In another clump of bushes not a hundred yards from where Tim crouched spying on Vera and Dana, two small figures could be seen under the moon. Claire and Lynda had crept away from the dorm cabin in search of a little privacy. And the proof that they had found it was the fact that Lynda was sitting with her skirt hiked up over her long black legs, letting Claire look underneath. Ever since Claire had stood guard while Dana and Lynda had made love on the grass, the young brunette had wanted to have her turn with Lynda.
"Oh, wow, Lynda, you have a sweet pussy," she said, peering inside the black girl's panties. "No wonder Dana got so hot from sucking on it that time."
But their privacy had been interrupted by a strange sound. Both girls heard it at the same time and Lynda quickly yanked her panties up and her skirt down over her naked thighs. Claire looked up from between Lynda's legs to see where the sound came from. When they finally discovered Tim sitting in the bushes masturbating himself, it was all they could do to hold in their laughter. They sneaked closer to they could see him better.
In their new spot, Lynda kept her eyes riveted on the man's hand as he ran it up and down his penis. When Claire pulled the girl's panties down again and started stroking the tops of her thighs, the black teenager didn't even look at her.
"What's wrong, Lynda?" asked Claire. "Don't you groove on what I want to do to you anymore?"
"Sure I do. I just want to watch Tim frig himself while you do it, that's all. That way I get even more fun out of it," she replied.
"Oh, okay," said Claire, her interest in Lynda's groin renewed. "Go ahead then. I may check on him once in a while myself, but the main thing I'm interested in right now is your pussy."
Claire smiled to herself. She knew she could have added that she had already seen Tim's penis up close before – very close. But she chose not to reveal to her girl friend that she had gone to Vera's cabin during the nature walk and seduced the man into making love to her.
"Ummm, that's a whopper, isn't it?" said Lynda, observing the length of Tim's penis. "Wonder what it would feel like to have something like that up your twat?"
"I don't know, but I'm sure if you had that thing up your pussy you wouldn't have any cherry left when it came back out. Every girl in this camp seems to have fucking on her mind, you know it? Sally asked me that very same question just yesterday: what it would feel like to have a man's thing up her pussy," commented Claire.
"Sally? You mean that little Oriental girl? Heck, she's just nine years old. How come she's thinking about stuff like that?" asked Lynda, surprised.
Claire had pulled down Lynda's panties again and was slowly making headway through the kinky black curls between her thighs. She continued to toy with it as she spoke.
"I know she's only nine. She may not have any titties yet, but she sure is interested in sex. I'm pretty sure she plays with herself a lot. Every time I walk past her cubicle, she jerks the cover up around her neck and lies still as a mouse until I pass," replied Claire.
Lynda was still watching Tim masturbate, but she was very much enjoying the presence of Claire's hand between her legs as they kept conversing.
"Titties? Heck, Sally doesn't even have a hair on her pussy yet. I've seen her in the showers and she's as bald there as a grapefruit. I think you're right about her playing with herself though. I've heard some little noises come from her cubicle at night that sure did sound like a girl frigging herself. But so what? I played with myself when I was even younger than that. Didn't you? I won't believe you if you say you didn't."
"Yeah, I did too," responded Claire, her fingers stroking Lynda's vulva. "A girl doesn't have to have hair on her pussy or a pair of titties on her chest to get hot, that's for sure. But I think I was older than nine before I thought of having a boy fuck me."
"Wow, look at him now. He's really going to town on it!" said Lynda.
Claire looked away from Lynda's half-naked lap for a minute and directed her attention to where Tim was. "Yeah, he is," she said. "He must be going to shoot off any second. Wonder what's going on in that cabin to get him so hot from watching it?" She wormed her finger past Lynda's I curly hairs and inserted it in between the now moist folds at the center. As Lynda continued watching Tim's movements and talking to the other girl, she gave her thighs a slight squeeze to show she was enjoying Claire's attentions.
"Oh, he's probably watching Miss Kressler take off her clothes or something," replied Lynda.
"Yeah, and she might even have somebody in the cabin with her. Some guy might be in there throwing her a hunk of meat, you know it?" suggested Claire.
"No, there's no other guys around here besides Tim. She's probably just naked and he's digging on her body," said Lynda.
"Yeah," replied Claire. "Either that or she's maybe playing with some other girl! Ha ha maybe she likes to fool around with girls just like you and Jane and I do!"
Claire had meant the comment as a joke, but Lynda knew how true it really was. She well remembered how she had let the blonde troop leader seduce her just a few days before. But she had promised not to tell. So just as Claire had withheld information about her activities with Tim, so Lynda refrained from talking about what had gone on between Vera and herself.
