At first the young girl pretended the noise she heard was nothing but the wind rushing through the tall pines outside the cabin. At the age of fourteen, she considered herself too old to be frightened by a few stray sounds in the dark. But she couldn't keep herself from ducking her head under the cover and burrowing her turned-up nose under the pillow. She pressed her adolescent breasts into the smooth sheet and hugged one arm across her trim midriff for comfort. The light scuffling sound came again, closer this time, and she drew the lengths of her slim thighs up under the covers until her rounded knees were tight against the hardened tips of her small brown nipples. She lay in a ball in the middle of the unfamiliar bed and felt her heart trip faster and faster. She had to admit now that the noise wasn't coming from outside the cabin at all.
Suddenly she heard a girl's voice whisper to her from out of the darkness. "Claire! Claire, are you awake? Don't be scared, it's just me. I slipped down to your cubicle barefoot so no one would hear me. Be real quiet and I'll slip under the covers with you," said the mysterious intruder.
Claire froze when she recognized who it was. It had to be Dana, the cute blonde two years her senior, the girl who had shared Claire's bus seat with her on the long ride through the forests to the campgrounds. She lay stiff as a poker, hoping the older girl would think she was asleep and go away.
"Claire," persisted Dana, "come on, wake up. Did you think I was kidding when I told you I'd sneak to your bed tonight? If it's Miss Kressler you're worried about, forget it! She turned out the lights in her cabin over two hours ago. I would have come to see you a long time ago if it hadn't been for Sally and Lynda. I thought they'd never shut up and go to sleep so I could sneak down the hall past their cubicles without them hearing me."
Claire kept her mouth tightly closed. The thought of Sally or Lynda or any of the members of Campfire Girls, Troop 73, catching Dana in her bed, was simply awful. She'd had no idea Dana was serious earlier that day. Somewhere, Claire had once heard, there were supposed to be girls who did things with other girls. She could hardly believe it, but Dana must be one of them.
But the bold sixteen-year-old took Claire's silence in a way the inexperienced young girl never intended. Instead of leaving, she sat down on the edge of her bed. It was clear she wasn't about to go away. Claire felt the covers raise along her side and realized she was about to have a bed partner whether she wanted one or not. She was glad her back was turned to Dana because her face was red as a beet from embarrassment. At home her folks always made her wear a nightgown or pajamas to bed, but she had celebrated the freedom of her first night at camp by taking off everything except the panties she had been wearing under her dark green Campfire Girl's uniform.
"Oh, a heavy sleeper, huh?" she heard Dana whisper to herself. "Then you're about to wake up in a very groovy way."
Claire knew it was too late to do anything except continue her act. If she jumped up or started talking to her, one of the other girls was bound to wake up and hear them. How would she explain Dana being in her cubicle? And if Miss Kressler ever found out, she was certain she would be in big trouble.
She felt the sudden warmth of Dana's body against her back and felt a bead of sweat on her upper lip at the thought of what seemed about to happen to her. Pretending to be asleep had backfired on her. If Dana found out she was awake, she'd simply think that Claire had wanted her in bed but had been too shy to answer.
Dana rubbed her hand up and down Claire's back a few times and Claire hoped it might not go any further. Then she felt the older girl's hand cross her ribs and begin softly caressing her flat stomach. Slowly, carefully, Dana traced her fingertips around and around her navel, then reached upward. Claire was very aware of the fact that she'd left her brassiere off because she soon sensed Dana's warm fingers at the very base of her naked breast. First she kept her own arm folded stiffly across her nipples, but then relaxed it and allowed Dana to touch her there too. She was afraid she'd let her know she wasn't really asleep if she kept it in place.
"Come on, love, wake up," Dana purred into her ear. "I love the feel of your titties, but don't you want to feel me up too, like I'm doing you?"
Claire felt the blood rush to her face at the thought of putting her hands on Dana's breasts. She certainly had a pair, that was for sure. She remembered how well the older girl had filled out the sweater she'd been wearing in the bus and how she could tell they were naked underneath because of the way her two nipples poked out against the fabric. Her own weren't nearly as big as Dana's, she knew, but they were still growing and she knew they were plenty big for her age from the way the boys all looked down her blouse whenever they got half a chance.
She rolled onto her back and emitted what she hoped would sound like grumbling sleep noises to Dana. The movement pushed Dana away a few inches and made her fall off Claire's exposed breasts for an instant. She meant to make her think she was fast asleep and was being disturbed, but it didn't work.
Dana giggled to herself and whispered, "Beginning to feel good, isn't it? I bet you've let yourself get so hot you need a little action somewhere else, huh? You like the way I'm milking that titty of yours and it's getting your twat all hot for some finger fucking, right? I bet you're having a wet dream ... if you're asleep, that is."
Claire flinched at the words "finger fucking" because she wasn't used to hearing such language. But what really got to her was Dana's hint that she was awake. Was it possible she'd known the truth all along? Claire's mind was in a whirl. Dana was doing things to her she thought were terrible, yet a new feeling was beginning to flow through her young frame-a sensation of lazy torpor that frightened her. Her muscles were no longer taut, she was relaxed in spite of herself, and Dana's bold caresses were starting to affect her in a funny way. She had to admit it. She was liking the forbidden contact of the older girl's hands on her naked breasts and stomach.
Gosh, she thought, could it be ... could it be that I'm queer? I know I shouldn't be letting her do stuff like this to me, but-but it feels as good as when a boy does it.
Claire was a virgin and her petting experience was limited to the two or three times she'd let a boy achieve a fleeting touch of her maturing young breasts. But she had certainly entertained thoughts of what it would be like to have a boy massage her there for a long time, or maybe even slip his hand between her legs and touch her there. And a girl, not a boy, was actually performing the acts.
Dana rose above Claire and looked at her half-naked form in the moonlight that came through a high window. The younger girl's eyes were tightly closed-a little too tightly, perhaps-but her sensual lips were parted. The twin peaks of her small breasts rose white and snowy on her chest and a thick mantle of black, curly hair covered the pillow and reached down over her softly rounded shoulders.
"Okay, love," she whispered, "I don't care if you're asleep or not as long as you lie there and let me work on you. I'd love to have you feel me up like I'm doing to you, but you don't have to. You're so cute. I'm going to give you lots of love whether I get any back or not."
Claire was only slightly relieved. She was still very nervous about the way Dana was making her feel and hoped no one would ever find out about them. She promised herself that just this once she'd lie still and let Dana do what she wanted. She squinted one eye open ever so slightly and was able to see the blonde teenager above her. She was propped up on one elbow and smiling. Her hair hung straight down and was long enough to almost reach her nipples. Claire saw that Dana was still wearing a loose robe that opened all the way down the front. As she ran her hand slowly down Claire's naked stomach toward the waistband of her panties, she saw that only the skimpy robe covered her. She could easily see the girl's round, fully packed mammaries. And between her thighs, sprouted an abundant mass of brownish-blonde curls. Claire had never seen the naked crotch of any girl except those of her own age or younger, and the fullness of Dana's pubic growth fascinated her completely.
Then she saw Dana shrug off her loose-fitting robe and let her full breasts jut out in all their glory. At the same time she saw her slip a hand under the top of her panties and lower her blonde head downward toward her. She closed her eyes quickly to keep from being discovered. Her heart beat faster as the older girl lowered herself. Claire thought she was about to be kissed on the lips, but instead she felt Dana's hair brush her exposed breasts and seconds later the girl's mouth was firmly kissing her upturned little mounds.
Claire almost swooned from the surprise of having another person's mouth on her breasts. She gasped out loud and knew there was no use pretending to be asleep anymore. She had given herself away. Dana placed her wet, open lips first on one nipple and then on the other as Claire squirmed beneath her from the pleasure of it. She felt the girl's hand slip on into her panties and then fingers playing in the curly black muff of her loins. Dana's blonde hair swung back and forth and her lips made a delicate sucking noise as she mouthed the tips of the younger girl's firm, milk-smooth little mounds.
"I thought you were awake!" whispered Dana. "You're just like I was before I ever did anything with a girl, I bet. You love the way it feels but you think it's nasty. Don't worry, I won't tell if you won't. And I promise you, you're gonna-" she interrupted herself for a deep breath between mouthings of Claire's breasts-"you're gonna get your jollies from it, too! Know what I mean?"
Claire had masturbated plenty of times before but she had never let anyone else do it to her. From her own efforts she had been able to reach climax ever since she was about twelve and she now was being offered the secret delight by someone else.
"Ummmm ... sure," she answered. It was the first time she had spoken to Dana. "Sure I know what you mean. Gee ... I-I've never done anything like ,this before but it feels so good I ... ummmm ... I know you can make me do it!"
Dana was so hot she was dying to have her own body touched. She lowered herself against Claire's nakedness and let the younger girl's thick black hair cover her face as she rubbed cheeks. She took Claire's hand and placed it on the damp swelling of one of her large breasts. At first Claire just left it still, but then Dana pushed her fingers through the black pubic hair all the way to her virginal red lips and Claire was moved to grasp the proffered breast with joy. She felt the older girl's fingers busily toying with the pouting secret lips at the center of her thighs.
"Oh, wow ... you're really ... ummmm, you're making my pussy feel terrific!" she whispered to Dana. If she had been less aroused it would have shocked her to hear the word "pussy," much less to say it herself to another girl. But Dana's soft, feminine fingers were making her so excited she didn't know what to do.
"You sure are wet," Dana told her. "I bet your cunt was getting wet from the time I sneaked into your bed, wasn't it? Boy, wait 'til I get you nice and slick down there and then spread your legs and get ready to have a nice sweet come!"
Claire didn't answer her question. Her mind was on something else. She was squeezing and releasing Dana's fat breast and rubbing her fingertips gingerly across the girl's taut nipple.
"You sure do have a nice pair," she ventured shyly, complimenting Dana. "They're so groovy. I'd never wear a bra if mine were that nice. Hope mine are this swell when I'm your age."
She was amazing herself with her own comments. She knew she was saying things she wouldn't dream of saying normally. As Dana worked away between her legs, she grew more and more excited. She knew very well what was loosening her mouth to say dirty words and she wanted more of it from the older girl. She put both of her hands on Dana's breasts and milked them slowly toward the nipples.
"Oh ... go ahead, Dana, do anything you want to. Put your finger in and ream my pussy out good if you want to. I've never been fucked by a boy so I'm still tight there, but I'll spread my legs and let you in as far as I can. Oh ... oh, never mind, just keep doing what you're doing now. Wow, it's great when you finger me and make me all wet like that."
Dana wrapped her legs around slender thighs and calves that were covered with sweat from the new thrill she was giving the younger girl. She plastered the damp, blondish junction of her thighs against the side of Claire's jutting hipbone and began masturbating herself by hunching against it while she kept up the manual stimulation of Claire's wet organs.
"Ungh ... ungh," she moaned in Claire's ear, "that's the way, let me dry fuck you like this and I can get my jollies while I give you the business with my fingers."
But Claire wasn't the only girl who heard Dana's words. The two teenagers were still whispering all right, but in their excitement it was more of a stage whisper. The cubicle adjacent to Claire's was occupied by a dark-eyed, twelve-year-old girl of Mexican extraction named Rosa. At the height of her passion, Dana made little squealing noises that awakened Rosa. She misunderstood what was going on, so Dana was able to make it back to her own cubicle without being discovered. But the next morning at the long wooden breakfast table where all the girls ate together, Rosa made a remark about being awakened in the middle of the night by "some girls fighting."
Claire and Dana exchanged a quick glance and then averted their eyes. No one else had heard them, so they were safe ... for this time. But the matter was carefully noted by the troop leader, as well as the girls.
