Lynda didn't go immediately to sleep that night either, but not because her mind was occupied. It was more because her hand was occupied with performing certain secret movements under the covers of her bed. Each girl was given a separate cubicle, so things were fairly private. But things had to be very private indeed for what Lynda was doing to herself. It wouldn't do for the girl in the next cubicle to hear Lynda's bed making rhythmic little squeaking noises, so she had to be very quiet and methodical about it.
First she loosened the drawstring of her pajamas and slipped her hand in the front. She wasn't wearing panties, so it was easy for her to slide her fingers directly to her object. Then she touched herself ever so delicately there, letting the tips of her long fingers graze teasingly through the dense forest of curls that sprang up from the pouting hillock between her slender thighs. She listened intently until she was sure the girl in the next cubicle was fast asleep. Only then did she allow herself the pleasure of moving her fingers deeper into the curly muff and touch the moist, sensitive skin beneath. As she did so, she thought of the things she had been introduced to by Miss Kressler. The things involving their mouths.
She sighed and burrowed her wiry black hair into the pillow as she strained her slim thighs together. What a great feeling it had been to have the pretty blonde woman's soft lips on her secret slit! As she thought of how nice it had been to have Miss Kressler do it, she traced her fingertips along the damp fullness of her nether lips and pressed her legs tighter together. The smooth, round joints of her knees rubbed together as smoothly as graphite and the lovely softness of her inner thighs was soon damp from being so tightly pressed together.
She smiled to herself in the dark. At fifteen, she'd never known before about how groovy one girl could make another one feel until Miss Kressler had unexpectedly demonstrated it to her. Her thoughts turned to the other girls at camp as she continued to toy with herself between the legs. She wondered whether young Rosa had already been doing things with other girls, or whether Miss Kressler had initiated her into the secret as with herself. There was no question in her mind but that the young Mexican girl had stayed so long in Miss Kressler's cabin for the same reason she had done. And although Lynda was wrong in thinking so it was still a very exciting picture for her to conjure up. She pictured the blonde nakedness of Miss Kressler beside the naked olive-complexioned body of the Mexican twelve year old, and increased the motion of her fingers in the soft crevice of her genitals.
If the younger girl had been cute enough to attract the beautiful Miss Kressler, she reasoned, then Rosa was undoubtedly worth trying to do the same thing with for her pleasure. She'd have to talk to her as soon as she could get her alone, since she hadn't responded too well to her broad hint in the bathroom. She was probably just scared of having anyone else find out, decided Lynda, and she could hardly blame her. Jeez, here she was being sneaky just to keep anyone from knowing she was playing with herself and it would be much worse than that to be caught playing with another girl.
She heard one of the girls close by cough in her sleep and for a second she stopped her hand's motion. But as soon as she saw what it was she went right back to her tricks and jammed her hand inside the pajama bottom again. She pushed her fingers to the soft depression of her moist genitals and once more caressed the silky folds of her damp lower lips. Lynda wasn't new at masturbating any more than most girls are at the age of fifteen. But what was new to her was the exciting experience she had undergone with Vera. The idea of making love to another person of the same sex became increasingly stimulating the more she thought about it. And the special thrill she always liked to remember was how it felt to have her organs mouthed by another female. She'd had no one besides Miss Kressler before nor since, but since that night she'd certainly thought about how it might be with some of the other girls. She lay in bed imagining how it would be to have someone like Rosa or Claire or Dana do what Miss Kressler had done to her and became hotter by the minute. Finally she had herself worked up to a fever pitch and had to bury her face in the pillow to keep from being overheard as she whimpered during her climax. That night it seemed that her dreams were as full of sex as her day had been.
The next afternoon several of the Campfire Girls went swimming but Dana and Claire, Lynda noticed, elected to remain behind in the dorm cabin. Claire came over and asked Lynda if she wanted to stay too. Then she motioned for her to come closer so no one would hear and confided in a low voice! "If you stay, you can look at Dana's dirty pictures again."