"Hey, you're really getting wet down there," said Claire, turning the conversation back to what they were doing.
"I know," answered Lynda, "I can feel the juice sloshing around inside. You've been teasing me long enough. Why don't you go ahead and stick your fingers in deeper?"
"Sure, love," answered Claire. "Why didn't you say so earlier? Your pussy feels so nice and hot all over that I'd frig it all day. I didn't realize you were getting so hot and you needed more action. How's this feel?"
"Ummmm… yeah! Oh, that's fine," said Lynda.
"Then let me get some titty to go with it and really make you feel good," proposed Claire, stretching her free hand toward Lynda's blouse and searching for the buttons in the dark.
"You know where they are, love," said Lynda. "Stick your hands in there and feel them up good. I love to have somebody play with my titties."
Claire reached inside after unbuttoning the front of Lynda's blouse and quickly enclosed one of her breasts in her hand. As soon as she touched the black girl's breasts, Lynda gave a little sigh of joy. She moved her torso forward and rubbed herself into closer contact with Claire. She looked back across the woods to Tim and saw that he had risen on his haunches and was jerking his hand up and down his penis with amazing speed.
"Look at him go now!" Lynda said to Claire.
"Man, he's going to be shooting of mighty quick if he keeps that up," the brunette teenager agreed. She made the circles she was making inside Lynda's vulva wider and wider, gradually touching the black girl's clitoris with each rotation. She had her eyes on Tim as Lynda did, but it was highly exciting, to be manipulating her friend's wet organs while seeing the man masturbate himself only a short distance away.
"There he goes!" cried Lynda.
Claire saw that she was right. As they looked on, Tim suddenly rose to his feet and grabbed the trunk of a small sapling. He thrust his hips forward spasmodically and spewed his thick white emission a few feet away. The groans, making all during the performance were so loud that the girls would have certainly heard him even they hadn't been already aware of his presence.
"Wow, he shot off like a firecracker!" cried Claire. Then she turned her attention back to Lynda. The girl was now moving her buttocks around on the ground and breathing very hard. She was straining forward to get every bit of contact possible.
"You're about to come off, too, aren't you? Seeing him get his rocks off really got you going, didn't it?" she observed.
"Ungh," groaned Lynda, "yeah… yeah, I'm getting there fast. Oh, wow, keep frigging me, keep on giving me that good finger. I'm hot as heck oooh."
Claire did as requested but added something of her own. She suddenly opened Lynda's blouse and put her mouth on the black breast she'd been fondling by hand. As soon as she touched her lips to the taut nipple, she felt Lynda move quicker below. In just seconds she was rasping in deep breaths and squeezing her thighs together as hard as she could.
The she grabbed Claire's shoulders and started kissing her on the face and neck as rapidly as her buttocks were moving. She cried out sharply and then fell forward against her friend. The orgasm had drained her of energy and all she wanted to do now was hang on to Claire's shoulders and get her breath back. "Oh, wow, that was groovy," said Lynda.
Claire still had her mouth fastened on Lynda's breast. Now that she was past her climax, she raised her head and was met with a kiss on the lips from Lynda, who began responding again.
"When you socked your mouth onto my titty, it was just what I needed to get my cookies. Wow, you really made me feel good," she said.
"As good as Dana did the other day?" asked Claire. "Did I make you feel as good as she did when we were playing on the grass and I had to be the guard?"
Claire was still somewhat miffed by having missed out on the action that day. True, she had later received Dana's mouth on her genitals, but she had first been obliged to masturbate herself in order to secure relief for herself.
Lynda was surprised at the question, but she knew Claire must consider the matter in a competitive was so she said. "Sure it was the way you did me just now was every bit as good as Dana did that time. Maybe better."
"But I didn't use my mouth on your pussy like she did," Claire reminded. "Are you sure I made you feel as good as she did? You're not fooling me?"
"No, 'course not," Lynda replied. "You ought to know that. You know how it is – how one thing can make you feel real groovy and if somebody else does it, it's different. Well, it works the other way around too, I guess. 'Cause you did something different than what Dana did that day and yet it made me feel just as good."
Finally Claire appeared to be satisfied with her friend's answer. She looked again at the exposed breast she had just been sucking on. She put her hand back on it again. Then she unbuttoned her own blouse and pushed a breast from underneath until it touched the still damp tip of Lynda's.
"Your titty felt so yummy to my lips that I want to rub this against it. Okay?" said Claire.
