brought these shots to camp," he said to Rosa. "Right now, let's just took at them, huh? Wow, look how this chick is giving head to that stud. Looks like she's about to swallow him alive, doesn't it?"
Rosa squirmed. She knew he wanted an answer from her but she was too upset to talk. And Miss Kressler wasn't doing a thing to keep the nasty man from pushing his attentions on her. His fingers weighed on her thin flighty collar like a brick and she could tell by the way he was moving them around that he wanted to do a lot more. Every time she caught Miss Kressler's eye, all she received was a guarded look of approval. Rosa wondered if she'd made a mistake by coming to her with the pictures at all.
Frank wasn't wasting any time. He went on through the pictures until he came to one that show two women with one man. "Look at that one," he pointed with relish, "those two chicks are really getting loved up. One's got her mouth full of his prick and he's eating out the other one's snatch. Bet you didn't know three people could do things together, did you, kid?"
She licked her lips and he could see the sweat on her face. "I… never have seen anything like this. It's awfully nasty, if you ask me. Maybe some of the older girls know about things like that but I'm too young," she meekly answered.
"We'll fix that damn quick, won't we, Vera?" he said. "You're plenty old enough to know about stuff like this, kid. Them two little knockers trying to push through there proves that. Vera and I will show you all about it. When we get through getting those clothes off you, you'll find put it isn't a bit nasty like you think. Here, let me show you what I mean."
With no warning whatsoever, he gripped the collar of her skimpy nighty and pulled it off her body. She wore no bra at all. After all, she had been ready for bed when she left the girls' dorm cabin. But she was wearing panties. It was only seconds before he had his hands on her waist and then she looked down to see them being drawn off her legs and onto the floor.
Rosa twisted her olive-skinned nakedness this way and that in attempt to cover her bared secrets. She'd never had a man see so much of her young body before and she was extremely embarrassed about her appearance under Frank's intense gaze. She looked to Vera for support but was surprised to find the woman didn't respond.
"Vera, will you tell her to cool it? She's acting like I was trying to rape her or something. Hell, all I'm going to do is just fool around with her some and show her how to have fun like in these pictures," Frank said.
Then he turned back to Rosa. "Come on, sugar," he leered, "don't try to make us think this is the first time you ever showed that naked little cunt of yours to anybody. Maybe no one my age has seen it, but I bet plenty of the boys in your class at school have. Shit, you ought to be proud of it – that's quite a little muff you got there for a chick only twelve years old."
Vera was still a little nervous about what she was allowing the man to do to her young charge, but spoke up in Frank's support anyway.
"Don't be scared, Rosa," she said slowly, beginning to gain control of herself. "You're… you're old enough now to learn a few new things about life. What Frank wants to show you won't hurt at all. In fact, it'll feel really great."
Frank nodded his head eagerly. He pinched Vera on the butt to indicate his pleasure at her help.
"Here's what she's talking about, Rosa," he said. He dropped his hand from her shoulder and the youngster felt his huge hand fall over her small breast. She felt his warm palm grow sweaty as it touched the tip of her virginal nipple. To her surprise and embarrassment, she felt the sensitive nipple harden like she'd seen it do on cold mornings. But she knew this was different, far from having anything to do with the weather. In spite of her discomfort at being naked in front of a stranger for the first time in her life, she realized that the touch of his palm on her bare nipple felt very good.
Being a female, Vera could tell how Rosa was feeling. She knew she'd been very seared at first but was now beginning to accept the situation. If the girl had panicked, she didn't know what she would have done. "That's the way, honey. See what I mean? Feels good to have someone touch you there, doesn't it?" she encouraged Rosa.
It made the youngster nervous to have Frank keep talking about what he thought she'd done with boys, but he kept it up. Not a bit of it was true, Rosa knew, but she had to admit to herself that she had thought some about what such things would be like when she got old enough. The way Miss Kressler and this man were acting with her, she was old enough to do some of the nasty things she'd heard about.