Since they had been interrupted the preceding night before Lynda had gotten to see very many, she was interested. But she remembered how another girl had walked in on them and almost caught them at it, and was afraid they might have the same thing happen. She was certain they would get into big trouble with Miss Kressler if that ever happened. Not one of them knew about Rosa's showing the three dropped pictures to the troop leader already. Lynda told Claire what she was afraid of.
"No, don't worry. We're doing it different this time. Dana found a nice spot around the corner of the dorm cabin where no one can see us. We'll be close enough to hear if Miss Kressler or anybody yells for us, but we'll be far enough away so that no one can see what we're doing and snitch on us for having the pictures," explained Claire.
"Okay," agreed Lynda, "great."
Several minutes later the three girls met at the spot. Dana shook her long blonde hair free of her collar and sat down on the ground, spreading the pictures out in front of her on the grass. She winked at Claire as she saw Lynda's eyes bug out. Claire exchanged smirks with the older girl. It had been Dana's idea to use the pictures to feel Lynda out on the subject of girl love, but first they had to show her the pictures showing males with the females.
Lynda pointed to one with a man poised over the backside of a woman. Both were stark naked and he was exhibiting a rather large penis.
"Oh, wow!" exclaimed the black girl. "I sure wouldn't want a man with a thing that big on him. That big thing would surely rip a brand-new hole for a girl."
Dana pounced upon her comment and turned the conversation to a more personal area.
"Heck, lots of guys will hurt a girl no matter how big their cock is. You know, just plain mean. Get their kicks from being rough with you. All they care about is getting their nuts off, and after that they're through with you," she observed.
Claire nodded in agreement.
"I know I never would do it with nobody like that," Lynda continued, looking down at the picture.
Dana started giggling and then Claire joined in. It was obvious they were laughing at Lynda, but she didn't know why. She looked up in amazement.
"What's wrong?" she demanded. "How come you two are both laughing at me!"
Dana answered. "Because you tattled on yourself," she giggled. "If you wouldn't want to let that guy do it to you, then that must mean you have let some boy in your pants or else you wouldn't have anything to compare his cock with. Right?"
If Lynda had not been black, her face would have been crimson. As it was, she just fidgeted and scowled at them.
"It does not mean I've let a boy in my pants. It doesn't mean that at all. I… I just mean I wouldn't let nobody in my pants. Just nobody at all. That's what I meant," she retorted.
But Dana turned the tables on her, further confusing her. "Really?" she asked, with an air of amazement. "You've never done it with any body? And you're fifteen years old?"
In actual fact, Dana was herself still a virgin. But her bluff worked. Lynda was in a quandary. She didn't want to admit the truth now that she had never participated in the act of love with a boy. But she had already claimed that she didn't want to do it with anyone at all.
Then Dana made it worse by making an example of Claire, who was only fourteen. Without saying as much, she intimated that Claire had sex with boys. Claire made it a direct question. "Well," she pointedly asked, "have you, Lynda? Have, you or not?"
By now Lynda was more composed. "Maybe," she coyly replied. "Maybe I have and maybe I haven't done it." She idly flipped a new picture on the grass and tried to end the conversation by staring at it intently, but the other girls would not allow it.
Dana broke the ice. "We were just teasing you, Lynda," she said. "Neither Claire nor I either one have ever done it."
"But we've done plenty of other stuff though, haven't we, Dana?" offered Claire.
Both girls giggled and exchanged meaningful glances.
Dana said, "The things I was saying about guys wasn't a joke, though. That's for real. Most of them are mean and rough." Then she added darkly, "Of course there are other ways for a girl to have fun and make herself feel real groovy without messing with boys at all."
Immediately, Lynda thought of masturbation and a faint smile played across her face. She wanted to impress Claire and Dana and now was her chance to show. "Oh, sure," she giggled, "you mean doing yourself with your fingers, huh?"