"Sure!" she responded. "I love to feel your titties no matter where they touch me. Rubbing them against mine is a groovy place. Jeez, keep doing it."
Lynda could tell that her friend was experiencing the arousal that she herself had felt earlier. She wanted to let her friend enjoy the same great enjoyment as she had done. She put her hand in Claire's lap and teasingly plucked at the hollow formed under her skirt by the junction of her thighs. Claire smiled and put her hand back on Lynda's breast. Since their breasts were now touching, her hand was in contact with both Lynda's breast and her own. She found it strangely exciting to be touching herself and Lynda at the same time. It was a little like masturbating herself, she decided.
Lynda said, "Okay, Claire, you keep feeling us both up there and I'll keep the action nice and groovy down below for you," Claire giggled at the realization that Lynda had known she enjoyed touching herself as well as her friend.
"Don't worry," she answered, "I'm keeping my hand on our titties for a long time. It's yummy feeling them both there together. Look at what I'm doing. Our nipples are so close I can rub them both between my fingers at the same time."
But Lynda hardly needed to look. She could quite easily feel the exciting sensation. She continued to concentrate her attention on Claire's lap. Now it wasn't enough to fondle her through the material of her dress, though. She wanted to have her fingers on the naked skin underneath.
"Are you wearing panties, Claire?" she asked.
"Sure, silly," Claire answered. "Just because I don't wear a dumb old bra doesn't mean I quit wearing panties too."
"That's okay," said Lynda, "just checking. It feels so hot on your skirt I thought maybe you'd left them off tonight. I'm going to have my hand under there before long so I'd have found out anyway."
"Oh, really?" said Claire, in mock surprise. "I thought you just happened to lay your hand there and forgot to pick it up. But you sure are welcome to feel and see if I was telling you the truth about wearing panties. It's just that having your hand on my skirt like that had made me so hot you can feel my pussy through my panties and my skirt both. And having our naked nipples together like this doesn't exactly do anything to cool me off, either."
Lynda walked her fingers down the skirt 'til she came to the hem, then began tickling the inner surfaces of Claire's lower thighs with her fingertips.
Claire sat in breathless anticipation of the moment when she would feel the black girl's fingers creep up higher on the insides of her thighs. Although Lynda had enjoyed an exciting climax just minutes before she found that her own responses were active again also. The touch of Claire's bare breast against hers was having a very nice effect on her.
The two young teenagers were so intent on each other that their interest in Tim dwindled completely. But he was still very much concerned about what was going on inside the cabin. Stilt unaware that Lynda and Claire were only a few yards away, watching him masturbating himself, he continued to peer closely through the window where Dana and Vera lay on the couch. But by now the two blondes had already enjoyed each other thoroughly and things were somewhat calmer. There wasn't as much to see from Tim's hiding place outside the window.
Nevertheless, he watched intently as they lay quietly talking. He couldn't hear what they were saying, but he could still feast his eyes on their completely naked bodies.
Vera was now lying on her side, facing the teenager, her hand under her head and her long legs stretched across the couch in a very voluptuous position. Dana was lying on her back with her eyes on Vera's face as they conversed. Her lovely young breasts were displayed in all their perfection on the girl's unblemished chest. Her right leg was raised at the knee and her left leg supported it. The position left the furry center of her loins open to easy view. Tim gazed at the two females and thought to himself that it would be a long time before he had the chance to feast his eyes on two such beauties at once again. It also occurred to him that, under normal circumstances, the mere sight of their pretty naked bodies would in itself be sufficient to make his penis hard. But when he had just witnessed an exciting act of love between them, the naked bodies suffered by comparison in their newer, less active state. He watched eagerly for the possible beginning of new connections between the girls.
Inside the cabin, Vera was telling Dana that they could repeat what they had done only if she told absolutely on one. Dana had so much enjoyed the meeting that she assured her she'd keep quiet. Vera warned to especially not let any of the other girls find out. Before she left the cabin, the two stood embracing at the door even after they had their clothes. Tim watched eagerly, thinking that new love making would ensue. Even when he watched Dana walk away toward the dorm cabin, he wasn't disappointed. He was anxious to get back and crow about being right. He'd told Vera he thought Dana would go for girl love, and she had disagreed. Now she would surely be ready to admit he was right. And the pleasure she had enjoyed because of it would keep her from being sore about being wrong.