"Ha!" exclaimed Frank, with a low laugh. "Don't worry, Vera, she's liking it all right. You… ought to feel how hard this little nip got when I put my hand on it."
Then he added, "Oh, beg your pardon. Didn't mean to make out like you were queer. Guess it wouldn't do much good for you to feel how hard her nipple is, would it?"
Since Frank had just met Vera, he had no idea that she was aroused by other females – even though one only twelve years old was too young to have any effect on her. Or was it? Vera found herself looking long and thoroughly over the Mexican girl's nakedness. Being up here at this damned camp with no loving has already got me so horny that I was hot for a fifteen year old earlier tonight, she thought to herself as she pictured black young Lynda. I'll be dammed if I sink low enough to get a wet cunt over a little, twelve year old.
But Frank wasn't troubled by any pangs of conscience over Rosa's youthful age. He turned her around toward him on the couch, keeping one hand firmly on her barely pubescent breast and feeling all over her stomach and ribs with the other. She dropped her head so she wouldn't have to meet his gaze while he toyed with her. The things he was doing had begun to make her a little warm and fluttery, and she couldn't stand to have him know it. He was getting flushed in the face and his eyes were looking a little crazy. Once he started putting his hands on her stomach and ribs, it wasn't long before he continued lower. She tried desperately to cross her legs so he wouldn't be able to touch the nakedness of her thighs and groin but it was almost impossible to do.
"Shit, honey, don't try to cover that thing up," he admonished. "If you think it felt good to have me feel up your tit – and I know it did, you little minx – just wait 'til I get busy on this cute little honey pot between your legs!"
Vera was now sitting almost behind. Frank, since he'd turned toward Rosa on the couch and made her face him. She felt left out. After all, they had been just about ready to make love when Rosa knocked at the door with the pictures. She craned her head around his shoulder and found just what she expected. A big hard lump was sticking up underneath the front of his pants. It further irritated her to know that Rosa, and not her, was causing it. She felt herself get damp and itchy between her legs at the thought of getting the clothes off that lump so she could see the stiff rod of flesh that caused it. She leaned forward and put her chin on his shoulder from behind, then boldly reached around his waist and put her hand on his fly.
He was so busy with Rosa he didn't yet feel her hand in his lap at all. All he knew was that she was leaning on him, looking over his shoulder. He made little pinching, tickling motions all around Rosa's groin, and finally touched the sparse but coal-black curls between her legs.
"Look at that, Vera," he said, "she's just barely got enough fleece down there to keep her warm. She don't have to worry about keeping that little pussy warm, though. I'm going to have her spunk flowing like she never dreamed?"
Vera pretended at first that her total excitement resulted from Frank, but as she watched him manipulate the young girl's organs she soon was forced to admit the truth. Twelve years old or not, the kid was definitely affecting her. The sight of the tender, scantily haired mound being fingered right in front of her face was too much. She was getting too hot to stay out of action.
"Frank," she whispered huskily into his ear, "there's another cunt here that needs some attention, you know. You big lout – have you entirely forgotten what we were about to do when the kid came to the door? How can you keep fooling with the virgin pussy of a twelve year old when there's a woman's cunt hungry for loving? She's too young to know what to do with a man's prick anyway."
Then Vera flagrantly unzipped his fly. His big red organ flopped out of his pants and scared Rosa half to death. She jumped back and looked down at the throbbing thing as though it were a wild animal about to bite her.
"Cool' it, kid," Frank soothed. "Your pussy's way too small to take me on. I just want to give you a good going over with my fingers and stuff like that. It's Vera here that's going to get fucked. And you're going to get to watch, sweety. Who knows – if you're good, I might be tempted to give you a nice mouth job."
Vera grinned lasciviously. Her confidence was back now that she knew she'd get what she needed. She grabbed his hardened organ and ran her fingers up and down the strong shaft.