Dana and Claire looked each other. Although it wasn't the same answer they had in mind, Lynda's reply was so candid that it was very promising for their purposes.
"Yeah," admitted Dana. "A girl can always play with herself if she gets hot enough! But who says she had to do it by herself. There's still another way that I'm talking about." But before she left the subject and plunged on, she wanted to make all she could from the idea. "I'm not afraid to say I do it though – I do sometimes. It's just there's a better way. How about you two? You afraid to admit that you play with yourselves once in a while?" she asked.
Claire rose to the occasion first. She grinned mischievously and said, "Okay, I'm not afraid to admit it. Sometimes I do it in bed or maybe in the bathtub. But just when I'm… you know, just when I'm real worked up."
Both girls turned to Lynda. She didn't disappoint them. She cleared her throat and then began, "Well, if you must know…" then broke up laughing, "… if you must know, I do it too, and I do it a lot, not just a little!"
She kept laughing and the other girls broke into big smiles at her honest answer. Dana poked Claire in the ribs and nodded suggestively to her.
When Lynda finished laughing, she thought to herself, I wonder what these two would think if I was to tell them what I did with Miss Kressler? They wouldn't believe a word of it, that's what – I'm going to keep my mouth shut.
Lynda was getting the definite idea that Dana was flirting with the subject of girl love without coming right out and saying it. She wanted it out in the open if that's what she was talking about.
"What's the other way you were talking about, Dana?" asked the black teenager. "We've all admitted to one another that we diddle ourselves. What's the second way you were talking about?"
Lana was a bit taken aback by Lynda's directness. But she decided now was the time to say what she meant.
She raised her eyebrows and asked, "What I'm talking about is the fact that a girl can get her cookies without having a boy involved or using her own hand on herself. Some girls do for each other, you know. The lezzie bit."
She uttered the last phrase with haughtiness, daring Lynda to deny that she knew what a "lezzie" was. She had good reason, of course, to be certain that Claire knew what it meant. Very good reason considering what they did together on their first night at the campgrounds.
Lynda had guessed right, she realized to her satisfaction. And it suddenly seemed highly possible that Dana and maybe Claire as well, had more than just a passing interest in the subject of girl love. She was amazed that she hadn't thought of it earlier. But since she hadn't, she decided she'd play dumb and see if the two white girls were just acting big and showing off – or whether they meant business about it.
"Oh, girls that fool around with other girls? Sure, I know about girls like that. I mean I've heard about them – I've never done any thing with them," Lynda replied.
Claire and Dana exchanged quick, nervous glances. Dana bent forward toward the pretty black girl.
"Would you be afraid to?" she asked. "If another girl wanted to do thing to you under your clothes and let you feel her up and fool around some at the same time, would you be scared to do it?"
Claire chimed in. "Yeah, would you let another girl see what you got under your bra and inside your panties if she'd show you the same thing?"
Lynda was sure of it now. Both Claire and Dana must like other girls just as Miss Kressler had taught her to do, but she had the edge on them. They didn't know she was that way – but she did know that they were. Why not have a little fun? She regarded the two white girls from under lowered lashes and finally a slow grin appeared on her face. "I wouldn't be scared to, no. But it'd be impossible for me to do whit you said," Lynda answered.
Both Dana and Claire cried out. "Impossible? Hew could it be impossible? For all you know, one of us might like stuff like that. You mean chicken, don't you, instead of impossible? You're chicken to do anything like that, aren't you?"
"No, I ain't lying. And I ain't chicken, either. I wouldn't be a bit afraid to let another girl fool around some with me if she wanted to. But the reason it'd be impossible for me to let anybody see what I got under my bra is because I'm not wearing one. Now isn't that right? If a girl don't have no bra on, then how is she going to show what she got underneath it, huh?" asked Lynda, smiling brightly.