As he started toward the front door of Vera's cabin to see her, he thought to himself how much fun it would be to tell her he'd watched the entire proceedings. At first she might be a little irritated, he knew, but she would soon get just as much kick from his voyeuristic trick as he did. But as he walked out of the brush he heard a noise farther up in the woods. He listened again. No doubt about it. It was human voices – whisperings, a few words, and little gasps be couldn't quite make out. He turned from the direction of Vera's house to investigate. Neither Claire nor Lynda heard him coming.
The girls were by now so far along the avenues of their desire that they wouldn't have beard him if he'd driven up in a truck. He couldn't tell what caused the sound until he was about fifty feet away from them. When he finally saw what it was he almost lost his footing and tumbled into the brush. What a sight! Two young girls lying half naked together in the middle of making love! He came as close as he dared, then paused beside a tree to enjoy the view. Then he realized one was Lynda, the young black girl who'd directed him to Vera's cabin when he arrived at camp. And the other the other was little Claire, the fourteen year old who'd come to the cabin with out panties when the others were on their nature trip!
What luck to come across these two. That hot-assed little bitch, he thought to himself. She didn't say anything about grooving on other chicks. Look at her lick that black chick's titties.
The girls had progressed a long way from the point where they'd been when they first quit watching Tim and began getting seriously involved with each other. And he had no idea, of course, that they had been observing him only a short time before.
He watched in fascination. So that's what that, young black girl looked like with her clothes of – damned cute! Lynda, who had begun by having her hand at the hem of Claire's skirt, now had the girl's skirt off and lying on the ground beside them. For some reason, Claire's blouse was still on, although it was flapping open and Tim could easily see both breasts shake and jiggle on her chest with every move. There many, many moves.
Lynda had her mouth on Claire's upper thighs and every time the black girl neared the area of the brunette's groin, Claire would wiggle her hips spiritedly. It seemed to Tim that the young girl was dying to have Lynda's mouth come all the way up to her pubes.
Claire wore nothing but her panties and the blouse that hung loosely from her shoulders. Lynda, to Tim's delight, was wearing even less. He had at least seen Claire naked before – in fact, he'd done much more than see her. But he'd never even gotten to see Lynda very well at all, much less with her clothes off. She lay on the ground with her face in Claire's naked lap and one breast cupped in Claire's open hand. Claire was fondling the shapely globe and Tim could see her titillate the hard, black's little nipple from time to time with her thumb and forefinger. He was glad she didn't have her hands over both breasts. That would have denied him the view of the lovely mound swinging freely underneath her chest as Lynda moved her lips on Claire's upper thighs.
Man, took at her lick Claire's pussy, he thought to himself. And that's the very same little cunt I had my mouth on while the others were on the nature walk. His penis began to raise inside his pants again in spite of the workout he'd given it while spying on Dana and Vera. As he watched the two adolescents play with each other's breasts and pubes, the knob of his penis throbbed with blood and the shaft returned to its former state of stiffness. Why just watch, he asked himself. He had already enjoyed Claire's favors so she surely wouldn't mind his presence. And if the black chick grooved so much on one lover, wouldn't she like two just that much better?
He started to rush to where they lay, but then checked himself. Maybe he should at least until they'd done each other in. After they had reached climax, he'd approach them. The more he watched them, the more he began to think that Lynda had been brought off earlier. She seemed to be doing most of the loving and Claire seemed to be the recipient of it. Watching the shiny black skin in the moonlight fondly rubbing on the pale white nakedness of the other girl made him want to touch them himself more and more. But he held himself in cheek. He was close enough to hear them now and their words excited him nearly as much as their appearance.
"Oh, wow, love, you really got me going now," said Claire. "Your tongue makes goose bumps all over me. Oh, put it in me, Lynda, lick me on the inside with it. You're driving me crazy!"
Damn, thought Tim, I'd like to be over there. I'd, lick every one of those goose bumps and then go for these two big bumps on her chest! He saw Lynda comply at last to her love mate's feverish request. Her mouth covered the muff at the center of the fourteen year olds loins and her tongue shot into the hot crevice of her sex like a pig into a pickle barrel. Claire caught her breath and jerked her arms to Lynda's shoulders. She ran them over her collarbone and grabbed one of the firm, shiny black breasts in each hand. She squeezed so hard it seemed to Tim that Lynda would have been in pain. But if anything did hurt her, there would have been no way to tell it – her mouth was locked so tightly onto Claire's vulva that it would have been impossible for her to speak.
He saw Claire raise her long pale legs and wrap them all the way around Lynda's black neck. She began a slow pumping movement then that made Tim certain she must be very near her release. She rocked her pale-skinned buttocks up and down on the green grass and Tim heard little, noises erupt from her throat. Seconds later, the sound had increased to a kind of yelping whine.