"You're getting more than you bargained for, aren't you Rosa? You came to show me those dirty pictures and now you're about to get an eyeful of the real thing. As long as you keep your mouth shut – don't you ever tell a soul about this – I'll let you watch us. I never would have even thought of letting any of you girls see anything like this, but to tell you the truth you came at a perfect time. Now that you're here, you can just stay – I need a man between my legs so bad I can't stand to be this close without getting the whole shot."
For the first time in a long while, the young girl spoke.
"I won't tell," she said quickly.
Vera could see the girl wasn't merely going along with things. Now she was obviously interested. She had begun by shyly opening her thighs wider so Frank could play with her better. Finally she had acquired an expression on her face that left no doubt about how much she liked the feel of his fingers on her genitals.
"I thought you were beginning to dig it, honey," Vera said to her. "Don't be bashful. Look as much as you want to… I know just how you feel. Remember, I was your age once – and I can remember just dying to have a boy's hands up my dress. If I could have spied on anybody getting fucked, I would have jumped at the chance. And we're going to show you. We're going to let you watch every thing."
"Gosh," Rosa gushed, "I know it's nasty to do things like this. I never have before. But I just love… I just love…"
Frank saw she was too bashful to spit out the words, so he interrupted her.
"You mean you love having your little twat fingered? That what you mean?" he pressed. "You like this? And this?" As he spoke, he twiddled his fingertips on the soft freshness of her exposed organs and then changed to pushing his forefinger all the way into the tight slit and drawing it slowly out.
"Y-y-yes," she blurted, "yes, yes!"
Vera was still running her hand up and down his penis. As she watched him manipulate Rosa's sex, she scooted as close to him as she could get, and began rubbing herself against the swell of his muscular hip bone.
"Come on, Vera," said Frank. "Quit teasing yourself like that and go ahead and strip off your panties. I know damned well you're craving to have your big cunt out in the open where you can get some nice hot loving."
She was already coming out of her gown when he spoke. "Whadaya mean my 'big' cunt? It's plenty hot, all right, but I don't know that it's so damn big!" she exclaimed.
"Compared to the pint-sized pussy on this kid, it is," Frank said to her. "But don't get in an uproar over it. I like 'em big. How do you think I could fill you full of lead if you weren't big enough for me? My cock isn't all that giant, but I still couldn't begin to stuff it into Rosa's tight little pussy. Hell, it would split her wide open for me to even try."
Such an idea would have frightened the poor girl to death several minutes earlier. Now her reaction was along an entirely different direction.
"Will you still keep playing with it like you're doing, though," she asked Frank, "even if you can't… even if you can't get your thing in me?"
"Hah!" Frank erupted, turning to Vera. "How do you like that? The little cock-sucker's digging it so much she's afraid I might slack off some. Shit, I should have known she was going for it. That little pussy of hers has been squirting hot juice on my fingers ever since I first slipped them into her."
"I knew she was grooving on it too," said Vera. "I could tell by the way she's breathing and having her eyes glaze over."
Frank answered Rosa's question. "Don't worry, sweety. I'm going to keep your pussy well attended to even while, I'm socking the meat to Vera. All we have to do is slide down on the rug here where we'll all have more room to move around. Here, like this," he directed.
Soon he had the arrangement he wanted. Vera had his pants down to his knees in short order. Rosa could now see his pendulous, hairy balls swinging freely between his thighs. But her mind was preoccupied by Frank's earlier comment.
"What's a cock-sucker?" she innocently asked Vera. "He called me that. What does it mean? Is it bad?" She lay down as Frank directed as she spoke, with her back flat on the floor and her naked, slender thighs opened widely apart and her knees in the air. Her black hair spilled in a mass around her reclining head and was almost thick enough to make a pillow.
"He just said that," explained Vera. "He didn't mean you really were one; it's just a slang word. All it means is just a person who puts his mouth on a man's cock and sucks it for him. It may sound like something nasty, but I can assure you the way to suck a guy's cock is groovy I ought to know… I've eaten a few guys in my life."