Dana and Claire looked at each other and smiled. They could both hardly wait to proceed.
"If that's all that's wrong," giggled Dana, "then I'll double dare you to let me undress you some… at least a little way… and show you how a girl can make another girl feel good. Okay?"
"Really?" asked Lynda, pretending awe. "You will? Well, okay then go ahead if you want to. But remember, I don't know anything about any of that stuff. So don't expect me to know how to act."
"If you're going to, then I will too," put in Claire. "Okay? Not that I know much about it either. But I'm not afraid to fool around a little and see what happens."
"Okay by me," said Lynda.
"Sure," said Dana, "you can be in on it too."
And the quick smile Dana shot her told Claire that she knew very well how "much she knew about it", from the night when Dana had crawled into bed with her. It was Dana who had taught her everything she knew about girl love, in fact.
"Wait, though," interjected Lynda. "Can't we be seen here where we are? I mean, if I have to take some of my clothes off and all… and if you girls get undressed any… somebody might happen to see us here, don't you think?"
But Dana was emphatic. "No, don't worry about that at all. There's only one spot anybody could possibly see us from and that's right at the corner of the dorm cabin. Claire and I can take turns watching for anybody that might happen by."
Claire added, "And we'll also be taking turns with something else, right?"
Dana smiled. "Well, sort of, if you want to think of it like that. I guess you could say we'll be taking turns with Lynda."
Then Lynda surprised them by suggesting, "Oh, yeah? How do you know you both might not even like it, instead of just playing around about it. If that happened you might both want to be doing it at the same time. Then there wouldn't be anybody to watch for people."
Dana and Claire were genuinely surprised that Lynda would suggest such a thing without having any experience at it. They did a double-take and then Dana passed it off by simply saying not to worry about it, that it wouldn't happen. But she couldn't resist needling Lynda a little. "By the way, just what is it you think both Claire and I might want to do anyway? If you've never done anything like this, how do you know what it'll be like?" she asked.
But Lynda was now more sure of herself and the question failed to unbalance her. "Oh, I don't know what it'll be like," she replied. "It just seems like if two people liked to do something enough, they could both do it at the same time. That's all. You'll have to show me what it's really like. Remember – you two gonna be the teachers. I'm going to just be the pupil."
Dana nodded agreement. "I'm a year older than you so I guess it's fair for me to teach you, but Claire's a year younger than you. Maybe you ought to be her teacher."
But Claire disagreed. "No, that doesn't make any difference," she said. "I volunteered first after you dared Lynda to do it with us, so age doesn't make any difference. Besides, I look as old as Lynda almost. Don't you think? Look at my tits. Aren't they about as big as Lynda's? And I'm definitely as tall as she is."
Lynda said, "Yours look about as big as mine to me. Of course, I can't really tell with your blouse over them."
Again Lynda's response pleased Dana and Claire more than they had anticipated. It was a toss-up as to which one was going to enjoy the next move more – Dana, for getting to take Claire's top off and expose her young breasts, or Claire, for getting to exhibit them to the other two girls. They were quick to act.
"Here then," offered Dana, "I'll make it easier to get a good look, at her titties without any clothes over them."
Claire looked brightly from one face to the other. Dana had seen her naked breasts before, but she had never let another girl look. She was anxious.
"Go ahead," she said coquettishly. "I'm not afraid to show you if you really want to see."
Dana unbuttoned the front and flapped open the material all in one motion. Clare's braless little breasts were suddenly naked even though the blouse still hung from her, shoulders. Dana could hardly keep the hunger from showing in her eyes. She'd seen them in the darkness of Claire's bed before, but never in the bright light of sun. The coloring was pale and white, with a slow flush of pink apparent near the nipples. The second they were naked, the nipples were soft and relaxed, but they grew hard and darker in color as Dana and Lynda looked on. Claire was proud of how they stood out so firmly, even though their size was rather small.