Lynda was egging her on. "Come on, honey. Get it oh now, get it on for, yourself. Spread your legs and take my tongue?" Then she darted her mouth back onto Claire's tender genitals.
The movements of Claire's buttocks became more and more agitated and Tim saw her throw her legs apart and scream, then sink backward onto the ground. She lay flat and no sounds came from either of the girls.
Even after it was obvious that Claire had reached orgasm, Tim waited longer, than he'd anticipated before approaching them. He was so entranced with the beauty of them lying in each other's arms that he hated to disturb them. For several minutes they lay quietly and he stayed in position watching from time to time one of the girls would reach a hand across the other girl's body and pat her affectionately, but there was a minimum of movement. Once in a while one would whisper into the other's ear, but he was too far away to make out what was being said.
The entire picture of their naked bodies under the high moon was one he wished he could have preserved on film. Maybe even in a painting. The way their rounded young curves flowed into each other and melted together… a slim leg here, a tender breast here, a pair of moist lips there… combined to make an incredibly seductive scene. Only when Lynda made a move to roll off her lover's legs and reach for an article of clothing did Tim intrude on their idyll. He stepped closer and called out to Lynda in a stage whisper.
"Wait a minute, sugar, don't pull all those clothes on again and cover yourself up. You're a hell of a lot prettier with nothing on and your ass sticking out naked like that," he said.
She jumped like she was shot. "Who's that? Who's doing that talking? Where you at, mister? What you want?" she asked in rapid fire speed.
She couldn't see him yet because she didn't know, where to look, but then he stepped closer and she saw him for the first time. She raised her blouse up to cover her naked, fully packed breasts but then realized that left her loins completely bare. She dropped the blouse in front of her furry muff but then saw that her shiny breasts were left naked by the move. Tim didn't answer. He just stood watching the lovely, flustered teenager try unsuccessfully to cover herself.
Claire had heard every word he said but had been too surprised and frightened to speak. But then she recognized the voice. She looked up from where she still lay on her back and spoke to Lynda. "Wait a minute, I know who that is," she said. Then she directed her voice out toward the bushes.
"Tim? Tim, I know that's you. Where are you? How come you're out here spying on us, anyway?" she called out.
Tim walked all the way over to where the pair were. For the first time they could both see clearly who it was and they both knew what he was doing there once it had dawned on them. He had quit watching the cabin window and come to where they lay when they started so much noise he heard them.
"Don't get shook, kids," he said. "At least I didn't just rush up and butt in while you were still loving each other up. I've been here watching you for quite a little while now."
The girls turned to each other and Claire's face was red. Lynda seemed equally embarrassed but it didn't show on her dark-complexioned face. They both started grabbing for clothes and yanking them on. Lynda ripped a seam in her blouse trying to jerk it on too fast and Claire stuck her toe through the end of her sock.
"Hold on a minute, kids," Tim said. "No need to rush. I've got a lot of time."
They failed to find any humor in his joke. They were the ones that didn't have any time. They were already a little late to the dorm cabin and knew they'd be in trouble if they were missed at bed check.
"The least you could do is introduce me to your friend, Claire," Tim said. He indicated that he was referring to Lynda by a sweep of the hand. "Or doesn't she know that you and I have met?"
Lynda hadn't known anything about it until then. A look into Claire's eyes told her the whole story without the pretty brunette having to say a word. They shrugged their shoulders at each other. It was understood and forgotten in the same instant.
Lynda spoke up. "I've met you too. Remember the day you were looking for Miss Kressler's cabin and I showed you where it was?"
"Oh, sure, honey, I remember that. It's just that I don't consider that to be a real meeting. I mean, not when you compare it with the meeting that Claire and I had," he answered.
Lynda remembered that he said he'd been there for a while watching them. "Well," she said, "if you've been there very long then you've seen everything I've got. I don't know how we could meet any more than that."
The girls had slowed down the donning on their clothes when they started talking to Tim. All Lynda had done was put her panties on and Claire had only had time to toss her skirt over her legs without even fastening the waistband. Her panties were lying on the grass beside them. Their other clothes were thrown helter-skelter about the small clearing in which they lay.
"Come on Claire," said Tim, "your friend here seems to be scared of me or something. Why don't you tell her I won't bite her. I might lick her a little bit, but I'd never do anything to harm her. When you were with me the other day there wasn't anything that you didn't like, was there? In fact, if I remember right, you told me a few times that day that you just loved what I was doing to you. Isn't that right?"