"Come on, girls," urged Frank, "this ain't no sex education class. This is the real thing. And I'm horny as hell to feel you both up and get you going."
"You don't have to ask me twice," responded Vera. "I already told you how I need it," said Vera…
"Gee," marveled Rosa, "my… tiny thing is…"
"Your pussy, damn it," yelled Frank. "That little 'thing' is your fucking pussy!"
"My… my pussy," continued Rosa, blushing a little, "is all drippy and… ummmmm… all itchy and ticklish."
Frank had Vera on the floor beside him and was massaging her ample breasts with one hand while his other hand continued to toy with Rosa's damp flesh.
"Damn right you're drippy, sweetheart," he said. "Your spunk is getting all hot and worked up in there because you need it, that's why. You need fucking, something in there to fill up your empty twat and make you come. But I'll give you the next best thing. Plenty of finger work."
Vera raised a shapely leg and brought it down over his, scissoring his groin between her firm thighs. No clothing obtruded between her pelvis and his and she loved the feel of his curly pubic hair against the satiny skin of her inner thighs. She could feel the angry red head of the organ itself pressing eagerly against her damp skin just a few inches short of the entryway to her warm orifice.
"Finger work? You've already given her plenty of that. Why don't you give her a real thrill and let her feel what it's like to have a man's mouth plastered against the lips of her sweet little pussy," suggested Vera as she rubbed herself against him. As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she knew she'd accidentally referred to Rosa's organs with uncharacteristic affection. She hoped Frank wouldn't notice. No use letting him – or Rosa, for that matter – discover that she was bi-sexual. Fortunately, he was too occupied with the two naked female bodies to notice.
"Just keep watching, baby," he said.
It was obvious to Vera then that it had already entered his mind to put his mouth on the youngster's organs. She squeezed her legs tighter around his and started rubbing the naked, damp flesh of her warm vaginal lips against his hairy leg. From where she was lying beside him, she had a perfect view into the young teenager's pubic area. The girl lay in front of their heads with her lovely legs open all the way, so that all Vera had to do to see was to raise her face away from Frank's and look above her. She loved the way he was hunching against her down below and caressing her breasts with his fingers, but almost equally exciting was the sight of his other hand at work on Rosa's naked pubes only a few inches away. She'd thought that Lynda was too young at first just as she'd thought that Rosa was too young to attract her. My God, she thought to herself, I must be getting to be a real pervert. Rosa's just twelve. How young can my tastes for other girls go, anyway?
But she soon ejected such thoughts from her mind. Frank had dropped his hand from her breasts and was touching her vulva. She was through being teased. She wanted the firm, hard feel of his penis deep, inside her and she wanted to experience the pleasure of having it slide unerringly toward the heated haven of her interior.
"Aaah, there. There Frank," she crooned. "Let me have it inside. Slip in the head, at least I'm dying for it."
Rosa heard her and looked down between her raised knees at them. She could clearly see his swollen penis poised above the thick muff of Vera's brownish-blonde pubic hair. She was delighted to finally be able to watch a man do it to a woman. She had an awfully good idea what it entailed, from listening to older girls at school, but it was going to be especially exciting to watch close up. Frank had been looking down at Vera's fully packed, jouncing breasts until he noticed Rosa's new interest in the proceedings. Then he looked up at the young girl from between her gracefully raised legs and caught her eye with his.
"Gets you hot seeing the old hard cock, don't it, sweety?" he chided. "Keep your eyes on it and you're going to see it disappear into Vera's hairy cunt. Then watch what happens. She's going to be so wild about having the meat poked to her she'll probably come before I even shoot off into her. You're going to see her ass start moving like a fucking woodpecker's head then."
Vera's breath was deep and labored. Her tongue licked her lips feverishly as she wriggled against him.
"For Christ's sake, Frank," she wheezed, "what do you think this is – a sporting event? Quit giving the kid a blow-by-blow description and sink some of that beautiful cock into me!"