When Lynda saw Claire's naked torso she thought of how it had been with Miss Kressler. The memory of her large, fully packed breasts made the black teenager wonder how it would be to feel Claire's. If Dana had been observant she would have noticed that Lynda's eyes lit up with more than passing interest at the sight. But she was too concerned with Claire's breasts herself to pay any attention to Lynda's reaction.
Lynda broke the silence. "You are about as big as I am up front," she said. "'Course, mine are a little different color," she giggled, still looking steadily at Claire's open blouse…
"Let's see," chirped Claire, "show 'em like I'm doing. No matter what color they are, they seem to fill up your blouse pretty well. You aren't wearing a bra, are you?"
"Heck no!" answered Lynda. "Momma makes me wear one when I'm around home so I'm sure not going to have one on when I'm away from there any more than I have to."
"You're next, then," Dana reminded her. "Hold still while I open you up."
Lynda acted coy, but she didn't try to stop the older girl from unbuttoning the garment. When the twin mounds were naked, both Dana and Claire looked at them – with obvious approval. The dark, satiny-textured skin somehow made them look especially sensuous in the bright light of the sun. Lynda turned her eyes down in shyness.
"Hey, don't be shy," exclaimed Dana. "Remember, you said you'd let us do things to you like lezzies do. That means more than just seeing under your clothes. You have to let us touch you, too."
"But somebody has to watch!" complained Lynda. "One of you has to keep an eye out so we don't get caught."
"Oh, okay," Claire petulantly agreed. "I'll stand over and watch out. But you got to let me see everything you do." She knew that Dana would want to be the one to get things started and all of her experience was on the receiving end, she really didn't mind.
Dana brushed the shock of long blonde hair from her eyes and sat down on the ground, pulling Lynda with her. She had been feasting her eyes on both girls' breasts and was anxious to touch the warm surfaces of Lynda's fine pair. She made no pretense, but placed her hands directly on the firm globes as soon as they were seated.
"Lezzies put their hands on the other girls' tits all the time," she said to Lynda. "Like this."
Lynda looked down and saw the pretty contrast of the pale-skinned fingers on her dark breasts. She saw her nipples harden and knew Dana had seen too. That was something she couldn't control. She squirmed a little where she sat and avoided Dana's eyes.
"Well," breathed Dana, "feel good?"
Lynda was afraid to admit just how good it did feel. She had to remember that Dana and Claire had no idea she already liked girl love, and that she was the "pupil" in the little game the other two girls had suggested.
"Ummm… kinda," she admitted. "Yeah, it feels kinda good."
"Ever had a boy do this to you?" Dana boldly asked. "Does it feel as good as that?"
"I'm not saying," said Lynda, "but you can go ahead and do it some more."
The truth was that Lynda had allowed a few boys to touch her succulent breasts, but they usually were rough about it. The gentle way Dana was touching her was more like Miss Kressler had done it and was very enjoyable. Her openness to allow more made Dana's blood race. She thought of how it was going to be to rub and caress Lynda's lovely dark skin all over her slim torso, and on down inside her skirt. She scooted up against her side 'til there was no space between their bodies and plenty of room to lie-down.
Lynda raised her eyes and began looking at the rise and fall of Dana's body under her blouse. She thought Dana's sixteen-year-old breasts must be very nearly as large as Miss Kressler's. She was dying to see how the blonde looked underneath her skirt and blouse, but she was more than willing to wait if Dana would keep playing with her breasts.
From Claire's position a few yards away, she could see everything. The sight of Dana's hands inside Lynda's blouse made her want to see much, much more! She called to them. "Go ahead," she urged, "don't be afraid anybody will come see you. I'm watching real good. Do anything you want to do to each other."
Dana needed to pay a different kind of attention to Lynda's breasts and she told her so. "There's more than feeling around with hands to this," she said. "I think you know what I mean."