Claire couldn't help herself. She had to smile at that. "It's okay, Lynda. He's a nice guy. I mean, be shouldn't have come up and spied on us like that and he shouldn't have got to see us doing the things we were doing to each other. But I guess we shouldn't be too mad at him," she told her friend.
Lynda's frown faded but she wasn't yet entirely convinced she should completely accept his presence. On the other hand, it was kind of groovy the way he was looking over her half-naked body with such obvious admiration.
Claire leaned over and whispered in Lynda's ear so Tim couldn't hear what was said. "Heck Lynda," she said, "remember, we were spying on him just a little while before he came and caught us. We shouldn't be uptight just because he came and sneaked a peek at us. Just think – he doesn't even know we watched him play with himself."
Lynda decided she was right. She dropped her hostile pose. She was still concerned about being late to the dorm cabin, however. She told Claire of her fear.
"Dana's the oldest, so she takes bed check," Claire explained to Tim. "If we're not there, we'll get a lot of shit about it."
"Dana? She's the one that checks to see if you're in bed?" Tim asked. "Then your worries are over. It just so happens that I just saw her leave your troop leader's cabin. And I'm pretty sure she's going to go straight to her cubicle and go to sleep. She looked awfully tired as she left the cabin. If you know what I mean."
Lynda and Claire darted their faces toward one another. Things were fitting into place. That means that Tim had been looking through Miss Kressler's window because…
"Heck with her then," said Lynda. "She won't do nothing to us. She won't report us. Not if she knows what's good for her."
Claire was amazed to find that Miss Kressler and Dana had been together in her cabin. That must mean that their troop leader liked girls. She was well aware, of course, of Dana's sexual interests. It was Dana who had introduced Claire herself to the delights of girl love the first night at camp.
And Lynda, who had been seduced by Miss Kressler, was surprised only because she'd thought she herself had been the only girl at camp that Vera had had anything to do with. A touch of jealousy welled up inside her. She sure as heck wasn't going to worry about bed check if Dana, Vera's most recent lover, was the one making it. Dana could just go screw herself, Lynda decided with a vengeance. "I'm in no big rush to head for the dorm cabin if you aren't, Claire," she said aloud.
Tim smiled approval. "Now there's a girl that makes a lot of sense, Claire. Don't you agree?" he said.
The pretty brunette grinned. "Well, maybe we could stay a little while longer," she admitted.
Tim was delighted the new girls were going along with his wishes. He didn't know what it was Claire had whispered into Lynda's ear but as long as it resulted in them staying longer, he didn't care. The moonlight over their half-naked young bodies was a sight to behold if there ever was one, Tim thought, and if the black girl felt half as good as she looked, he was going to just have to get his hands under her clothes. He sat down beside the pair and they could both, see that his penis was stiff under his pants.
Lynda was both fascinated and frightened by it. "Seeing us naked's making you want to do things to us, I bet. I'm not scared to maybe let you have a few feels," she candidly declared, "but if you think you're going to shove that thing in me and break my cherry then you better…"
Claire interrupted her friend. "It's okay, Lynda," she said, "he knows about that stuff. He was real careful with me and didn't even come close to splitting mine or making me bleed."
Tim was grateful for the unsolicited recommendation. He beamed at Claire and chucked her under the chin. "See, sugar," he said to Lynda "what your friend says? You don't have to worry none about me getting rough with you."
He let his hand fall slowly from Claire's face and the chin – chuck became a titty-fondle. Claire saucily permitted his fingers to caress the entire upper surface of her bare breast but when he came close to her pert nipple, she teasingly avoided contact.
He turned his attention to Lynda and touched her cheek with his fingertips. "See, honey, does this feel rough to you? Well, if you let me stick my hand a few other places I have in mind, I guarantee you it'll be even smoother than that."
She grinned and glanced at Claire.
"When I was watching you girls a while ago, you seemed to be getting most of the loving, Claire," he said, "How come? Doesn't Lynda here get to have any of that good stuff done to her?"
The girls didn't bother to tell him all the details of how Lynda had had her vulva sucked by Claire the first time around and that Lynda was more or less reciprocating when he had seen them.
Claire just said, "Well, maybe it's her turn to get some of it then, Tim."
The black girl looked at him boldly. She eyed the lump under his pants and said, "From the looks of that knot in your pants, you're ready to give somebody some loving right now. If that thing won't go wild on me when it comes out of your pants, I might like to have it play around with me some."
Tim's penis throbbed monstrously at her provocative words. Claire smiled to see it move.