He reached at once into the thick curls and parted her nether lips with his thumb and forefinger, then slid the fat knob of his organ pest the glistening portals and pushed it steadily but slowly into her.
Rosa watched in utter fascination as Vera grimaced with pleasure and gasped. Her eyes closed and she made a funny noise deep in her throat that reminded Rosa of a sound she'd once heard a dog make. But Rosa was destined for much more excitement than merely watching. The second his penis was all the way inside Vera's vagina, he shot a glance up at Rosa and grinned sickly at the youngster. His eyes seemed to be unfocused.
"Sweety, you got the prettiest little pussy on you I've seen for a long time. You're so young and cute I could lick your whole body from your toes to your asshole. I can tell by looking at it, you're wanting more than just my fingers on your cunt lips. Look, see how red and wet they are? See how fat they are and how loose and relaxed they are? You need more than fingers there and I'm going to give you more. Keep your legs spread… that's the way. I'm going to suck your little oyster like a motherfucker."
The blood rushed to her face as she looked down between her legs at him and listened to him talk. The sweat popped out in droplets on her tender breasts as she watched him raise his face closer and closer to her unprotected, naked pubes. Then he made a move and she felt a hot thrill such as she'd never before enjoyed.
"Mmmmmfff!" he exclaimed, pressing his open mouth against the youngster's most tender parts. She felt a blast of hot air gust through her sparse curls and then shuddered as his wide, wettened tongue came in contact with the slippery, heated skin of her soft vaginal lips. A high little squeal escaped her throat.
"Ooouuuuee!" she cried. "Oh, you're being so nasty. That's so nasty but it feels so… oooooh it feels so good!"
The young teenager stretched her legs and pushed herself downward across the floor, anxious to got as close to him as possible. She lowered her feet to his shoulders, down his back to his buttocks and finally clamped, her toes tightly against his upper thighs. She felt his body hunching up and down and remembered that he was still driving his penis in and out of Vera. She had almost forgotten about her. She clamped her olive arms around his shoulders and allowed him to stick his active tongue anywhere he wanted. She could no longer keep her buttocks from moving. It would have embarrassed her terribly to behave so only minutes earlier but now she had became so aroused from Frank's tongue that she was completely shameless. As he stabbed his tongue into her hot young slit, she rocked forward and backward almost uncontrollably.
Vera was moaning almost continuously now. Rosa could hear her voice mixed in with the deep grunts coming from Frank's mouth as he applied himself to her excited organs. The young girl felt sweat running down over her breasts and stomach and could even feel it coursing down her legs. The thought of what Frank was doing to the woman to make her utter those sounds was making Rosa hotter by the second. She looked down and stared with open mouth at the beautiful, shapely body of her troop leader under the weight of Frank's hard muscles. Every time he withdrew his penis on the back stroke, she caught a glimpse of its slick red shaft, and some times she could get a breathtaking view of Vera's open, plush-lipped genitals. The wet organs lay red and juicy in the mid of Vera's bountiful curls, and each time the head of Frank's penis came all the way back there was a big smacking sound.
"Oooooh," Vera moaned, "pump it to me, lover, oh, pump it to me. I can't get enough of it. Oh… oh, my God, fill me full of it, Frank, that's the way, that's the way!"
He raised his mouth from Rosa's crotch. "Take it, sugar, take it all. Open up, 'cause I'm coming on in!" he yelled.
Rosa was so highly stimulated from his lips that when he raised his mouth for a second the youngster discovered she couldn't stand to lose the feel of it, even for a second. She darted her own hand down and busily worked her fingers in and out other wet flesh until Frank brought his mouth back to the spot. When he saw the girl masturbating herself he went wild.
"Oh shit, sweety, you're too fucking much. Just twelve years old and yet you're so hot for it you can't stand to be without it for a minute, can you? You sexy little slut, I'll bet you finger fuck yourself every night, huh? I bet you slip your fingers into that wet cunt of yours just as soon as your parents kiss you good night and walk out the door!" he ranted.