Afterward, Claire was scared. "Do you think Miss Kressler suspected anything from what Rosa said?" she asked Dana.
"No, don't worry. I don't think she even paid any attention to what she said. Even if she did, she probably just thought a couple of us were having a pillow fight or something," answered Dana.
But she was very wrong. As soon as Vera Kressler assigned her young charges to their morning chores, she returned alone to her cabin. She made sure the door was locked before stripping off her clothes and stepping under a hot shower. Rosa's comment was still very much on her mind-but for a reason that would have shocked every one of the Campfire Girls under her guidance. When Vera had applied for the summer job as troop leader for the Campfire Girls, there was a very important fact about her personal life that she took great pains to keep secret. The administrators who hired Vera would have been outraged if they had known the truth about her-that for all of her healthy good looks and winning personality, Vera Kressler was a bi-sexual. She engaged in sex with members of either gentler, and had done so ever since her youth.
At twenty-six, Vera was still young, of course. But since the girls in Troop 73 ranged in age from sixteen down to nine, they all thought of her as being much older.
She stepped from the shower and admired her body in the steamy mirror. She smiled at herself, pleased with the reflection of her own nakedness. Her long blonde hair appeared much darker than it really was because of the water. Rivulets of moisture ran down her sides and over the swelling curves of her lush breasts and buttocks. She was a beautifully proportioned woman, with long slender legs and blue eyes. Back when girls had worn brassieres, her size had been 38C, so she wasn't skinny by anyone's standards-yet her waist was so small people always turned to look at her as she passed by. The combination gave her a very sexy walk which just came naturally. And, equally natural for Vera was her attractiveness to men-not to mention other girls, from time to time.
She was quite sure that young Rosa had overheard something other than a fight the night before. And for the first time it dawned on her that perhaps some of her girls just might have homosexual tendencies. Vera had honestly taken the job as Campfire Girl troop leader to earn extra money during the summer, and for no other reason. If it was sex she was after, she told herself, there was plenty waiting for her back in the city. Even though she enjoyed making love to other girls, kids only nine to sixteen years of age were too young to interest her, she had always believed. But kids seemed to grow up awfully fast these days. She'd noticed that Dana, the sixteen-year-old, sported a well-developed figure as shapely as plenty of women in their twenties. And as far as firmness went, the girl had undoubtedly had them beat.
For the first three days things went on smoothly. But then something happened that Vera hadn't counted on. She had a wet dream one night and woke up with her hand between her legs. The dark blonde bush of hair between her legs was damp as a sponge. Her pubes were still quaking from the after-effects.
This is ridiculous, she thought to herself, I haven't come off in a dream like that since I was too young to get regular fucking. It's a lot harder doing without it than I thought it would be. Then she turned crimson even though no one was around to see. The details of the dream assailed her and she recalled that naked young girls no older than those in her troop played a very prominent role in it. Their identities had been hazy. But the sensual picture of one youngster lying half naked in her arms was quite memorable. Before Vera was able to rise that morning, she treated herself to a long, slow bout of masturbation that ended in a blessed rush of warm relief for her excited organs. It had been months and months since she'd had the need to accommodate herself with her own hands, but the dream she'd had seemed to make it absolutely vital that she do so.
She showered slowly, ending up with a brace of cold water to further quell any leftover physical desire, then joined the girls. Being from a large city, Troop 73 was made up of girls of every description-tall, short, slim, chubby, quiet, extroverted-and there were even a few young black girls and one Oriental.
It was Lynda, a fifteen-year-old black girl, who presented Vera with her next problem. It should have been quite simple, but in the back of Vera's mind now was the dream she'd had, the dream in which she had actually been sexually involved with one of her teenage charges. Lynda had cut her leg on a sharp rock as she jumped across a small creek and it was Vera's duty, of course, to treat the wound. Although it was not deep, it was bad enough to require a light dressing.
Cold water quickly washed off her shin, but then Vera realized a bit of blood was still coming from underneath Lynda's Campfire Girl's skirt. She knelt on the floor in front of the girl and dabbed at the thin trickle that ran down from somewhere underneath the skirt.
"Can you get to it, Miss Kressler? Need me to raise my skirt some so you can see better?" asked Lynda.
Vera had already noticed that being close to the girl's naked legs was having an effect on her. "Seeing better" up the attractive teenager's lithe black leg was exactly what she didn't need-but she had to attend to the injury. "Uh-yes, Lynda. You better raise the hem of your skirt a bit so I can get to it," she answered finally.
This is strictly in the line of duty, she told herself, as the young girl revealed several inches of her smooth, chocolate-colored thigh. This is a medical necessity and it's my job to handle it. There's ... nothing personal about-
Lynda interrupted her thoughts. "Ooooo, that stuff sure does sting a lot," she exclaimed. "Hope it don't hurt like that when you get up higher."
Vera saw that although the shallow laceration was confined to her shin and thigh, bad scratch marks went still higher. She switched an oil-base antiseptic for the alcohol she'd been using and soon Lynda said, "Oh, that's a lot better. Thanks. Here, let me get all the way out of my skirt."
Vera immediately wished the girl hadn't been so ready to reveal what was underneath her clothes but it was too late now. She automatically turned her head away as Lynda stood up from the bed and unbuttoned the waistband. When the garment slid off the girl's slender long legs and left her standing with it in rumpled pile at her shoe tops, Vera had to steel herself. The girl was certainly no child, that was for sure. Her cheap white cotton panties were distended in front by a gracefully contoured hillock. Vera found herself thinking of what a soft, abundant growth of pubic coils must be responsible for the bulge. In addition, Lynda's buttocks jutted prominently outward in the saucy angle that seems exclusive to the Negro race. Her dark green shirt covered her torso, but it was obvious to Vera that the fifteen-year-old already possessed enough honest filling for her brassiere to qualify as an adult.
"I think you'd better lie down, Lynda," began Vera, with a trace of nervousness in her voice. She massaged the antiseptic into the silken skin of Lynda's upper thighs and when she reached the topmost scratches she kept right on going. There was no response from the girl to dissuade her. When her fingers were barely an inch from the crotch of her underpants, Lynda half raised herself and said, "Wow! Did I go and scratch myself all the way up by my snatch? "
No sooner were the words out of her mouth than Lynda clapped a hand over her mouth and began apologizing for using such language. Vera was quick and firm with her answer.
"Don't be embarrassed, I can see you're quite old enough to use words like that. After all, it's not as though you'd said it in front of a boy. I know all about what's underneath your panties, Lynda. Why shouldn't I-I'm a girl too, I have the same equipment you do."
Lynda seemed dumbfounded at the unexpected camaraderie, but she was also delighted by it. "Yeah, if I said something like that in front of a boy, it'd probably get him all hot."
Even as she finished the sentence, Vera was already boldly pressing her fingers all around the crotch of the girl's underwear. She no longer made a pretense of applying antiseptic. She knew very well that the girl was beginning to enjoy her manipulations but didn't want to give evidence of the feeling. She thrust her thumb and forefinger under the skin-tight leg band of the thin panties and at last touched the wonderful muff of springy coils.
"And if a boy got hot around you, I bet he'd just love to do this to you, wouldn't he?" posed Vera.
Lynda raised her head from the bed and her eyes were large. At first Vera was fearful she'd jump up from the bed but she soon saw that her authority and confidence was putting Lynda at ease.
"Ye-yes, ma'am, I ... I guess he would love to feel me up some like that," the girl replied. Then she giggled and said she sure hoped what Vera was doing to her was okay. A warm smile from the woman convinced her to relax and enjoy it. Vera was now down on her knees beside the edge of the bed and Lynda's long legs were stretched shamelessly apart right in front of her.
The girl giggled again and said, "Any boy that got to see what you're seeing would want to do more, too. A lot more!"
"Boys aren't the only ones that can make a girl come off, you know," said Vera. Her face was flushed now, and the funny way she was looking at her made Lynda want to be closer still to the blonde woman. "Girls can make other girls come off, too, you know. If the girl has a sweet, fat cunt between her legs like the one you've got there. Swear to me you won't breathe a word of this to any of the other girls and I'll show you what I mean," Vera continued.
"Gosh," wheezed the young girl, as she felt her panties being tugged off her pelvis, "you got me feeling so groovy I'm all flustered. 'Course I won't tell anybody. Think I'm stupid? She-e-e-it, Miss Kressler, you've got my snatch so hot I sure don't want you to stop now!"
Vera drew the white cotton panties off over Lynda's trim black ankles and stared hungrily at the wet, curly junction of her lithe thighs. One part of her mind was shamed at the idea of her taking advantage of one of the girls in her charge-willing or not. But in another area of her excited brain, we woman couldn't wait to receive the girl's nakedness against her own and to have at last some relief from the hot desire that cried out deep inside.
She shot a hand up underneath the girl's top and felt the fabric cup of her brassiere bursting with the fullness of her young breasts. She unbuttoned the top all the way down and exposed to view the teenager's entire torso. The wonderful contrast of the clean white brassiere against Lynda's smooth black skin sent a pang of desire through Vera's loins and she could hardly wait to get the girl completely naked.
"Why are you wearing a bra, hon?" she asked, as she felt underneath her back for the catch.
"Don't you remember? They make all us girls big enough to have anything on our chest wear the darned old things as part of our uniform." Lynda petulantly answered. "I sure don't wear one at school or on the street."
"You're definitely big enough to need one, honey," said Vera, "but for the moment I think we'll just have to suspend the rule in your case!"
She became frustrated with the catch and yanked the intimate article off her torso with a quick jerk. The young girl's incredibly firm breasts sprang into the open with a burst of dark loveliness that spurred Vera to respond in kind. She snatched her own blouse off and rose from the floor to the bed.
"Jesus, but you've got a sweet pair there, honey!" she exclaimed. "Tits like yours deserve some company and I'm going to give you plenty. Here, let me put my tits against yours and hug you ... aaah, that's the way."
"Lordy," squealed Lynda. "I never had another set of knockers up against mine like that. She-e-e-it, that feels good. You're really nice built under your shirt, Miss Kressler."
Vera was highly stimulated by the way the girl was staring down at the rich bounty of her breasts. It occurred to her that maybe Lynda had never seen rosy, pink-tipped nipples of a Caucasian girl before. Whatever the reason for her interest, it was greatly appreciated.
"Forget the 'Miss Kressler' bit for now, sugar," she chided, "any chick as pretty and hot for it as you are can call me by my first name."
Lynda looked aside through half-closed eyelids at Vera's fair-skinned, naked torso. She squirmed on the bed to allow Vera better access to the newly damp hollow between her thighs, all the while taking covert glances at the woman's exposed breasts and stomach. Vera greedily accepted the girl's obviously growing interest in her by offering still more for her to see.
"Don't be bashful, hon," she said, "look all you want to. I guess maybe you've never seen a naked white girl this close up, huh? Don't we make a pretty sight with your cute little black nipples socked up against my tits like this? Here, I want you to get a good look at my cunt, too. Skin my panties off like yours are and I'll show you what a crotchful of blonde cunt hair looks like."
Lynda grinned widely and put her hand below. She stripped the garment off and hesitatingly placed her fingertips on Vera's flat stomach just above the border of her pubic hair. Vera hugged her close and kissed her on the neck to egg the girl on. She nodded her head downward toward Lynda's organs, where her hand was busily manipulating the soft, dark-skinned flesh. Droplets of sweat had already sprung up on the girl's forehead but when she saw that Vera wanted her to reciprocate, a rash of moisture broke out all across her shoulders and on the smooth surfaces of her lovely breasts. Then she plunged her fingers into the luxuriant blonde curls and saw Vera's lips part as she gasped from the pleasure of it.