"Claire, why don't you show her how nice my cock is when I let it come out and play with sweet girl like you two?" he suggested.
Claire knew what he meant and she was up to carrying out Tim's wishes with no qualms. She reached straight to his crotch and unzipped his fly, allowing his organ to spring forth in all its glory. The red knob shone brightly under the moon and the shaft stood straight as a soldier in formation. Claire took hold of it and motioned to Lynda. "Go ahead and feel it if you want to. See?"
But Tim objected. "Wait a minute, sweetheart. It's Lynda's turn to get a little love, remember? She's been giving you a lot. Now we ought to give her some back. You and I both can do that, huh, Claire?"
Lynda smiled at his little speech and sat transfixed by the turgid instrument in his fly.
Claire indicated her willingness to participate as he directed her to do. Tim stood up on his knees and gave Lynda a firm but soft kiss on the mouth. To his great pleasure she responded by opening her lips and allowing his tongue to enter her mouth. He enjoyed the wet thrill of her mouth for several seconds, then pulled himself from her and spoke to Claire.
"Why don't you get those panties off of her while I take care of the top?" he said. He pushed Lynda gently down on her back and told her to raise her knees. Then he stood astraddle of her and reached for her slim, naked waist. "Upsy-daisy," he called out, and raised her bodily while Claire did the honors of slipping the girl's panties off over her slender long legs. He looked backward and saw the pouting swell of her vulva underneath a growth of wiry pubic hair. The dark slit in the center exerted a very strong attraction on him and he started to head straight for it, forgetting about Claire's projected part in the scene. But he stopped himself at the last moment and continued with his earlier idea.
He got on his knees above her chest and she looked up to see his penis sticking out above her thin. Claire was already busy between the girl's dusky thighs, so he patted her on the head for her efforts and turned back to Lynda. "Make it nice and sweet for her down at that end, Claire, will you?" he called back over his shoulder. "While you're giving that little pussy a nice going over, I'm going to take care of these cute tits of hers."
Claire was sitting between Lynda's legs facing the girl's pubes and Tim's back as he straddled her. When he heard Claire's fingers making a slip-slop sound behind him, he proceeded to grasp the teenager's beautiful black breasts in his fingertips. He saw her face go slack and her eyes close from the pleasure of the double attentions she was receiving from them.
He rubbed his fingers lightly and lovingly over her dusky smooth skin from forehead to stomach. He touched her cheeks, her sensuous mouth, her fragile ribs and the tips of her full breasts. She squirmed under their touch and behind him, Claire could feel her legs moving back and forth against her friend's buttocks.
Then Tim grasped his penis in hand and said to her, "You were real interested in seeing this thing, weren't you? Well, you're going to see it now and you're going to feel it. You're going to have your titties plumb full of this cock, honey."
With that he lowered his pelvis so that his buttocks were lust a hair's breadth above her flat stomach. The stiffened penis was pointed through the wide gap between her two pert black breasts and his testicles rested lightly on her stomach in the center of her rib cage. "Here it is, sugar, see it?" he said. "Now feel it with those cute little knockers. There there, how's that? You like to have it on your tithes like this?"
He placed the knob of it in the hollow between her breasts first and rubbed it back and forth until it was finally touching both her breasts as he waved it between them. Then he lowered himself so that she could feel the length of his shaft as well. Her eyes opened and she stared at the organ with surprise and pleasure. She'd never heard of a person rubbing his penis on a girl's breasts, but it sure did feel good. Especially when your genitals were being simultaneously fondled below by the soft, smooth fingers of your girl friend. She sighed aloud.
Tim reached behind him and stroked one of Claire's naked, bobbing breasts for being so good with her hands on the black girl's genitals. Then he started rolling his organ all along the smooth surface of Lynda's succulent breasts and stomach, paying special attention to the two delightfully firm tips. He rubbed the head and shaft up and into direct contact with the dark, aroused nipples many times. Each time she felt the hard instrument press the warm softness of her tender breasts she would breath a quick, deep intake of air. Tim could see that she was becoming extremely aroused from the passes of the organ over her firm young mammaries.
She began to open and close her mouth. She started breathing through her mouth, inhaling a hearty lungful of air, then exhaling it in slow, sensual gusts. Tim could feel the warmth of her breath on his stiff penis every time she breathed out. He heard the slip-slop sound behind him increase in speed and turned his head back toward Claire. The girl's face was damp and her hair was sticking to her cheeks and forehead. She grinned at him and pointed downward with a nod of her head toward the girl's organs.
"Look bow wet she's getting, Tim," she said.