Rosa had in fact no such habits, and had only masturbated herself on very few occasions. But Frank's imagination was so overwrought by what he saw that he wouldn't have believed the truth if she had told him. She didn't even try to answer him. She just grabbed his shoulders again with her hands and rejoiced at having his hot mouth back on her privates, his tongue driving her wild.
Frank was very near the edge. The excitement of having two partners was pushing him closer and closer toward the relief he so vitally needed. Vera's moans were now punctuated with short, breathless sobs and he could feel her meeting his every thrust with all the strength she possessed.
"Go ahead, lover!" she screamed. "GO ahead and oh, God, go ahead and shoot me full. Oh oooh. I'm almost there. Fuck me, Frank, fuck me good, oh fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
She grabbed a handful of his dangling balls and shoved a forefinger deep unto his anus. He felt the pressure mount inside his groin like a steam boiler. He groaned deep and Rosa felt the vibrations of his lips on her sensitive young vulva. A shudder ran up her thin spine and male her know something new and fantastic was about to happen to her body.
Frank was the first to reach climax. He shook his buttocks back and forth faster and faster. His breath came in huge gulps and Vera felt his penis stiffen harder than ever and stab her like a hot poker. The sperm shot from the head of his organ in a thick white stream that bathed her entire vagina and he collapsed heavily on her stomach, his face still buried in the fragrant junction of Rosa's thighs. When Vera felt the fire of his sperm spill over the wet, excited flesh of her vagina, she strained her pelvis and a hot wave of passion flashed through her entire body. She hunched spasmodically and shrieked from the pleasure, then lost herself in the intensity of a rocking orgasm.
The noises made by Vera and Frank seemed actually frightening to Rosa at first, but very soon her own increasing fervor blotted out everything from her mind except the new thrill that pulsed in her virginal organs. When Frank's face collapsed back onto her excited genitals after his climax, she lay in dazed wonder as she felt a pulse of blood begin to throb tighter and tighter in her loins.
Sweat ran off her youthful curves like water. Then the tight pulse grew quicker and quicker, she moved her dripping organs against Frank's fate and enjoyed the sweet, stunning release of her very first climax.
Rosa flopped onto her side and lay for a while with a smile on her face. She stretched, brushed her hair from her face, and put her fingers gingerly to her genitals. Carefully, she felt all around her small mound of Venus and through the sparse curls that grew there, then moved on to the lips and vagina. Nothing seemed to be wrong. She wasn't sure what she expected to discover amiss, but something told her that after an experience as strange and new as she had just undergone, there should be some sign or maybe a mark on her body. She found none and began to think perhaps everything was all right.
Vera rose after a few minutes, patted Rosa on the head lightly as she passed, and went to the bathroom. She washed herself carefully, sponging out Frank's expelled sperm from her vagina, and was back in the room in a short time.
Frank still lay lazily on the floor. His body was sprawled out on the rug in a very awkward position. Now that she was past being so sexually aroused, Vera felt a vague displeasure at his continued presence and wished he'd go. The memory of his blackmailing tactics regarding Rosa's participation in the recent orgy was an even stronger incentive for his leaving. The very nerve of him, she ought with a surge of vehemence, the very gall of threatening her with the loss of her job in order to get his lecherous hands on young Rosa.
She took the girl aside and told her to go on back to the girls' dormitory cabin. She'd keep the pictures and deal with Dana and Claire later, she said Rosa was still totally naked when she spoke to her and the fresh smoothness of the girl's breasts and pubes so close, at hand gave Vera a strong reminder of how appealing she'd been earlier during their little impromptu orgy. She cautioned her once more not to breath a word of what had happened, and especially not to mention a strange man had been present. Then Rosa got dressed and Vera ushered her out the door.