"Oh God, honey, go ahead and frig me. I'm so horny from going without it, I was going crazy. I didn't know a chick as young as you could turn me on but I'm finding out fast!" exclaimed Vera.
She was delighted with the way the girl had taken to the example of her perverted love. Lynda started rocking her pelvis back and forth in slow, sensuous movements against the bed. She put an arm around Vera and hugged tight. Their damp breasts slid past each other and Vera felt the thrill of Lynda's taut nipples pushing into her soft flesh.
The girl had at first just been exploring in the cleft of Vera's hairy groin, but now she found the flushed red lips at the center and slipped her fingers inside. Vera shuddered at the touch and dropped her lips from the girl's neck and shoulders down to her pert ebony breasts.
"Whew!" Lynda gasped. "Your snatch is wet as mine, isn't it? I never had my hand in no other girl's before."
Vera grazed her full lips across Lynda's soft skin and came to light on a hard little nipple. She ran her tongue around the delectable point of flesh a few times and felt the girl shiver and hug her tighter against it. She pushed her fingers all the way into her vagina 'til she reached a thin membrane there, then stopped abruptly. She raised her lips from Lynda's breasts long enough to speak.
"You're still a virgin, aren't you? I thought some boy would have managed to fuck you by now," she said.
"No, indeed," replied Lynda, "I don't want to get pregnant. I've let some fool around a little but I've never let one dick me yet. Fifteen's old enough to fuck but I haven't done it."
A new thrill ran through Vera's body. The teenager's virginity excited her. It wouldn't be enough to just have her fingers on the chocolate lips of Lynda's warm, moist genitals. Vera had always had an enthusiasm for oral love and somehow the girl's physical virginity made her especially keen for it now. She knew she could have gotten her more aroused in slow stages by working her lips from her breasts gradually down the region of her desire, but she couldn't wait. It had been so long since Vera had enjoyed sex that her body cried out for the most obscene acts. She darted her face to Lynda's and kissed her firmly on the mouth, then hugged her tightly and put her lips to the girl's ear.
"Honey, maybe you've never had a cock inside you yet," she whispered, "but you're sure going to have a tongue in there. Right now, too. Spread wide, I'm going to eat your sweet snatch out good and proper for you!"
"You what? You gonna put your mouth on me?" interjected Lynda. "Wait now wait a sec."
But it was too late. Vera's thick blonde hair was already spread out all over the girl's lap and she could feel her hot breath at the entrance of her virginal canal. She'd heard of the act and she naturally had qualms about it. Her reticence didn't last long. As soon as she felt the woman's lips on the naked surfaces of her outer genitals, a hot wave engulfed her pelvis and flowed through her entire young body. Almost automatically, it seemed, her slender thighs swung widely apart and she flopped flat on her back.
"Ungh ... ungh ... oooh," she moaned. She started to speak, but the pleasure was too great for her to be coherent. "What'sa ... oh, lordy ... I'm ... ooh ... your tongue...."
Vera put her hands on the damp inner surfaces of the girl's slim, dusky thighs and pressed her open mouth over the wet, springy black curls at the junction. She darted her tongue inside the fresh, tender flesh underneath, then brought it out and worried her mouth around all over the thick mat of hair. Her lips made little smacking noises as she opened and closed them. A hair lodged between her teeth and she spat it out. The humid whoosh of her breath sent a hot thrill through Lynda's genitals and caused her to hunch forward, her buttocks moving and straining against Vera's face.
From time to time Vera raised her head just high enough to witness the girl's passionate facial expressions, then dropped down again to her wet organs and rubbed her face there with complete abandon. She gently chewed her silky, moist outer lips and the wet aroma of Lynda's excited organs filled her nose. She got to her knees and kept her head low between the girl's legs. She poked her nose into the fleshy hollow and continued nibbling on her vaginal lips as the stimulating scent of the teenager's juices wafted into her nose.
Lynda was delirious. She worked her, buttocks up and down on the bed slowly to the rhythm of Vera's oral manipulations and flailed her arms in the air. One of her hands came in contact with Vera's head and she ran her fingers through the thick blondness, on past her face, and down to her swollen breast. She gripped the tip tightly and Vera felt the girl's fingers dig into her soft flesh and her turgid nipple pop into the palm.
I'm dying to have her mouth on me, Vera thought to herself, but I'm so fucking hot, I can come off anyway. She took one hand away from Lynda's thigh and pressed it between her own legs. When Lynda had touched her there a few minutes before, the sensation had been beautiful. But she loved mouth action so much that now she'd rather keep her lips on the girl's sex and masturbate herself, rather than change positions at such a crucial time. She fingered the folds of her own vulva, and continued pushing her nose and lips into Lynda's at the same time. Finally she worked her fingers along the walls of her organs 'til she came to the turgid bump at the top, then gave it all her attention. She had to be careful because she was so excited that an orgasm was imminent. She wanted to stave it off and draw the last ounce of pleasure from the feeling before allowing it to flower to its peak.
Vera ran her wet tongue around and around the swollen walls of the young black girl's organs and masturbated herself below at the same time. She had been thrusting her nose and tongue rather deeply inside Lynda's sex, but now she concentrated on the outer lips. When Lynda began roiling from side to side and squeezing her slim thighs around Vera's head, she at last moved her tongue along the moist rim of her genitals to the small bud of the girl's clitoris. The tiny organ gleamed slick and wet from between her tender, flushed lips- and when her tongue touched it, she felt Lynda begin to move her hips faster.
The girl was moaning now and Vera was sure she was about to reach climax. She speeded up her hand in her own organs and kept touching Lynda's clitoris with the end of her tongue. First she only used the tip of it on the delicate, sensitive spot, but then she applied more of it. Finally she was licking the tiny organ with the fleshy, red surface of her entire tongue. Lynda hunched her pelvis forward faster and faster.
"Go on, honey," whispered Vera, "get your sweets now!" Her words were barely intelligible since her mouth was plastered tightly between Lynda's legs, but there was no doubt she got the idea.
Lynda tossed herself back and forth on the bed and her full young breasts jiggled heavily on her chest. The sweat was pouring down her stomach and she was opening and closing her mouth in ecstasy. She felt heat flood her excited organs with a new swell of passion. Vera couldn't take it any more and the girl's erotic movements stimulated her to a quick, flashing orgasm. Lynda felt the vibration of Vera's groans against her tender orifice, then she knew her own climax was almost at hand. She grunted and surrendered herself to the delicious sensation. Her clitoris was on fire and it seemed like everything between her legs was melting in a wonderful wet heat. When the peak of her orgasm came, she cried out and fell back onto the bed in a satisfied heap.
She lay next to Vera and both girls breathed hard and fast until a feeling of gentle lassitude settled over them. After a few minutes of quiet rest, Vera was surprised to feel the young girl's hand on her breast. She kneaded its firm flesh, then moved toward the blonde curls between her legs.
But Vera knew they had been alone too long inside the cabin. She didn't want to arouse any suspicion among the other girls. She slapped Lynda playfully on the buttocks and told her to put her clothes on. Miraculously, the bandage on her leg still endured. After swearing her to secrecy again, Vera sent her back to the girl's dormitory cabin and took a refreshing shower.
When Lynda entered the cabin, Dana called her. "Hey, it sure took you long enough over there. We thought your leg must be broke or something."
Lynda was a little nervous but managed to keep it from showing. She gave an indifferent answer and went into her cubicle. Dana followed her inside and spoke to her in a low voice.
"Hey, guess what I got? Some pictures. I been waiting for you to come back so I could show you Want to see?" she said.
She spread out several black and white photos on Lynda's bed but before Lynda could see what they were, Dana said, "You gotta promise not to tell I brought these with me. I could get in big trouble for having these at camp."
Lynda promised she would. Both girls gave a start when someone suddenly entered, but Dana breathed a sigh of relief when she saw who it was.
"It's okay, Lynda," she said. "Claire knows about them. She can stay, but nobody else. We're the oldest girls here, remember. I think these pictures are too hot for the younger girls. Besides, they'd probably get scared and tattle to Miss Kressler."
Claire said, "Wait'll you see, Lynda. They show all kinds of people doing things naked together."
But none of the girls knew that two pictures had been dropped and that young Rosa had found them. She couldn't believe her eyes when she saw what they were. She scooped them up and dashed straight to Vera Kressler's cabin with them. But just before she knocked, she saw through the window that her troop leader was not alone. There was a man with her, and she'd thought no one but girls were allowed at the camp. She stood on tip toes and looked inside. What she saw made her take another look at the pictures she carried.
"Gosh," she gasped excitedly, "what's he doing to Miss Kressler? They ... they look like the man and woman in this picture."
But Vera had heard her feet on the porch. Before she could leave, the door opened and Rosa looked up to see her troop leader standing there with a housecoat hastily thrown around her shoulders. Her hair was mussed up.
"What are you doing here at this time of the night, Rosa?" she said crossly. "And what's that in your hand?"
Rosa", who was thinking about what she had just seen through the window, stood trembling before her with no idea what she should do. Then the man appeared at the door behind Vera. "What's going on?" he asked. "Let the kid in if she needs to see you, Vera. I'm decent."
"You may be," said Vera, "but these pictures sure aren't! Look at what this kid's got in her hand." Vera snatched them away from her, then yanked Rosa inside and shut the door. "Where did you get these filthy things, Rosa?" she demanded.
But when the man saw the pictures, he had a different reaction. Before Rosa could open her mouth, he looked down at the twelve-year-old and said, "Hell, Vera, what difference does it make where she got them? Any young chick with a fistful of pictures like these is welcome anytime."
Vera looked at the man incredulously. "Frank," she hissed, "Rosa's just a kid. Stay out of this."
But he continued to stare down at the girl. She become embarrassed when she saw that the man was gazing directly at the tiny mounds that pushed out from her chest. Embarrassed, and a little afraid.
CHAPTER TWO
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 he 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-how 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 she 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 look 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 nightie 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 ... 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 out 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 nightie 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 the girls 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 scared 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 damned 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 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 flagrandy 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, sweetie. 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 everything."
"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, sweetie. I'm going to keep your pussy well attended to even while I'm socking the meat to Vera. AH 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 it feels 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 ... my 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 wet 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, sweetie?" 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 past 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 get 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 become 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 sometimes she could get a breathtaking view of Vera's open, plush-lipped genitals. The wet organs lay red and juicy in the middle 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 of her wet flesh until Frank brought his mouth back to the spot. When he saw the girl masturbating herself he went wild.
"Oh shit, sweetie, 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 into 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 made 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 face 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 thought 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?
CHAPTER THREE
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 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 anybody? 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 at 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?"
Dana 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 what you said," Lynda answered.
Both Dana and Claire cried out. "Impossible? How 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 I 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 this," continued Dana, slipping her free hand across Lynda's flat stomach toward the waistband of her 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. "Oh, 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 how 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 Girl's 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 and 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 was 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 girl 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.
CHAPTER FOUR
The tires made very little noise in the grass, but when the man brought the car to a halt and closed the door behind him, Lynda jumped up and saw him.
Claire was sitting with her legs spread wide and her vagina filled with Dana's tongue. She was moaning louder now. She was right on the edge of her climax. Lynda hastily jerked her clothes on and ran past the pair toward the man. He hadn't seen them yet, but only by the purest coincidence. If he just happened to turn his head a few more inches to the left....
Lynda ducked her head to Claire's ear as she dashed by and gave a quick, excited warning as she went by but the young girl was so far into the throes of her orgasm that it was impossible to stop things short. She dashed up to the man, diverting his attention from the two girls by standing on the other side of him, and spoke to him cheerfully but nervously.
