Gloria Starr: Graduate course in sex

Then she saw Dana shrug off her loose-fitting robe and let her full breasts jut out in all their glory. At the same time she saw her slip a hand under the top of her panties and lower her blonde head downward toward her. She closed her eyes quickly to keep from being discovered. Her heart beat faster as the older girl lowered herself. Claire thought she was about to be kissed on the lips, but instead she felt Dana's hair brush her exposed breasts and seconds later the girl's mouth was firmly kissing her upturned little mounds.

Claire almost swooned from the surprise of having another person's mouth on her breasts. She gasped out loud and knew there was no use pretending to be asleep anymore. She had given herself away. Dana placed her wet, open lips first on one nipple and then on the other as Claire squirmed beneath her from the pleasure of it. She felt the girl's hand slip on into her panties and then fingers playing in the curly black muff of her loins. Dana's blonde hair swung back and forth and her lips made a delicate sucking noise as she mouthed the tips of the younger girl's firm, milk-smooth little mounds.

"I thought you were awake!" whispered Dana. "You're just like I was before I ever did anything with a girl, I bet. You love the way it feels but you think it's nasty. Don't worry, I won't tell if you won't. And I promise you you're gonna…" she interrupted herself for a deep breath between mouthings of Claire's breasts, "… you're gonna get your jollies from it, too! Know what I mean?"

Claire had masturbated plenty of times before but she had never let anyone else do it to her. From her own efforts she had been able to reach climax ever since she was about twelve and she now was being offered the secret delight by someone else.

"Ummmm… sure," she answered. It was the first time she had spoken to Dana. "Sure I know what you mean. Gee… I-I've never done anything like this before but it feels so good I… ummmm… I know you can make me do it!"

Dana was so hot she was dying to have her own body touched. She lowered herself against Claire's nakedness and let the younger girl's thick black hair cover her face as she rubbed cheeks. She took Claire's hand and placed it on the damp swelling of one of her large breasts. At first Claire just left it still, but then Dana pushed her fingers through the black pubic hair all the way to her virginal red lips and Claire was moved to grasp the proffered breast with joy. She felt the older girl's fingers busily toying with the pouting secret lips at the center of her thighs.

"Oh, wow… you're really… ummmm, you're making my pussy feel terrific!" she whispered to Dana. If she had been less aroused it would have shocked her to hear the word "pussy", much less to say it herself to another girl. But Dana's soft, feminine fingers were making her so excited she didn't know what to do.

"You sure are wet," Dana told her. "I bet your cunt was getting wet from the time I sneaked into your bed, wasn't it? Boy, wait 'til I get you nice and slick down there and then spread your legs and get ready to have a nice sweet come!"

Claire didn't answer her question. Her mind was on something else. She was squeezing and releasing Dana's fat breast and rubbing her fingertips gingerly across the girl's taut nipple.

"You sure do have a nice pair," she ventured shyly, complimenting Dana. "They're so groovy. I'd never wear a bra if mine were that nice. Hope mine are this swell when I'm your age."

She was amazing herself with her own comments. She knew she was saying things she wouldn't dream of saying normally. As Dana worked away between her legs, she grew more and more excited. She knew very well what was loosening her mouth to say dirty words and she wanted more of it from the older girl. She put both of her hands on Dana's breasts and milked them slowly toward the nipples.

"Oh… go ahead, Dana, do anything you want to. Put your finger in and ream my pussy out good if you want to. I've never been fucked by a boy so I'm still tight there, but I'll spread my legs and let you in as far as I can. Oh… oh, never mind, just keep doing what you're doing now. Wow, it's great when you finger me and make me all wet like that."

Dana wrapped her legs around slender thighs and calves that were covered with sweat from the new thrill she was giving the younger girl. She plastered the damp, blondish junction of her thighs against the side of Claire's jutting hipbone and began masturbating herself by hunching against it while she kept up the manual stimulation of Claire's wet organs.

"Ungh… ungh," she moaned in Claire's ear, "that's the way, let me dry fuck you like this and I can get my jollies while I give you the business with my fingers."

But Claire wasn't the only girl who heard Dana's words. The two teenagers were still whispering all right, but in their excitement it was more of a stage whisper. The cubicle adjacent to Claire's was occupied by a dark-eyed, twelve-year-old girl of Mexican extraction named Rosa. At the height of her passion, Dana made little squealing noises that awakened Rosa. She misunderstood what was going on, so Dana was able to make it back to her own cubicle without being discovered. But the next morning at the long wooden breakfast table where all the girls ate together, Rosa made a remark about being awakened in the middle of the night by "some girls fighting".

Claire and Dana exchanged a quick glance and then averted their eyes. No one else had heard them, so they were safe… for this time. But the matter was carefully noted by the troop leader, as well as the girls.

Afterward, Claire was scared. "Do you think Miss Kressler suspected anything from what Rosa said?" she asked Dana.

"No, don't worry. I don't think she even paid any attention to what she said. Even if she did, she probably just thought a couple of us were having a pillow fight or something," answered Dana.

But she was very wrong. As soon as Vera Kressler assigned her young charges to their morning chores, she returned alone to her cabin. She made sure the door was locked before stripping off her clothes and stepping under a hot shower. Rosa's comment was still very much on her mind – but for a reason that would have shocked every one of the Campfire Girls under her guidance. When Vera had applied for the summer job as troop leader for the Campfire Girls, there was a very important fact about her personal life that she took great pains to keep secret. The administrators who hired Vera would have been outraged if they had known the truth about her – that for all of her healthy good looks and winning personality, Vera Kressler was a bi-sexual. She engaged in sex with members of either gender, and had done so ever since her youth.

At twenty-six, Vera was still young, of course. But since the girls in Troop 73 ranged in age from sixteen down to nine, they all thought of her as being much older.

She stepped from the shower and admired her body in the steamy mirror. She smiled at herself, pleased with the reflection of her own nakedness. Her long blonde hair appeared much darker than it really was because of the water. Rivulets of moisture ran down her sides and over the swelling curves of her lush breasts and buttocks. She was a beautifully proportioned woman, with long slender legs and blue eyes. Back when girls had worn brassieres, her size had been 38C, so she wasn't skinny by anyone's standards – yet her waist was so small people always turned to look at her as she passed by. The combination gave her a very sexy walk which just came naturally. And, equally natural for Vera was her attractiveness to men – not to mention other girls, from time to time.

She was quite sure that young Rosa had overheard something other than a fight the night before. And for the first time it dawned on her that perhaps some of her girls just might have homosexual tendencies. Vera had honestly taken the job as Campfire Girl troop leader to earn extra money during the summer, and for no other reason. If it was sex she was after, she told herself, there was plenty waiting for her back in the city. Even though she enjoyed making love to other girls, kids only nine to sixteen years of age were too young to interest her, she had always believed. But kids seemed to grow up awfully fast these days. She'd noticed that Dana, the sixteen-year-old, sported a well-developed figure as shapely as plenty of women in their twenties. And as far as firmness went, the girl had undoubtedly had them beat.