When she looked back at Frank, she found he was completely asleep. The bastard! Who did he think he was, anyway? She jostled him with her foot to wake him but he only tossed an arm over his face and muttered something incoherent. What did she ever see in the bum, she wondered. But she knew very well why she'd flirted with him when he arrived with the provisions and then let him into her clothes soon afterward. One reason and one reason alone, she admitted to herself – hot pants.
Lynda had done much to satisfy her craving for sex a few hours earlier that night, but it had still been an awfully long time since she'd had a man. And Vera's very definite desire for both sexes made her want guys and girls. Whenever she went for a long period of making love with only one sex, she usually experienced an exceptionally strong craving for the other sex before long.
She jostled Frank again, hard this time, and he awoke with a frown and a string of curses. He wanted to stay at Vera's cabin for the night, he told her. That did it. Soon they were embroiled in a big argument. Vera reminded him that two could play the game of blackmail. She told him if he didn't leave for town at once, and vow never to come back, she'd call his employer and report that he had made a pass at her. And then he'd lose his job, she pointed out. He turned red and ranted at her, but he knew she had him. His boss would have no reason not to believe the young troop leader of a bunch of Campfire Girls. He jammed his hat onto his head and drove off in a cloud of dust.
Good riddance, Vera thought. She let her mind run, back to thoughts of black, sensual young Lynda and, although a little guiltily, back to thoughts of the twelve year old who had just left. She believed she might find, a way to keep from doing without love, even it might involve limiting herself strictly to females. But that was only because she had no way of knowing that Tim, a boyfriend of hers from the city, would appear on the scene before the outing was over. Nor, of course, did she have any idea what complications would result when he did show up. It had been a long, if physically gratifying, night. She showered and took one look across the clearing to the girls' dormitory cabin, then doused her light and, went to bed.
But over in the girls' cabin, everyone was not quite so eager to go to sleep. Young Rosa had taken a shower and retired, it was true, but try as she might she couldn't go to sleep. She kept thinking about what had happened when she walked into her cubicle after coming from Miss Kressler's cabin. Dana and Claire were already in bed, but Lynda was still very much awake. They had finished looking at the pictures long before Rosa returned, but Claire and Dana hadn't noticed what Lynda had – that Rosa had stayed an awfully long time in Miss Kressler's cabin.
Because of what had happened between Lynda and her troop leader earlier that night, it was only natural that the black teenager notice when another girl from the troop should remain away for so long. When she looked out the window and saw Rosa coming out of Miss Kressler's cabin, her suspicions were confirmed. But Rosa had no idea about the very private meeting that had taken place between Lynda and Miss Kressler that night.
While she was taking a shower, Lynda had come into the bathroom and waited 'til all the other girls were gone. Then she started making jokes about where Rosa had been and why she had stayed so long Rosa didn't know Lynda's remarks stemmed from a touch of jealousy, and that the black girl believed Rosa had been making love with Miss. Kressler. And she was so embarrassed about what had happened – her forbidden activities with Frank, right in front of Miss Kressler – that she began to fear Lynda somehow knew about it.
At first her banter was vague and undirected, but soon it became much more specific. Rosa was standing with just a towel draped across her shoulders as she combed her hair. Her barely developed breasts were plainly visible to Lynda, whose larger mammaries were covered by a T-shirt. The older girl finished washing her hands and before leaving the room, walked past the young Mexican girl and whispered in her ear.
"C'mon, girl," she said in a low voice, "we might as well admit it. We both got a secret with Miss Kressler. I sure didn't think you was old enough to get in on it, but you sure were over at her cabin a long, long time tonight."
When Rosa looked at her with honest puzzlement on her face, Lynda winked and said, "Come on, you don't have to put up a front for me, Rosa. I stayed over there a long time myself before you did. I was just thinking maybe you and me could have a little get together sometime without Miss Kressler, since we've both had one with her. You dig?"
Lynda had walked away, leaving Rosa alone. Was it any wonder that she had a hundred questions running through her head as she tried to go to sleep?