"Can I help you, sir?" she asked. "Are you looking for our troop leader for something?
But before he could answer, fear gripped her. She could tell by his expression that he'd heard Claire's moaning. He just hadn't located its source yet. Fortunately, Dana had brought her to climax just after Claire rushed by them and they were now silent. But the puzzled expression on the strange man's face told Lynda that he'd certainly heard the noise, even if he hadn't recognized what it was.
The man looked with surprise at the black fifteen year old who had just appeared from nowhere. He was tall and muscular, with dark brown 'hair and a moustache.
"Uh ... yes. Yes, as a matter-of-fact, I am looking for your troop leader if she's a Miss Kressler. Am I in the right place? But what was that noise as I pulled up here a minute ago? Sounded like someone in pain or something ... sort of a moaning sound," the man said to Lynda.
She could see around his shoulders that Dana and Claire had finally noticed what was going on and were frantically jerking their clothes on and stumbling out of his range of vision as fast as they could.
"Oh, that?" she answered brightly. "No, that wasn't anyone. I mean no one was hurting ... I mean I don't know what it was. I heard it too just as you were stopping your car, but I don't know what it was."
She had been very flustered when she first started speaking, but as she bumbled her way through her explanation she became calmer. Not that she was satisfied with her halting, confused answer to the man. But because she noticed that his attention had apparently been completely sidetracked from the noise. Now he was looking down at Lynda with a slow, appraising look that convinced her he had forgotten all about his previous thoughts.
"Miss Kressler, then ... you say she's here? I'm at the right campground?" he said.
Lynda was flattered by the way he was looking at her. She guessed him to be at least twenty-five, maybe older. And to have someone that old notice her in such an obviously interested way was very pleasing to the teenager. "Yes," she answered, much more calmly than before. "Miss Kressler's the leader of Troop 73. Her cabin is right over there." She pointed across the clearing to the building.
He glanced where she indicated, but soon his eyes were back again on Lynda. His blue eyes were very groovy, she decided. But also awfully confident and bold. She felt a twinge of uneasiness mixed with the feeling of admiration he had produced in her. He seemed to be looking right through her clothes, right through to where her underwear was. He smiled at her and thanked her for the information, then headed for the troop leader's cabin. "My name's Tim," he called back to Lynda over his shoulder. "I'm a friend of Miss Kressler's. Came by to surprise her. She doesn't know I'm here. If she isn't in the cabin and you see her before I do, tell her I'm here. Okay?"
"Sure," she answered, and started to run back to find Claire and Dana.
But before he went on to the cabin he called out to her again and asked her a question.
"Isn't this a Campfire Girls' place?" he asked.
"Yes," she answered, "that's what I am. I'm a Campfire Girl in Miss Kressler's troop."
He took another long look at her. "I thought the organization was for ... for kids," he said to Lynda. "How come you're in her troop?"
She grinned, "well, the ages are from nine to sixteen. Any girl that age can belong. I'm fifteen."
"Yeah?" he smiled. "Hmmmmm ... took you to be older than that for some reason. See you around." Then he turned and was gone.
Wow, she thought, besides looking at me so much, he thought I was older than fifteen. Groovy! Wish I was. Then maybe I'd be old enough for him.
She dashed away in search of Dana and Claire. As she rounded the corner of the dorm cabin she felt the breeze whistle through her clothes and stopped for a minute. She looked down at her blouse and saw that, in her haste, she had neglected to button two top buttons. She peered down inside the vee and saw that her firm black breasts were easily visible. She realized the man must have been looking down there all the time. She grinned. Oh well, she thought, I hope he got an eyeful. Guess he probably did, too, since I'm not wearing any bra. Maybe that's why I looked older than fifteen to him.
She dashed on into the dorm cabin where she found Claire and Dana huddled together at the end of the long tables. There were only a couple of other girls present and they were far away at the other end of the room where they couldn't hear what was said.
"Did that guy see us?" asked Dana. "Did he get a look at us before we ran away?"
"Did he know what we were doing?" asked Claire nervously, as she rubbed the grass stains off her skirt.
"Take it easy," replied Lynda. "It's okay. He didn't even see you. But he sure would have if I hadn't ran up and started talking to him. You almost got caught!"
"Yeah, that was a close call,"
"We better be careful from now on."
"We sure had. Wow! Can you imagine what Miss Kressler would do if she ever caught any of us innocent little Campfire Girls playing naked with each other?" exclaimed Claire.
Lynda's idea of what might happen in such a case was very different from Claire's idea, of course. But Lynda decided to remain silent on the matter for the moment, in spite of the new intimacy she had established with Dana and Claire. She told them what Tim had said to her and then they heard the girls returning from swimming, so they separated and started talking to the other girls as they filed in the door with wet hair and swimsuits draped over their arms.
Vera Kressler was strolling along at the rear of the group and stopped to help one youngster get sand out of her shoe, so she didn't arrive at the dorm cabin for several minutes. And even after she got there, she had a short meeting with the troop that gave Tim plenty of time to look around her cabin before she walked in. He had knocked first, then entered when he saw the door was cracked open. He knew Vera well enough that he was sure she wouldn't care if he waited inside until she returned.
Tim knew Vera very well indeed, as a matter-of-fact. He had met her three years before and become intimate with her after a few dates. They saw a lot of each other and eventually discovered to their mutual surprise that each was harboring the same secret-both were strongly attracted to members of their own respective sexes as well as to the opposite sex. After the discovery, they naturally became even closer and it was common practice for them to discuss their private love lives with one another. It was unnecessary for them to withhold information about sex acts with members of their own sex since they were both bi-sexual, and both found that it was refreshing to be able to discuss such matters. Sometimes they became so sexually excited when telling of some lover that a new excitement was produced between them which ended in a stimulating love match.
Tim idly looked around Vera's cabin and sat down in a chair beside the bed. He reached across the bedside table and lifted a pair of panties off the edge of a drawer where she had carelessly thrown them. He drew them through his fingers and reveled in the sensuous feel of them against his hands. For the past two weeks he had been on a ski trip in the upper Sierras with a group of men friends and he hadn't made love to a woman during the entire period, only to other men. It would be very good to get his hands on the woman whose body had recently filled the undergarments he held in his hands, he thought to himself.
Just then she walked in the door. After a big hug and his explanation of why he was in the area so unexpectedly, they went on to other matters. The other fellows would be at the ski lodge for another week, he told Vera, but he had cut his skiing short to be able to drop in and surprise her when he learned of her temporary job.
She had noticed with pleasure that he kept looking at her breasts while he was talking to her. It pleased her to know he was probably thinking of getting his hands on them. She also had definite designs on the lump she saw in the front of his pants under his fly. Now he became more direct about the desires he had for her.
"This place must be good for you," he said, "You're looking swell. Especially those nice things sticking up under your sweater there. I haven't been able to keep my eyes off of that groovy little pair ever since you walked through the door," he said.
"So I noticed," she replied. Then she pouted her pretty mouth in an expression of mock displeasure. "But what's little about them, anyway? I'm glad you think they're a nice pair-but are they really so small?"
He smiled at her. "Purely a term of affection, my dear, purely a term of affection for them. You know damned well I love those sweet tits of yours."
"Well, it better be 'purely a term of affection,' honey," she chided. "I'll bet one thing, mine are bigger than the ones on any of the other sex partners you've had for the past couple of weeks at the ski lodge!"
He laughed. Compared with the only other sex partners he'd had during that period-other men-she was right, of course.
"Okay, smarty," he admitted. "You got me there. I'm pretty tired of 'hairy-legs' as sex partners anyway. To prove his point he reached over and gripped her shoulder and pulled her closer. He cupped one of her breasts in his hand, keeping it on the outside of her sweater, and kissed her on the mouth. When he felt her lips part and her tongue shoot out, he dropped the hand to her waist and slipped it under the material.
"Ummmm," she cooed, "nice."
"And this?" he asked, bringing the palm of his hand over her breast and cupping the nipple in the center. "Nicer," she breathed.
She could feel the pressure of his stiff penis through his pants and, as he returned the touch of her tongue, she pressed her pelvis lightly against it. She dropped her hand to the front of his pants and gingerly worked the tips of her fingers against it through the rough fabric. "And I could say the same about this," she volunteered, exerting a bit more pressure on the organ. "Careful, honey," he warned. "If you keep on fooling around with that, it's liable to get out of my pants and find some nice, new place to go." He burrowed his face into the thickness of her clean-smelling blonde hair and felt her warm to him as he fitted his body still closer to hers. The smooth, fair skin of her cheeks and forehead brushed against his neck as she returned his hug.
"Like where?" she asked, continuing the banter.
"Oh, any nice warm, dark place would be okay," he answered, "as long as it's damp and soft, and has a cute little patch of blonde curls all around it."
"Aren't many places like that," she said.
"I know one," he answered. "And one's all I need. Unless I'm very mistaken, there's a perfect little place just like I described very close to here. Right here, as a matter-of-fact." He pinched her skirt at the junction of her thighs and she took a step backward and yelped. She grinned and slapped at his hand. When she missed, she reached down and pulled her sweater up the front of her body until both beautiful breasts were plainly visible. He was stunned by the shape and freshness of them even though he had seen them a hundred times before.
He immediately put his hands on them and when he did she slapped her hands on his wrists.
"Ha ha," she laughed, "see, if I can't hit your hands when I slap at them, then I'll bait a little trap for them."
"With that pair of knockers for bait, you can't lose," he answered with a smile. "Now that you've got them caught, what are you going to do with them?"
"Leave them right where they are," she said. "You know, I've always loved for you to play with my tits, Tim. I had some yokel here the other day who seemed to think they were squeeze-toys. He was being so rough, I was afraid I'd be black and blue. It's a pleasant change to have your hand on them."
"Who was he?" asked Tim. "I thought there weren't any men around here."
"Just a guy who came to deliver some provisions," she answered. "Forget it. He won't be back. He got to be a real bastard and I ran him off for good."
"You know what?" he posed. "We are yammering a lot. If you're as hot for a nice good fuck as I am, you'll keep your mouth shut and open that other set of lips down there, that sweet little pair with all the love juice inside."
She didn't reply in words. She put her mouth to his ear and stuck her tongue inside, delicately darting the tip against the sensitive inner surface.
He picked her up and lay her down on the bed. Her skirt was askew, displaying her long, gracefully shaped legs all the way up to her upper thighs. Her sweater, which she had raised above her breasts, was around her neck like a thick collar. She looked at him with smoky eyes as he knelt over her on the bed and pulled it off over her head. Her bright hair fanned out across the bed as he tossed the garment aside.
He took a few steps backward and yanked his shirt off, all the while keeping his eyes locked on hers. When he unbuckled his belt, she raised her head from the bed a bit so she could see what followed, and, when he stepped out of his pants, she dropped her eyes from his eyes to his crotch. A giant bulge distended the front of his jockey shorts. He kept looking at her, taking in the beautiful lines of her half-naked body and the provocative disarray of what little clothing she still wore. Her skirt was raised so high that he knew the leg band of her panties couldn't be more than a couple of inches higher. She still wore her tennis shoes and wool crew socks that she had donned for the walk to the girls' swimming hole.
She looked into his eyes and knew what he wanted, that he wanted her naked and writhing under him as he drove his organ deep into her quivering, moist flesh. She started to sit up and remove her shoes and socks but he stopped her. "Never mind," he said, "leave them on. I can't wait. You look so fucking sexy there that I can't wait to get into your pants and give you some loving."