Lynda grinned. "Uh huh," she said in a low voice. "You mean you're going to put your mouth there."
Dana dropped her hands around Lynda's waist to the lower part of her back and buried the sun-warmed top of her blonde hair just below the black girl's chin. She burrowed her nose between the soft swellings and breathed in deeply. The young girl wasn't wearing perfume, but the fresh scent of soap from her morning shower clung pleasantly to her skin and filled Dana's nose.
When Lynda felt the cool nose between her breasts she put her arms around Dana's shoulders and snuggled closer. She lowered her face 'til her mouth and nose were deep in the abundance of Dana's blonde hair, then pressed her cheek hard against the top of her head. She smelled the sweet shampoo scent and Dana could hear her take a deep breath as she hugged her shoulders.
Dana's voice came from the soft depression between Lynda's breasts and she could feel the warm exhalation of her breath as Dana said, "Hey, you must like this, huh? It felt groovy when you gave me that big hug just then."
Lynda could feel the cool lips on her naked skin and didn't care so much anymore if Dana knew the truth about how she felt. "What do you think?" she answered archly, and hugged the blonde head tighter against her bosom.
Things were going better than Dana had expected. She moved unhesitatingly to the dusky, protuberant nipples that pouted only inches away.
"I think you're digging it," mumbled Dana as she moved her open mouth across the satiny skin to her goal. "I think you're digging it as much as I am. Here, let me have a nice little mouthful of this nipple."
Lynda arched her back and pressed her torso forward at the touch. She had to. The wet sensation of Dana's open lips on the taut skin of her nipple made her want more. "Ummmm… you can do that as much as you want to," she said to Dana in a husky voice.
"And this," added Dana, putting her fingers to the tip of Lynda's other breast.
"Un huh," approved Lynda anxiously.
"And tits," continued Dana, slipping her free hand across Lynda's flat stomach toward the waistband other skirt.
Lynda knew what was coming and wanted it. She wanted that and much more and she made sure Dana knew it.
"That too," she agreed, "oh yeah, that too."
"I knew you must be starting to feel good down here. Your nips are so hard you must be getting a wet lap too," Dana said. "Heck, I still have my blouse on and I'm getting wet down there myself."
Lynda felt the pressure of Dana's full breasts through her blouse. She could even detect the hard points of them pushing from beneath the fabric. She boldly put her hand on one from the outside and squeezed it softly as Dana's fingers reached the waistband of her skirt and slipped underneath.
Lynda's touch sent a thrill up her spine and she wriggled against her. "Ok, wow," she exclaimed, "you gonna feel me up too? Groovy! Go ahead and take my tits out where you can see them like I did yours if you want to."
Lynda accepted very quickly; Dana felt the warm pressure of her fingers slide up her ribs at once, and, as one hand touched the base of her breast, the other unbuttoned the row of buttons down her loose fitting blouse.
"You haven't done anything like this before, have you?" she asked Lynda. There was no use admitting that she had, she thought, and taking a chance at scaring the girl.
But Lynda just ignored her question. Dana didn't care though. She had her hand all the way inside Lynda's skirt by this time and was much more interested in doing things than in talking about it. Lynda pushed an active finger into the firm resilience of Dana's breast and began to knead it like dough.
Claire watched breathlessly from her post as the girls made every move. When she saw. Lynda's cooperation she knew she might really get to see something if she kept watching and she wasn't about to miss anything. It was the first time she had ever seen any people do such things together, much less two girls. She felt a pleasant warmth inside her skirt and wished for a moment that Dana were there to do what she'd done in bed with her when she had felt that way.
Then the two girls slid from a sitting position and lay down facing each other. She watched Dana unbutton Lynda's skirt and push it down all the way to her knees. Then she could see the long, firm, shiny black legs stretched across the green grass. As she looked on, Lynda gave a quick kick with her foot and sent the skirt all the way off. Now Claire could see her white cotton panties. The warm feeling between her legs became more intense as she thought of bow Dana would soon have her hand inside the white undergarment.