"Her cunt juice is overflowing and running down her legs already. I'm really wanting to suck her. Can I go down on her and give her a nice mouth job? She's getting my cunt so hot I have to do something or I'm going to pop or go blind."
Tim was waiting for Claire to play with the girl's organs all she wanted and then he was going to switch places with her. But he hadn't expected Claire to grow so aroused in such a short time. He could see she was dying to use her mouth on Lynda and he didn't want to deprive her of the act. But he had planned all along to put his mouth on the pretty black girl's organs once she got hot enough. While be was momentarily thinking what to do, he was amazed to see Lynda start waving her hands in the air. She had been opening and closing her mouth for along time, but now she was grabbing the air with her hands.
His penis was still applying its hot, heavy presence to the area of her naked breasts. As he looked down at her, she suddenly made contact with his organ. As soon as she touched it, she grasped it tightly in her fingers and a big smile spread over her face. She had been feeling for it with her wild sweeps in the air, searching it out so that she could touch it with her fingers and play with it.
Tim was overjoyed at her new desire. She now had it with both hands and was making little squeezes on it. "Honey, if you want to play with my cock you're more than welcome. If I'd known you wanted to handle my meat, I'd have dame sure given it to you before," he said to her.
She only smiled and worked her fingers up and down his hard shaft. For a short time he kneaded her breasts with his eager fingers. Then he realized his problem with Claire was solved. If Lynda liked handling his penis that much, she could keep it if he'd simply turn around. He raised his body from the straddling position over her stomach and turned so that he was now facing her feet. His legs now straddled her head, with his penis hanging straight above it. Her hands had never left the organ all during his move and she could still continue to play with it now while he put his mouth to work on her genitals.
Claire looked in surprise to see the new position. Tim was now facing her over Lynda's curly muff of pubic hair. She looked down between his legs and saw that Lynda was masturbating him from below while he faced her over the black girl's body. She stretched her pretty face up and gave him a big kiss on the lips. Keeping one hand busy between Lynda's thighs, she threw the free one across his shoulders and hugged him to her, letting him feel the pressure of her two bobbing, naked breasts against his chest. She was breathing hard and obviously growing more excited by the second.
"This… this is perfect," she gasped. "Now now you can go down on her too, Tim. See? We can both eat her pussy out at the same time. Oh, wow, I bet she'll love that. Gosh, I would. And… and you and I will be kissing each other as we work on her with our lips!"
Since her idea was exactly what Tim had in mind when he turned around and, left his penis over Lynda's head for her to play with, he nodded enthusiastically to Claire and said, "Right! Here, sweety, give me a kiss up here before we go bobbing for Lynda's snatch!"
She energetically met his mouth again and bestowed a wet kiss, then waited for him to lower his head to Lynda's organs first. On his way down, Tim saw why she had been so magnanimous and allowed him to go first. When he reached the half-way point on his way down, Claire's breasts were just in line with his face. She had obviously planned the move. "Here," she exclaimed, thrusting them both into his face, "have a little bite of these on your way down to Lynda's pussy! Wouldn't a little snack like this be groovy before you eat her pussy with me?"
He accepted one of the smooth mounds between his lips and enjoyed the feel and taste of it so much that he was reluctant to leave it even to go on down to Lynda's genitals. It was Claire who at last broke away.
"Came on, man, let's kiss Lynda's cunt for her. Your mouth feels fantastic on my titty, but I've been dying to suck her cunt for a long time and I know you have too. Let's give it to her!"
With that, the two of them both dropped their faces toward Lynda's moist organs. By turning their laces sideways, the two found that they could easily make contact with her vulva and still be able to kiss each other's lips Tim had long anticipated licking and sucking the black girl's genitals, but having the extra thrill of kissing Claire's juicy red mouth at the same time was a pleasure he had not even dreamed of.
He found himself looking directly into Claire's eyes and feeling the smooth texture of her lips at the same time he bestowed a wet kiss on Lynda's heated organs. The two of them moved their heads around and kissed each other's mouth in a dozen different positions while be gave Lynda the time of her life by plastering a welter of double kisses on her waiting vulva.
Lynda had been enjoying every minute of masturbating Tim's stiff cock, and she had dearly enjoyed the feel of Claire's busy, clever fingers of the lips of her naked genitals. But when she experienced having both of them put their wet, warm lips on her pulsating vulva at the same time, the thrill was incredible. She didn't even realize how it was being done at first – only that the feeling was wonderful, and she wanted it to go on and on. When she looked down between her legs and saw what was taking place she had a sudden urge to do something she'd never done in her life.