Again she thought of his organ ramming into her. She was very excited too, but she did hope he'd wait just a bit before he tried to plunge the entire instrument inside her. But she was wrong. His desire for her was not exactly as she thought. But she very quickly discovered what he wanted to do to her and she loved it. He dropped to his knees in front of her and took one of her firm, softly rounded knees in each hand. He spread them slowly apart until he could see the crotch of her panties in the darkness under her disheveled skirt. She swooned as she felt his hands glide up the sensitive inner surfaces of her thighs and knew that he would soon have her stark naked with no panties or skirt to hide her genitals under. Almost methodically, he slowly loosened the top of her skirt and drew it over her slender legs. He let it fall in a pile on the floor in front of him, then pushed his head up between her legs toward the silken triangle of her panty crotch.
She'd had a good idea before what he wanted to do to her, but now she was certain. He wasn't ready to penetrate her with his penis at all-he was intent on taking her soft sex in his mouth and licking it for her. He's going to suck me, she thought, not fuck me. Groovy! I'm just in the mood to have my cunt sucked.
First he rubbed his chin and mouth against the tightly stretched material at the junction of her thighs. He gradually concentrated his attentions on a certain spot at the exact center of her panties. The firm pressure of his face on the sensitive place made waves of heat flood her entire pelvis. He was touching her right on top of her genitals. Only the wispy thickness of the silken panties kept him from being in direct contact with her most delicate and tender organs. She took a deep breath and squirmed on the bed as she felt him put his teeth to the area. She lay waiting, loving the anticipation almost as much as the act itself. The end of his tongue soon had the material of her panties so damp that there was little difference between the inside and the outside of the material. He had the outside coated with saliva, and she was so hot that the inside was coated with the wetness of her love juice.
Then he grabbed the top of the skimpy, light blue undergarment. She knew he was going inside and she could hardly wait. He didn't disappoint her. With his thumb and forefinger, he lowered the waistband until it was nearly touching her plushy lips. She felt his touch at the top of her pubic hair and then felt his other hand underneath her buttocks. Remaining on his knees before her, he stripped the damp panties off over her lovely long thighs and she felt the cool air of the room waft across her springy blondish-brown pubic hair. He pulled the panties down past her knees, but before they reached her ankles she felt his mouth on her again.
He wasn't able to wait. As soon as the sensual mound of her curl-covered genitals came into view from underneath the wispy undergarment, he had to press his mouth upon it. His nose burrowed into the thick mat of her hairs and his wet lips came in contact with the pulsing softness of her heated flesh.
"Unghhhhh," she moaned. No sooner had his lips touched her naked vulva than she felt his tongue dart out into the rich delta as his hand yanked her panties on off over her feet. Now she lay there with nothing on except her tennis shoes and socks. No longer was there the slightest wisp of material to obstruct the full application of his hungry mouth upon her most delicate private parts.
His tongue sank into the softness of her slick orifice and she shuddered as she felt it slide along the moisture-covered walls inside. "Unghhh," she moaned, "Unghhh ... oh, my God ... oh, please, keep licking me there ... keep tonguing me!"
"Mmfff!" he said, his mouth filled with the warm flesh of her genitals. Then she heard wet, licking sounds coming from his lips and felt him put his hands all the way around her buttocks and pull her closer toward his body. He raised from his knees then and pressed her backward. She raised her knees into the air, dug her feet into the bed, and propelled herself to give him room to come onto the bed with her. He slid onto it and, as he got his legs on the edge of the mattress, his arms stretched above his head and he took one of her swollen breasts in each hand. He moved her so smoothly that he never took his mouth from her genitals during the entire time. Now he was where she could reach him and get her hands on his jockey shorts.
Tim felt her straining to reach the lump at the center of his undergarment. He turned himself around on the bed so that they formed a sort of cross with their bodies and then she could very easily reach everything she wanted to. His mouth still pressed flat against her humid pubes and his tongue remained plastered on the inner surfaces of her vagina.
She darted her hand straight for his crotch. The sensation of his penis being constrained by the strong white material of his jockey shorts was more than she could stand. She had to have it wit where she could get her fingers on it and she had to have it out fast. The things he was doing between her legs with his mouth were driving her to a fever pitch.
R-rr-r-i-p went the material. She had grasped the front of his shorts and yanked so hard that her nails punctured the cloth and slashed them wide open, If Tim hadn't been so occupied elsewhere, he would have blown a fuse over having his shorts ripped apart. But as things were, he hardly noticed it, much less objected.
His hard penis sprang out through the huge hole and her hand was on it in a flash. She gripped the instrument like a vice at first, just because she was so glad to get her hands on it. Then she gradually loosened her fingers and began masturbating him. The big red organ was uncircumcised, so there was no sheath of skin to slide up and down the shaft, but this proved to be no encumbrance whatsoever for them. The thick organ was so wet from the sweat on her palm that she easily managed to slip her hand up and down its length as fast as she wanted.
"Oh ... oh, shit, baby, now you're doin' it ... now you're doin' it to me," he groaned.
Her own genitals were on fire. She was elated to know Tim was getting as hot as she was. The hot pulse of desire was rushing through her vagina like a tiny river of flame. The sweat broke out on her face and neck. She spread her legs as wide as they would go. His tongue darted in and out of her hot orifice faster and faster. Every time the tip of it passed over the lips of her vulva, he tickled the small knob of her excited clitoris. "Go ahead and lick right there. Oh, right there, right there," she groaned.
He did just as she asked, he wanted to, he had to. The taste of her genitals in his mouth was so exciting to him that he couldn't have pulled his mouth away if he had wanted to.
Vera felt the old familiar surge of heat deep in her loins and knew her release wasn't far away. That's when she suddenly experienced a craving that rocked her, sent her head reeling. Her hand had been masturbating Tim's rock-stiff penis all along, but now it wasn't enough to have her hand on it. She suddenly had an overpowering desire to put her mouth on it, to suck it just as he'd been doing to her.
She half twisted her body and bent her head forward. She stuffed the turgid member into her mouth and sucked ravenously with her open lips. Her move was entirely unexpected by Tim. He was already extremely aroused from the manual attentions she'd been giving him-the second he felt the wet warmth of her mouth on his penis, he cried out in ecstasy and ejaculated. She felt the hot wind blow from his mouth into her vulva, and that, combined with the exciting salt taste of his sperm, produced a violent orgasm that left her crumpled across the middle of the bed like a broken Barbie doll.
Even after he had expended his semen into her mouth, she kept the deflated organ between her lips. Gradually it shrank to a fraction of its original size until finally she released it from her mouth and rolled onto her side. He lay still for a while, but after they had both risen and washed off in the bathroom, they lay across and talked about her job. He hadn't seen her in a few weeks, so she told him about her duties and responsibilities.
He asked about the black girl he'd been given directions by and Vera's eyes flickered uneasily for a second before she realized it had only been a coincidence that it was Lynda. Tim neither knew nor suspected anything about what she had done with the pretty black teenager inside her cabin. And she wanted to keep it that way. The fact that it was another female she'd had sex with wasn't what was important-it was the girl's age that she was embarrassed about. She didn't want even Tim to know-at the moment, at least, and maybe never-that she had had sex with a girl only fifteen years old. She was still a little embarrassed about it even to herself, although she had to admit that she had enjoyed it immensely.
"The black girl, the slender one with the kind of pretty face?" she asked, identifying her. "Oh, that's Lynda. Nice kid. She's just one of the Camp-fire Girls in my troop. Just like all the others. Why do you ask?"
Tim said it was because he had been very surprised to learn that she was only fifteen years old. He wanted to know about the other girls there.
"Well, they range from nine to sixteen," answered Vera. "And they come in all sizes, religions, and races. There are a few Negros here, some Latins, and even one little Oriental girl. Her name's Sally and she's one of the youngest, just over nine years old."
Tim grinned evilly and then said, "I have to hand it to you, Vera. That was pretty smart of you to get a job as caretaker of a bunch of hot little bodies. Which one is your favorite so far? Or is it too hard to single a special one out this early in the game? I bet you've been having some groovy times with some of these little sweethearts, huh?"
She was indignant. She disclaimed any such activities-secretly feeling all the more guilty about her relations with Lynda as she did so-and told him he was an ass for even thinking of such a thing as any hanky-panky between her and any of the girls in her troop.
"Just because I'm bi, Tim, doesn't mean I go for chicks that young. Sure, I dig chicks as much as guys. You know that. But I'm no cradle snatcher. These girls are just kids, Tim. They don't know anything about sex," she told him.
"Yeah?" he said. "Well, maybe so. But I'll tell you this-I'll bet there's plenty of them that want to know something about sex. So they're a few younger than you-"
"A few years!" she interrupted. "Several years, Tim. Several years."
"Okay, several years then," he continued. "But there's plenty of them still got tits, don't they? There's plenty of them got hair on their pussies aren't there? Sixteen, Vera? Hell, that's plenty old enough to be fucking. You mean to tell me you don't think a girl that old knows anything about sex? Damn, that'd be a sophomore or junior in high school! You got to admit a chick that old is plenty old enough to get dicked. Think back, Vera. How about you when you were that age? Now you know damned well you were screwing guys at that age, right? Or screwing them or lying at home thinking about doing it so much you were frigging your cunt off."
She conceded a bit. "Well, maybe the very oldest ones are fooling around some," she said. "But just with boys. I'm sure none of them are gay or bi. And even if they were, they wouldn't appeal to a girl my age. They're too young to interest me." Her lie was so brazen she hoped he wouldn't be able to sense how far from the truth it was. She couldn't tell. But he had no good reason to disbelieve her, she reflected.
"No, I'll bet plenty of the younger ones have pussies just as hot for action as the older ones. And I'll wager more than just a few of them ha redone a little playing around with other girls, too. I know you started digging other chicks when you were real young. You told me once yourself. Hell, there's little girls not even old enough to have hair on their cunts who'd love to have themselves frigged-by a boy or another girl," he said.
Vera mentally cursed herself for ever having mentioned her own early sex experiences to Tim. It was true that she had been a very precocious child about sex, but she hated to have it thrown in her face to prove a point. Especially to prove a point for someone she was arguing with at the moment.
"Well, maybe some of what you say is true. But it doesn't make any difference. If I got sexy with any of these Campfire Girls-if, mind you-I'd be sure to lose my job. So you can just forget about the idea," she answered.
"You might lose your job if they told on you. But I'll bet if a little chick had a strong enough yen to have somebody in her panties, she'd keep her mouth shut about it," Tim continued, pressing on about the subject in spite of her obvious attempt to change the subject to something else.
Vera said what she'd been thinking. "Okay, Tim. Come on, admit it. The reason you're so interested in knowing how I feel about these girls is just because you happen to dig the looks of Lynda, the girl you asked me about. You're just hot to get in her clothes and you're hoping I might help you pull it off. Right?"
He grinned. "Oh sure, I'll admit the kid turned me on a little bit. And I think you're telling a whopper when you say she doesn't do the same for you, but we'll let that pass. Anyway, this doesn't exactly seem like the best place in the world to get it on with a whole herd of others breathing down your neck. Besides, you're the one I came to see. Remember?"
He tweaked her cheek and she mellowed somewhat. She told him she'd be glad to have him stay for a few days but that if he stayed any longer she'd get in trouble with her employer. Before it was time to go to sleep, they even made love again. This time, as before, Vera fellated him. It was long, slow, and extremely gratifying for both of them. Vera had no inkling that Tim would enjoy himself immensely in a sex adventure the next afternoon, however-and that this time she would not be a part of it.