Guess I'll have to make myself feel good, she thought to herself, since there's nobody here to do it for me. I can't watch Lynda and Dana play with each other any longer without at least a little bit of attention to my own pussy.
She took a quick glance to make sure no one was coming then slipped her hand underneath the short hem of her Campfire Girls' skirt. She rubbed her fingers on the crotch of her panties for a few seconds, then inserted a thumb and forefinger inside the tight leg band and grasped the silky fold between her legs. She propped her chin on her raised knee and watched Lynda and Dana avidly as she continued to manipulate herself.
Dana raised her shoulders and shook off her blouse completely as Lynda looked on. She was captivated by the sight of the pretty blonde's torso silhouetted against the clear blue sky, with her pink breasts at last in plain view. She reached up and took one into her hand, massaging it slowly and feeling the pleasurable weight of it as Dana bent forward.
The hungry look in Dana's eyes excited Lynda. There was no question in her mind about how much Dana liked the looks of – the trim black body lying before her. She was now all the way inside her panties and Lynda could feel her searching fingers sliding through the thick, curly hairs that surrounded her genitals. She looked up at Dana and brazenly raised one leg higher, permitting easier access to the damp slit at the center of the black muff.
Dana smiled. She lowered herself so that her breasts touched the sun-warmed nakedness of Lynda's pert nipples. She began a slow, rotary motion of the torso that ground the firm, pink globes against the dusky flesh of Lynda's. She dropped her face to Lynda's neck and kissed her there, running her sensuous lips across the chiseled line of her collarbone. Lynda arched her back off the ground and made it more than plain she welcomed more attention in the area of her genitals.
Dana was only too glad to accommodate her. She pushed her fingers on through the thick curls to the fleshy lips beneath and heard Lynda catch her breath. A spark of heat shot through her own pelvis. She was still wearing panties but the crotch was now wet and she could feel the fat lips of her vulva rub together as she twisted her pelvis over Lynda's supine form.
Lynda hugged the fair body close and pulled it downwards 'til she could feel Dana touching her from toes to head. The exciting sensation of skin against skin electrified the girls' bodies all up and down their frames. Dana handled Lynda's organs with loving care and soon the flow of love juice was so great inside that a squishing sound resulted.
Lynda writhed her hips about on the grass and twisted her slim torso underneath the luxuriously smooth surface of Dana's nakedness. She could feel Dana's panties rub against her and wanted them off so she could feel what was underneath. She gripped the waistband and playfully tugged at them. "Lemme in there," she breathed, "and I'll give you some of what you're giving me."
Dana bent to her ear. "Slip them off. Go ahead. I'm so hot from fingering you that I'm dying to have you work on mine for me. I thought you were scared to."
Lynda yanked them down and Dana felt a rush of heat to her loins as the smooth, silken fabric slid effortlessly along the damp surfaces of her thighs. "You're getting me so darned, hot that I'd finger-fuck you even if I was scared to," she answered. "I been wanting to get my hand in there ever since I saw your pussy pooching out through your panties."
"Fingers aren't enough for me," whispered Dana. "I was just fooling around at first but now you're shaking me up so much I have to have my mouth on you." She caught her breath as Lynda took a handful of the bountiful flesh between her legs and began to massage it. "Go ahead and finger-fuck me, please, will you? My clit feels like it's about to jump out of my pussy. But I got to have my mouth on you, Lynda."
Dana ran her face down the damp side of Lynda's body aid didn't stop 'til she reached the spot where fingers were buried deep inside her vagina. She slid her fingers out and grabbed Lynda by the buttocks with them, then immediately pressed her face into the place. She darted out her tongue and stuck it inside the moist cleft.
"Ooooo," moaned Lynda. "Oooo, my gosh, I love that. Let me feel you move it around in there."