Breakfast the next morning was short but tasty for Tim and Vera. She fixed a delicious breakfast of goodies, but she had to hurry because the girls were due for a nature hike at eight o'clock. But breakfast in the girls' dorm cabin was far from routine. Lynda had mentioned about the handsome man who had asked her for directions and most of the girls were agog about his presence at the camp. A few of the older girls, Dana and Lynda included, made a few thinly disguised cracks referring to possible sex activity between the stranger and their Miss Kressler.
Claire showed a special interest in the man's presence and asked Lynda a number of questions about him after the other girls had gone on to other subjects. She learned his name, and that he wasn't above "looking at a girl like she was stark naked." Anyone who knew the crafty young Claire well would have almost been able to detect the wheels turning inside her head while she listened.
by the time it was time to go on the nature walk, one of the girls had developed a "sore ankle" and couldn't go. It was none other than Claire.
Miss Kressler felt it carefully to see if there were any dislocated bones and finally gave her permission to stay behind while all the others, with Vera in the lead, set out for the four-hour hike. For the first mile or so, Lynda kept trying to catch Vera's eye with no success. When she managed to do it, Vera rewarded the young girl with a quick smile that told her all she wanted to know-that the pretty blonde troop leader was still interested in her body, and that maybe they could meet again soon in secret to do things like they had done before.
Back at the dorm cabin, fourteen-year-old Claire stood on the edge of a bed at the end of the long room and watched the long column of girls until it was out of sight over the hill. Then she gave a playful little laugh and headed for the bathroom. She removed her dressing gown and looked at herself in the mirror. She studied herself carefully, posing shamelessly before the full-length mirror in every imaginable attitude. She observed the long, trim legs that ended at her perfectly rounded buttocks. She checked the way her narrow waist created a lovely, curved depression between her hips and chest. And she paid long and particular attention to the small but firm breasts that jutted saucily out from her chest. Last, but far from least, she examined the dark flock of curly hairs that sprouted out from the vee of her thighs. She even pushed her fingers gingerly through the curls and manipulated the lips of her vulva this way and that.
Finally she took a long hot shower, carefully dried her long black hair, and got dressed again. She applied lipstick-a little too much for her age-and sprayed a deodorant under her arms. After dressing, something was still missing, she decided. Then it came to her. She glanced furtively around the empty dorm, then dashed to Dana's locker and extracted a bottle of perfume she knew was hidden there. She put some on her neck and forearms, rubbed a good amount inside her blouse and for good measure she darted a hand inside her skirt and applied a liberal amount right on the vertical slit in the pouting mound at the junction of her slender thighs. A few quick strokes of the brush to make her black hair sparkle, and she was out the door.
Two minutes later she was standing primly in front of Vera's cabin with her hand on the big iron knocker. It was not her troop leader, however, who she expected to open the door.
CHAPTER FIVE
Tim dragged himself out of bed when he heard the noise and staggered to the door in his nightshirt. He was rubbing his eyes when he opened the door, but after he saw who was standing there he took a step back and rubbed his eyes again. The best he could make out, a perfectly beautiful young teenager was there. And she was sticking a shapely ankle forward, saying something about a sprain.
Claire introduced herself and beamed up at him. He finally understood, through his haze of sleep, that her ankle was hurting and all the others had gone on a nature walk. Could he please help her, she wondered.
He invited her inside the cabin and asked her to sit down while he went to the bathroom for a second. He washed his face in cold water and woke up at last. He'd gone back to sleep immediately after Vera left for the nature trip and had been very deeply asleep when the knock came on the door.
Back in the room with Claire, he couldn't believe his good luck. Lynda had whetted his appetite for younger girls when he arrived the day before. Claire, with her fair skin and jet black hair, her cute figure and pretty face, seemed like a dream come true. But he had to be careful, he reminded himself.
"It's been sore since yesterday," she explained, pointing to her ankle. "Miss Kressler told me to stay inside today and not walk on it and it'd be okay. But it started hurting right after she left. I thought maybe if someone would kind of ... I don't know, kind of rub it, maybe ... that it might quit hurting."
"Honey, you've come to just the right place," he told her. "It so happens that I know all about muscles and sprains from belonging to a ski club. I'll have you fixed up in no time."
"Really?" she beamed. "Oh, thank you, sir."
"Tim," he said. "Just call me Tim."
She looked up at him and knew what Lynda had meant when she said he was handsome. If he had really done what Lynda said he had-flirted with her by looking inside her blouse-then she wanted to prove to herself that she could be as effective as Lynda had been in getting him to treat her like a woman instead of a little girl. The fact that she was a little girl-or, at least, at fourteen, not by any means a woman-didn't faze her at all. She thought of Lynda having him look down her blouse and hoped he'd do something like that with her. She wouldn't stop him if he wanted to peek a little at certain secret places on her young body.
He sat down on the floor in front of her. "Let me have your ankle," he directed, taking her petite foot in hand. He took off her shoe and white anklet, leaving the delicately boned foot completely bare.
As he knelt before her, she noticed that the nightshirt was all he wore. Once or twice, the bottom of it shifted as he moved and gave her a glimpse of his buttocks. If ever he happened to be turned just the right way, she thought, a lot more than just his buttocks would be in sight. And since the precocious youngster had never seen an adult man's penis, she was more than a little anxious to get a good look at it.
He gripped her ankle and jabbed it professionally from several different angles, asking her each time if it hurt. After several, she decided she'd better claim that it hurt somewhere.
"Ouch! Right there," she exclaimed.
A look of concern came over his face. "Ummm, too bad," he muttered under his breath. "That's a very tricky spot there."
For a minute she thought she'd ruined her ploy by picking a spot that he'd say he couldn't fix. She had no way of knowing that he was even more eager to participate in forbidden activities than she herself was. But he, on the other hand, had no idea that the innocent-appearing young teenager harbored such burning sex interests behind her naive-looking face. She stared down at him for the verdict on her "very tricky spot" ankle pain.
"You see, honey," he told her, running his hand much farther up her leg than- necessary, "if your ankle hurts right here, it means that the real cause is a place farther up your leg. You must have turned the wrong way without noticing it at the time."
She was all ears. "You mean way up high, like up under my skirt here?" she asked. She patted her leg about mid-thigh and queried whether that's where he meant, but her hem was still down almost to the knee so he couldn't see the naked flesh of her leg any higher than that.
"Well ... uh ... somewhere like that," he stammered. "I'd ... I mean I'd have to ... you know, feel around up there in order to find the exact spot." His stammering wasn't part of his act. It was real. Being so close to the pretty young girl's unstockinged legs was taking its toll by making him nervous. "Uh, that is ... heh heh ... I mean if you don't mind lifting the hem of your skirt some so I can feeler, I mean locate the place that's bothering you," he meekly requested.
"Well," she began slowly, "I guess it would be all right. Since Miss Kressler isn't here to help me and it hurts so much."
She really wanted to say, "Sure you can stick your hand up my leg, mister. I'm dying to do a little experimenting with my body and I'd love to have you show me a few things my parents mentioned to me."
But even at her tender age the feminine art of coyness was already in flower. She instinctively knew that she should not give the impression of being too willing to go along with a male's suggestions, even if she were dying to do it anyway.
"Ah, yes," he said, "well, then, let's see here." He ran his fingers up to the girl's rounded knee and continued several inches higher. Thus far he'd kept his hand on the outside of her thigh but he was anxious to slip it around to the sensitive inner area as soon as possible. She made no move to shift her leg away from his hand, nor even to look down and see what, precisely, he was doing with his hand.
Claire was in seventh heaven with the handsome man's hand up her leg. She sat quietly and tried not to give any indication of the pleasure she was receiving from his touch. She was successful.
He looked up at her and thought, What a sweet kid. Look at that angelic face. I should be horsewhipped for-wanting to get my hands on her pussy and tits, but she's so damned sexy I just have to do it.
She twisted her ankle and gave a bogus yelp.
"Thought I'd try the ankle again and see if it still hurt. It's just as bad as it was. Maybe I should sit back farther like this, so you can find the place easier, okay?" she asked cooperatively. And with that she rec-lined backward on the edge of her chair in a posture of relaxed ease. She even raised one leg slightly to permit Tim better access to the possible location of the "sore spot." He readily accepted.
He could now see all the way up to the place where darkness obscured only the very top of her thighs. One or two bare inches, he was certain, would allow him to view the crotch of her underpants. She was being so cooperative that he was tempted to go faster with his shabby attempts to seduce her.
He told her he believed she'd have to lie down on the couch so that "the strain would be relieved from her leg muscles." It was such a shoddy pretense he was almost ashamed to utter it. But to his surprise and delight, she immediately complied.
She flopped onto her back and looked up at him. "Like this?" she asked, flouncing onto her left side. "Or like this?" she continued, twisting onto her right side.
During all the movements, he was rewarded with some fantastic but brief glimpses underneath her skirt. He saw the panties she wore-yellow with white lace-several times. And once he was sure that he spotted an unruly pubic hair sticking out from the leg band.
He put his hands on her and positioned her. "Like this," he said, "right about there." He had her flat on her back with her knees raised about ten inches off the couch. Something about the careless way she held them in the air was incredibly stimulating to him.
Jesus, he thought to himself, this kid's either the canniest little tease to come down the pike or else she's the most innocent sexpot in the entire braces and pigtails division.
by now Tim was becoming excited. He couldn't take much more of her maddeningly innocent posturing. And, to make matters worse, his excitement was fast becoming quite visible, right below the long tail of his nightshirt. His penis was stiffening and threatening to poke out from underneath at any moment. He ran his hand all the way up to her leg band and looked down to see his fingers shaking. It wasn't from fear. He was dying to touch her. It was from pure nervous energy that kept piling up because he had to continually restrain himself.
She flinched and giggled. Giggled. He couldn't believe it. "What's wrong?" he asked incredulously. "I thought you were hurting."
That's when she blew his mind. She calmly crossed one over the other, giving him a clear view all the way to her navel, and folded both arms back under her head like a pillow. The expression on her face was one of amusement, almost of derision.
"Wow, Tim," she exclaimed, "I just can't help laughing at us, that's all. I can tell you're wanting to feel me up so bad you're about to piss your pants. And I'm getting antsy to have you put your hands all over me and give me a good rubbing up. But here I am playing like I've got a sore ankle and you're pretending you know how to fix it. Which one of us is nuttier, anyway?"
Tim sat down on the floor heavily, as though he'd been pushed. The complete surprise with which her words took him was total. And the maturity and candor which she exhibited in uttering them was unprecented. He'd never known fourteen-year-old girls had such sophistication. And the change had been so rapid with Claire. It was almost as though some worldly, calculating twenty-five year old was talking through the mouth of an angelic, sweet-faced child barely into her teens. Also, he realized he had been taken. He had been fooled by her more than he had fooled her. His ego raised its ugly head.
Finally he could speak. He wasted no time, but got to point. He felt like he was bargaining for a slut in a Tijuana whore house, but he did it just the same. "Let me get this straight," he said. "You want your little cunt fucked and you want me to strip you naked and suck your titties and everything, right?" he asked.
"Well," she demurred, "everything except the fucking part. I'm still a virgin, you know. I'm not lying. I want to be sure and keep my cherry. My mom gives me an examination twice a year and if I ever show up with my cherry busted, it's my ass. But outside of that, you can do anything you want to. I've never had a guy do much to me and I want to get in on the action. I've let a few boys my age feel me up in theaters, but that's no good. They're afraid to do very much there. So I want to see what it's like to have a guy as old as you do stuff to me. I guess I talk like I know more than I do. You know what I mean? I know all about stuff from hearing my older girl friends talk about it. I've just never actually had any of it done to me yet and I'm tired of finger-fucking myself every night in bed while I think about some guy getting in my panties and fooling with me. You have to start sometime, don't you? "
Tim looked at her with increasing awe, but also with increasing joy. He was actually going to get to make love to this lovely young girl. The only provision was that he not rupture her maidenhead. And there were many ways around that, he thought to himself. Many delightful ways. He rose up to his feet and looked down at her. She still lay on her back, with one foot tossed nonchalantly over her knee, her panties clearly visible underneath her skirt. She was staring up at him with a blank, innocent little smile.
"Yeah, honey, you sure as hell do have to start somewhere. And for you, why not let it be right here?" he asked. Her only response was another giggle.
'very slowly, with deliberate ease, he removed her other shoe and sock. He reached under her skirt, this time all the way to the long-desired panties, and caressed the silky fabric indulgently. His hands trembled. The sight of such a rich bounty of beautiful young flesh at his disposal was too much for his pent-up desires. He loosened the top of her skirt and took it off, first slowly, but then, realizing the new power that was his, he jerked it off more quickly. The surfaces of her lovely limbs looked smooth as powder.
Then he moved upward. He raised the bottom of her shirt and fondled the softness of her flat young stomach. He could see the beginnings of her breasts now. He knew that all he had to do in order to view their complete, exciting nakedness was to unbutton the few buttons down the front of her shirt and open the garment wide. His fingers dashed up the front, unbuttoning as they went. When his hand reached her collar, the shirt fell open under its own weight. When he saw the perfect symmetry of her dove-soft adolescent breasts, his breath caught in his throat and he could hardly wait to have his fingertips on them. He jerked the shirt to the side and rolled her half onto her side and grabbed it off her body. He flung it onto the floor and looked back on her nearly naked form.
"If that ain't a sweet pair of titties, I don't know what is!" he exclaimed. "I bet all the boys in your school would like to get their hands on those. It's a damn sin to make a girl like you bind titties like that up in a fucking brassiere."
"Thank you," she replied.
He had almost forgotten she could talk. She still lay with the same serene expression on her face. She wasn't trying to avoid watching what was happening to her either. She appeared to love seeing him put his hands on her. When he finally lowered his hands to the succulent skin of her breasts, she sighed and looked closely at his fingers as they began kneading the resilient flesh.
"You still have too many clothes on," he told her. He hooked a finger in her panties and slid them down one side of her hips, then turned her onto the other side. He was able then to skin them all the way off her legs. He threw them on a chair and stared at the coal black curls in her pelvic junction. They were not as abundant as they would be later in life, he reflected, but what her pubic hair lacked in quality, it made up in the graceful fragility of its form. The outer curls seemed to make a delicate design against the paleness of her white skin. In the center of the mass of curly hairs was a lovely long hillock of flesh that drew Tim's eyes like a magnet. He was above her, looking down on her nakedness, and he could see everything he wanted to look at. She lay there, knowing he was gazing at her bare body with lust in his eyes, and let him look all he wanted to.
He touched her firm, slim stomach, then the edge of her small forest of hairs. She smiled up at him and brazenly moved her pelvis in a slow, undulating circle under his gaze. He put his hand into the depths of the hair and touched the fleshy hillock.
"You like it when somebody touches you there?" he asked.
"I like it when you do," she replied.
"You ever have anybody else touch you there?"
"A few."
"You touch yourself there?"
"Sometimes."
"Feel good when you do?"
"Ummm ... yeah!"
"Can you come, can you get your cookies off?"
"Sure. I love it."
"You know how to do the same for a man?"
"Uh huh."
"If you never did it for a man, how do you know?"
"Girl friends told me how."
"Lay back. Spread your legs. Feel that?"
He put his hand deeper into the crevice of her genitals and inserted a finger between her pooched-out lower lips as he spoke.
"Um ... yeah. Um, it's good," she answered.
"Is this how you play with yourself?"
"Sort of."
"Look. Put your hand on my cock. Ever see a man's cock before? "
She placed her hand around his swollen instrument as he directed and seemed surprised at its size. But she wasn't afraid to touch it. In fact, she seemed to relish of it in her hand. "I've seen two boys' cocks. Not any man's. Yours is big. It's fun to hold it," she answered.
Tim's member was now fully erect and was sticking out from under his nightshirt. The red head of it bobbed up and down as though it were on the end of a thick spring. She grinned and looked at it up close. The shameless, genuinely interested expression on her face excited him more. He moved his finger inside her plush, moist organs and felt her growing wetter and wetter. "You like for a man to do this to you?" he asked.
"Oh, yeah ... it's groovy."
"Show me how you do it. Go ahead. Keep this hand on my cock, but put your other one in your pussy and show me how," he commanded.
She giggled. "You really want me to do myself? When you're here to do it to me?"
"Yeah, go ahead. It's something I want to see you do. I want to watch you while you frig yourself. It gets me hot as a bastard to see you do it to yourself," he answered.
He loved the look in her eyes as she brought her hand down onto her own genitals almost as much as he loved the act itself. There was an expression on her face that seemed to indicate she definitely thought what she was doing was "naughty" or "nasty," yet she did it anyway. She put her hand in her lap right in front of his eyes and let him watch her feel around through her black curls for the opening. He withdrew his hand from her organs momentarily so she could perform the masturbatory act with no obstruction. He moved it up to one of her small, perfectly formed mammaries and fondled it on the tip while she put her fingers inside her own genitals.
"Like this," she informed him. "See?" She obligingly spread her thighs and allowed him to peer inside the narrow, wet orifice. He felt his own genitals grow warm with desire as he looked on. She had the tip of her forefinger and thumb just inside the outer lips, and was slowly rubbing them around and around the entire moist surface of her little vestibule. The flesh inside was very red in color and was extremely wet appearing. He could see the taut nubbin of her clitoris at the top of her distended slit but she didn't seem to be touching it.
"Don't you work your little joy button over when you frig yourself?" he asked.
"Not at first," she replied. "Usually I do that later when I'm so hot I need to bring myself off in a hurry. Feels good to fool around right next to it, though."
She had kept her hand on the thick shaft of his organ all the while and he was beginning to feel the effect of her manipulations. He told her to look at his penis and she did. She saw that it was somewhat bigger than before and a lot redder. The change in the organ fascinated her.
"This is fun," she volunteered. "I really like to do this with my fingers."
"You know what that's called?" he asked.
"Sure," she answered. "Jacking off. I'm jacking you off. Jerking off too, some boys call it that. Or milking the cow. But when I do it to myself I just call it frigging."
"You're getting me so hot I'm going to shoot off pretty soon. If it wasn't for your cherry not being busted, I'd want to stick it in and fuck you now. But I'll keep my word to you. I won't bust it and make you bleed," he said.
"Wow, I'm really feeling good from what you're doing right now," she said. "I won't even need your prick in me to come if it keeps feeling this good."
"I'm going to use more than just my fingers on you, sweetie," he told her. "Did you know that?"
"No," she answered, rather excitedly. "You mean you're going to go down there and lick it for me. Oh wow, great!"
"I sure am," he replied. "Seeing you finger-fuck yourself makes me want to put my face down on your meat and suck you there. You're not going to have to wait for it, either. I'm going to do it right now."
Claire looked straight into his eyes and speeded up the action of her hand. "Oh ... it makes me real hot just to think about having you put your mouth on my pussy. Boy, if I was by myself now I could get my cookies by just thinking about you doing that and frigging myself for a few minutes."
"Well, you won't have to frig yourself now. I'm right here with you and I'm going to do it for you. Except I'll be frigging you with my mouth. I'll be sucking you and licking your hot little pussy with my mouth," he continued.
Claire started tensing her thighs and then letting go. She seemed to be working up some kind of simple rhythm. Tim saw what she was doing and asked her about it.
"Oh ... I can't hardly talk now ... I ... I'm just getting myself hotter, that's all. Sometimes I ... oooh ... sometimes I do this along with finger-fucking to make myself have a groovy come. The reason I'm doing it now is because you got my pussy so hot from telling me about what you're going to do to it ... oooh ... I don't want to talk, I just want to finger-fuck your big cock and ... ooooh ... and think about having your mouth on me."
"Sweety, you don't have to just think about it anymore. I've been holding off for as long as I can just because I love to watch you finger yourself, but I can't wait any longer. Here, sweetie, here's my mouth for you!" Tim exclaimed his intentions barely in time to get the words out of his mouth. Another second and he wouldn't have been able to speak because of the mouthful of curls he had. He dove forward and buried his face in Claire's naked lap, then worked his tongue around in her black curls 'til he found the wet, slick surfaces of her two vaginal lips. As soon as he barely came in contact with them, he felt her jerk her buttocks and heard her ask him to keep doing it, to please not stop. When he went ahead and actually plastered his mouth all over them like he intended to do, she really went wild.
She bucked her young buttocks up and down and hugged his head tightly in her arms. He cooperated by applying the full area of his lips and mouth to her sensitive spot. He could feel the powdery smooth skin of her inner thighs grip his cheeks with every thrust of his head. She moved her pelvis like an ocean wave, allowing her body I to follow the sinuous motions dictated by the hot seat of her passions. Soon he experienced a new delight. She had become so hot that her entire genital area was redolent with a spicy, invigorating scent ... the unmistakable and unique smell of the female human animal.
Tim loved using his mouth on both guys and girls, and he was rather well acquainted with the characteristic smells that emanate from a person when they are highly aroused. Claire gave off a kind of sharp, light scent-a clean-smelling aura that reminded Tim of fresh lemons or limes. The girl had retained her hold on his penis all the while and if he'd had no other way to determine her degree of arousal, the speed with which she was masturbating his quivering organ would have been quite sufficient for the purpose. Every stroke of his tongue across her humid labia was matched by an up-and-down stroke of her fingers at first. Then, in her frenzy, she gradually changed the rhythm until she was stroking his organ twice to every movement of his tongue on her genitals.
His mouth was so full of her that he couldn't talk, but her voice could be heard very plainly. First she just heaved and sighed, breathing faster and faster. But then she started making groaning noises in her throat and little sobbing noises. After that she talked to Tim. "I'm really feeling it come now ... gosh, my pussy's hot ... I've never been this wet before ... Oh, wow ... here it comes. Oh, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come ... oh I'm gonna get my cookies so darned good ... oh, please lick it, lick my cunt, lick my cunt ... oh, lick my cunt. I'm coming ... liiiiiiiaaaaa!"
After the long scream-like sound came from her throat, she bucked her hips up and down on the bed so fast and hard he had to disengage his mouth from her young genitals to keep from having his mouth hurt by her wild gyrations. Her hand slipped off his penis in the excitement and he had not yet attained orgasm when it happened. For a few brief seconds he felt terribly frustrated. But Claire soon recovered from the aftermath of her energetic climax and returned to the job of masturbating him. Once she had his organ in her hand, it only took a few seconds for her to excite him so that a thick, white flood of sperm came shooting from the end.
Tim collapsed and lay prone beside Claire for several minutes without saying a word. She snuggled up to him and put her arms across his chest and ribs and he enclosed her slim frame in the crook of an elbow for several minutes longer. Even then they didn't rise from the bed at once. They lay and played little games with each other's body for almost an hour.
He sat behind Claire on the bed and massaged her breasts from behind while both looked on in the mirror for a while. She took his penis in hand again and played with it while watching herself in the mirror. He wanted to watch her dress, so she slowly and carefully put all her clothes back on. But once she got them on, he told her he wanted to masturbate her through her panties and skirt. She let him start doing that and after he could tell she was getting hot enough to masturbate her to climax, he slipped his hand under the skirt and panties and raised her to orgasm with his hand against the naked flesh.