But her words were unnecessary. Dana's tongue war already busily sliding up and down the fleshy red walls as soon as it entered the orifice. Lynda began hunching her pelvis in slow, languorous movements that took advantage of every square-inch of Dana's tongue and lips.
"You're about to make me come just with your fingers!" Dana exclaimed excitedly. Lynda was surprised at her words because she thought it would take more than a little finger work to give the pretty blonde her release.
Then Dana started breathing rapidly and hunching her legs and pelvis. Lynda heard her grunt deep in her throat. "Oh, wow, I already had my first little one. Here… here comes more… oh wow, finger me, Lynda, finger me!"
A few times in her life Lynda had reached climax more than once from masturbating herself, so she knew what Dana meant was, happening to her. She manipulated her wet genitals faster and faster and heard Dana start moaning again. This time she kept her lips open tightly against Lynda's organs. Lynda had been right on the verge of having a climax ever since Dana had put her mouth there. Now she felt it rising inside her warm and thick as butter. A thread of excitement grew hotter and hotter. She knew she was about to receive her own blessed relief. She worked her fingers lovingly against the soft bump of Dana's clitoris and heard her yelp from the pleasure of another orgasm. Then Dana's tongue found a new groove in the wet flesh of Lynda's steamy genitals and licked it faster and faster as the hot core of her passion rose near and nearer the surface. She started panting hard and moving her mouth.
Dana blew a gust of hot air from her mouth and the rush of it covered Lynda's orifice with new desire. She felt the tongue go around and around the sensitive bud of her clitoris, then at last it touched the excited tip of the organ and Lynda experienced a throbbing, heated orgasm that left her satisfied and breathless. She felt great streams of sweat running down the curves of her breasts and naked thighs, but she was in such bliss that she didn't even make a move to wipe it off.
Claire had had her eyes glued on the passionate girl like a leech. Dana looked over and saw her staring back. It was quite apparent that the younger girls had been a totally involved spectator. She had her panties pulled down to her knees and, although fully clothed except for the blouse which hung down loosely exposing her naked breasts, she had made sure her genitals were very accessible. As Dana looked on, Claire's hand flew back and forth between her legs. The girl's forehead was wet with sweat and Dana could tell she must have been masturbating herself for a long time.
"Ha ha… couldn't wait, huh?" she called out to Claire. "You got yourself so hot from watching that you had to finger yourself, didn't you?"
Claire only grinned impishly. She didn't want to talk. She was much too concerned with the way her moist genitals were doing. From time to time she opened her mouth and exposed the end of her red little tongue. She would press her lips together and make a noise in her throat.
Lynda, who had recovered from her orgasm, raised her head off the ground and watched. "Wow, look at her go!" she exclaimed. "She's doing almost as good by herself as we did with each other."
Dana rose from her position on the grass and went to Claire's side. "She's been a good little guard, Lynda, don't you think?" she called back to where Lynda was lying naked on the green grass.
"I don't think she ought to have to get her jollies all by herself do you? I'm going to help her out," she said.
As Lynda looked on, Dana scooted up to Claire's side and put her hand underneath the girl's skirt right beside her own. She pulled the white cotton panties on down to her ankles, then dove forward and stuck her face between the younger girl's legs. Claire's fingers were moving rapidly back and forth right of Dana's nose. She kept up the motion, but left Dana room to stick her tongue to the glistening surface of her genitals. Dana tasted the warm salt taste of sweat mingled with the more exotic aroma of Claire's hot sex. She darted her tongue in and out in perfect rhythm with Claire's moving fingers.
"Whew… I was about to come even before you moved over here," she panted. "Now I… whew… now…"
Lynda interrupted from where she was still lying on her back on the grass. "Now you really gonna pop yourself!" she called. "Dana really knows how to use her mouth!"
But it was their eyes the girls should have been using. Not one saw the man stop the car just a few yards across the hedge from them.