He then donned his clothes and she asked if she could take his organ out and play with it through his fly. She'd never done that, she said, but had thought a lot about doing it to someone. He was more than happy to let her do it to him, of course. She fooled around in his lap with her hand for a long time before going into his pants, but when she finally did he loved it. She took her time and ran her fingers slowly up and down the shaft. He wanted very much to have her bring him to another climax, but he happened to look at the clock and that cut things short.
He told her that Vera would undoubtedly be back to her cabin very soon and that under no circumstances should the woman find out about what the two of them had just done. Claire fixed her clothes and looked every bit as cute and innocent as she had when she first entered the cabin a few hours before. Just before she left, Tim called to her and reminded her of something very important.
"Don't forget, you're supposed to have a sore ankle. You'll have to let it get well slowly or someone will notice it wasn't really sore and you'll get into trouble," he called to her.
She promised she would and headed for the dorm cabin. Tim stood in the doorway and watched her as she walked across the clearing. Her youthful walk and saucy, jouncing stride were extremely erotic, he decided. Even though he had just had sex with the young girl, he found his penis growing hard as he kept looking at her rounded buttocks move underneath the seat of her skirt. He couldn't help himself. He jerked his organ from his fly and stood masturbating in the front room of the cabin. He kept it up as long as she was in sight and when he realized she would soon enter the dorm cabin door and deprive him of sight, he increased the friction of his fingers on his penis and managed to bring himself to a flashing climax.
He stood thinking of Claire and Lynda afterward. They both were extremely attractive to him, even though somewhat too young for him. He remembered the conversation he'd had with Vera about the girls and how she'd warned him against them. He would have to think of some way to change her mind, if it were at all possible. He had an idea that if Lynda and Claire were any sort of example of the girls at the camp, there could easily be other temptations. After all, he had only seen Lynda. He hadn't actually met her. The thought of her black pubescence made him experience a shudder in his spine. How he would enjoy getting into her clothes!
If Vera hadn't come in the door then and ended his reverie, he might have lost himself in thinking about Lynda, just as he had done with Claire. But she had a hundred things to tell him about the nature trip and about the girls.
"You should get a kick out of this, Tim," she said. "I hate to admit it to you, but I will. You know how you were saying you couldn't understand why I didn't get turned on by any of the girls? Well, today on the nature walk I did sort of get going with one of them."
"Oh, yeah?" Tim exclaimed, surprised and pleased. "Great. Tell me about it."
The story Vera was about to relate to him was true enough. But her reason for telling it was not. She'd had a lot of time to think about things on the walk and she'd decided that she couldn't go on trying to fool Tim about her lack of interest in the young girls. But she still didn't want to tell him about her previous sex rendezvous with Lynda, so she decided she would work up to it. She'd admit interest in some of the girls and then eventually when she did make love with one-probably with Lynda-she could tell him about it and everything would come out all right.
"The girl is Dana. And she's the oldest girl in the troop, too, smarty. Sixteen. So there, you see, I still don't classify myself as a cradle snatcher like I think you'd like to be," she remarked.
"This girl is a real looker, Tim. No doubt about it. I'd just always considered her too young before today. But she did a few things that made me reconsider. She's blonde, rather tall, a pretty face, and a nice figure."
"Ummm, sounds good. How nice a figure?" interrupted Tim, his eyes bright.
"Well, I should have known you'd have to know all the details. You mean quantity or quality? There's a difference, you know. Dana's are as big as mine, if you must know. I saw them today for the first time. That takes care of the quantity. But as for the quality, I didn't feel them, dummy, so I don't know about that part. This is the very first time I ever saw the girl's tits naked. Do you expect me to get a feel of them the very same day?"
"Okay," Tim said, "okay ... proceed."
"We were up on the ridge gathering berry samples for identification. Someone accidentally knocked over the work tray and spilled some of the materials. We had a certain schedule to keep, so I told all the girls to go on ahead and do the work while I stayed behind and picked up the slide trays and leaf samples. But one girl-Dana-surprised me by volunteering to stay behind with me and help clean up the mess and repack it. Since it was a very bothersome kind of job and she was sweet enough to offer her help, I could hardly turn her down, right?"
"So?" questioned Tim.
"So the two of us were alone for half an hour or so. As we bent down to work the area where the stuff had been spilled, I began to notice that Dana seemed to always be bending down right in front of me. I couldn't help but get an eyeful."
"Naturally," interjected Tim with sarcasm.
"I would have let it pass but it kept happening again and again. And to tell you the truth, I kept being distracted from what I was doing by them. I-"
But Tim interrupted again. "Them?" he asked. "I thought just one girl stayed behind to help you-this Dana girl. Who's 'them', anyway?"
"Tim," yelled Vera, exasperated, "I'm talking about the girl's tits, damn it, not about two girls. Now will you keep still and let me tell you what happened?"
Tim nodded agreement, "Okay," he said, "I'll keep still for any story with tits in it."
"I kept being distracted from what I was doing because every time Dana leaned over, she seemed to be right square in front of me. I must admit, she does have some really fine tits on her. The big fair-skinned, pink kind, you know. Then once she caught me looking down her blouse. That did it.
"She said, 'Oh, Miss Kressler, I just realized I'm not wearing a bra today. Hope I didn't offend you by the way I'm bouncing around. I'm sort of busty and if I don't wear a bra I usually wind up bouncing around quite a bit.
Before I could answer, she says, 'But I guess you know what I mean about that. I mean ... you have a pretty big pair-if you'll excuse me for saying so, Miss Kressler-so you know how it is when you're wearing a loose-fitting top and no bra.'
"I nodded and told her I knew what she meant. Even though I didn't make any further comment, she kept on the subject. She said, 'In a way, I wish mine were smaller. Not that they're that gigantic or anything. But some of the younger girls who don't yet have their tits-oh, Miss Kressler, I'm sorry, please forgive me, I mean-their breasts fully developed yet, they have an easier time of it, I think. Besides, they look nicer, don't you think?'
"I had to stop and realize that somehow the conversation had worked itself around to her asking me whether I preferred small tits to large tits.
"I realized by then that she was undoubtedly feeling me out to see if I was gay, but I went along with the game. I decided I'd play too. So I said, 'Yes, in a way I prefer small breasts on a girl. But in another way I prefer larger ones. It's really kind of difficult to say which is best. I must say that yours are an awfully nice size. Seems like they're plenty big enough for someone to-well, I mean, I know you must go out on dates and such-plenty big enough for that, but yet still small enough to be trim and not hang down with flab.'
"She really picked up on it fast. She thanked me for complimenting her on the appearance of her breasts, then got back to mine again. She said she'd always noticed how mine stick straight out from my chest and wanted to know if I did any exercises to make them do that.
"Can you imagine that, Tim? This girl telling me in effect that she grooves on my superstructure so much that she wants the same thing? And saying she'd noticed how mine sit on my chest! The thing is that by this time I was taking every opportunity I could get to look inside her blouse and hers are every bit as well placed as mine if not more so. So the kid was definitely lying. I figure she must have been doing it to get the subject around to girl-to-girl things and see if I'd bite. One more thing ... she accidentally 'stumbled' into me on the way back and felt me up so thoroughly that she just has to be either a lesbian or a master pickpocket. To tell you the truth, I think I'd prefer the former, even if Dana is one of my Campfire Girls."
"Is there any doubt?" quipped Tim, who had been listening to the entire story with great interest. "Vera, the kid must have dug you and been making a play for you. From what you say about her looks, I think you're silly not to investigate things a little further and see what her story is."
"Oh, well," sighed Vera, "even if she is gay or bi, she's probably got some cute little chick her own age. I don't think she'd go for me except maybe just to impress someone. You know-the 'I balled the troop leader' type thing. Besides, Dana's probably over at the dorm cabin right this minute, putting the make on one of the girls there. There'd be no way I could get her alone without attracting attention."
Just then there was a knock at the front door. Vera had started to change clothes and couldn't see to it at once, so Tim went. Vera couldn't see the doorway from where she stood, so when Tim didn't call back inside to tell her who was there, she yelled to him. "Tim, who is it? " she called out.
The coincidence was too much. She could tell from his voice that he was having to exert his utmost effort to keep a straight face.
"It's one of the girls in your troop," he told her, and he paused purposefully for effect. "Her name is Dana, and she says she needs to see you!"
CHAPTER SIX
Vera was having enough trouble changing her clothes without such an unexpected guest as Dana appearing on the scene. Her hair was caught in the back of a beaded necklace and she couldn't get it out. Until she did so, she couldn't pull on the sweater she had laid out.
"Oh ... just a minute!" she called back. "Tell her I'll be a minute or two."
He heard Tim say something to the girl and then heard her sit down. Then he came into the room where she was dressing. "Vera, for Christ's sake, what do you want? An engraved invitation from the girl? Now's your chance to get together with her-don't you see? I'll make myself scarce so you can see what the problem is with her. Hurry, will you?" urged Tim.
When Vera held up the snagged hair at the back of her neck, Tim didn't offer any assistance. Instead, he tossed a head scarf loosely over her otherwise naked shoulders and dragged her into the other room with Dana before she knew what was happening.
"Oh, Dana," he glibly stated, "I nave to dash someplace important right this minute. I'm late now. Do you think you could help Miss Kressler remove the snagged hair from her necklace there. She has to fix it before she can slip her sweater on. Okay?" And he was out the door in a flash.
Dana was all smiles and assistance. Of course, she could help. No problem at all. Just take her a minute. She was so sorry that Miss Kressler was having such a difficult time. And since the troop leader couldn't get her sweater on until the snag was removed from the necklace, she'd be glad to help. She wouldn't want to run around with no sweater on, would she? Ha ha.
'very saw very quickly that Tim just might have been right about Dana's actions during the nature walk. The girl was just too nice to be doing nothing more than helping a troop leader remove a snag of hair from her beads. The girl was helping a woman-and an attractive woman at that-with a personal problem. And it was obviously going to be necessary to effect a great deal of personal contact to solve the problem. At least that's the impression one would get if they would have observed the young blonde's methods.
She stepped behind Vera where she could see the snagged necklace better and said brightly, "Just hold still, Miss Kressler. I see the trouble right now. I think I can get the snag out pretty fast if you move the back of this scarf."
The head scarf was the only thing Vera had covering herself above the skirt she wore. She didn't see why it had to be moved to get the hair un-snagged back of her neck but she went along with the idea, anyway. With young Lynda she had been the aggressor-it was fun being on the other end of things. Dana lifted the scarf and let it fall onto a nearby end table, but since she was standing behind Vera she wasn't able to see what had been uncovered. Vera knew the girl must be dying to see the set of breasts left bare by the move. She looked down at the swelling globes on her chest and knew the rosy tips would do more than just catch Dana's eye if she ever saw them-she would want to touch them. She was almost sure. Yet what if there was some mistake. What if the pretty sixteen year old had no homosexual inclinations at all? Then a certain touch removed all doubt.
Dana got the hair unsnagged and patted it in place. But when she removed the necklace she reached all the around in front of Vera for the catch instead of just turning the necklace around. Vera looked down to see the girl's fingers working on the smooth skin of her upper chest almost as much as on the necklace catch.
"Oh, excuse me," she said, when she noticed Vera looking down at what her fingers were doing. If there had been a mirror so that the girl could have seen the expression on Vera's face she would have seen a smile-not a frown.
Vera half turned to take the necklace and for the first time Dana got a look at her naked breasts. The girl's expression couldn't have been more revealing. Vera saw she was tryi
