Gloria Starr - Graduate course in sex

Tim looked at her sitting there with her dress up and not a thing underneath. She was much too young to wear a brassiere. He buried his face in her crotch once again and this time she put her hands on the back of his neck and pushed downward.

"You like that, huh?" he asked her between breaths.

"Ungh huh!" she said. "Ooooo… lots and lots! You got your tongue on my jolly button now, don't you?"

"Where?" he asked, his voice barely audible. "On your what?" But before she could answer his tongue licked past the girl's tiny clitoris again and she cried, "There! Right there… on my jolly button!"

"Hmmffff!" said Tim from between her legs. Now he knew what she meant. He gave it a long, slow sweep instead of the little nips he had been giving it as he went by. She lay backward on the cot and he could see the sweat roll off her legs and chest in rivulets.

He inserted his finger in the child's vagina and began manipulating it alongside his tongue. That did it. The youngster began breathing hard and fast. She bounced her firm buttocks back and forth on the taut canvas of the cot and hugged his head as close as she could get it to her small hot orifice. A few muffled moans escaped her throat and she strained her pelvis forward in the throes of her first real orgasm.

He let her lie on her back and rest for a few minutes before he tried to talk to her.

"That's what I've been trying to make myself do," she said after she had rested, "but I never could quite make it last all the way like you did. It felt so good for me to even just touch myself there that I did that a lot just for the feel of it."

"What you needed was a nice hot tongue up your cunny, my little lady," he told her.

"But that's not fucking, is it? My uncle said I'd be big enough to take a man's prick in me some day," she said.

"Well, no, that isn't exactly fucking," said Tim, "but it's awfully close to it. And you don't have to wait to be able to have that done to you."

"Can I see yours now?" she asked. She was still seated on the edge of the cot with nothing on under her skirt. Her pubic area was very red from what she had just experienced and Tim found it so cute that he was sorely tempted to sink his head between her juvenile thighs and apply his tongue to her once more. But if she wanted to see his penis, why not show it to her?

"Here it is," he told her, unzipping his fly. "Does it look like your uncle's?"

She examined it avidly. She had no fear about touching it. As soon as he had taken it from his pants, she ran her fingers along its shaft and investigated the loose skin of his foreskin. "Quite a bit," she answered. "Except his was a little bigger."

Oh, well, he thought, win a few, lose a few.

"But will it make white stuff come out like my uncle's did? Will it do that?" she asked.

"What did your uncle do to his to make the white stuff come out?" Tim asked her.

She smiled sweetly. "Oh, he didn't do anything," she explained, "he just stuck it out and let me play with it. I did it for him, I made the white stuff come out."

Tim smiled broadly. "Well then, all you've got to do to get my white stuff to come out is the same thing you did to him."

"Really?" she innocently asked.

"Try it and see," he told her. He was very pleased at being offered such special attention from the child. Apparently she was versed not only in masturbating herself, but also in performing the act upon males.

She took the head of Tim's penis in her hand and started sliding her young hands up and down the shaft. He was already so aroused from mouthing her genitals that he was nearly ready to ejaculate just from looking up the little girl's dress. The touch of her was much more than he had expected. She hadn't made a dozen passes up and down his penis before he did it. The red head convulsed spasmodically and a stream of white, thick liquid came rushing out into the air. Most of it went onto the floor but because she was taken by surprise, Sally was struck on the forearm by some of it.

Tim started to clean it off for her but was amazed to hear her say, "Wait, I want to see what this tastes like." And she stuck it to her mouth and licked it. Soon she made a face. Then she carefully wiped the rest of it off her arm.

"It isn't very good, is it?" she responded.

Tim waited for her to clean herself up before starting back. She hadn't yet put her panties back on and it was so much fun watching her skip around the room in her skirt with nothing under it that he would gladly have waited much longer. Then came a knock at the door. "What the hell is this?" he cursed out loud. "No one knows I've got Sally out here!"

He peeped out the door, then threw it open when he saw it was Dana. She dashed in and blurted out, "Vera said for me to come get you right away. She can't leave the camp. Sally's parents have come by early for her because they're taking an early vacation and have to have her with them. No time to explain!" She dashed out the door and down the trail.

"Hey, wait a minute, Dana!" he called after her. "Is this on the level or is this another one of you girls' jokes?"

She turned around in the path and stuck up some fingers on one hand. "No, Tim, it's for real. Scout's honor!" Then she was off down the trail again.

He sincerely hoped the parents weren't giving Vera trouble because Sally was absent. A thousand thoughts crowded his mind. Her job, his reputation, the parents' wrath… he'd just have to put it out of his mind. He took Sally back at a dead trot and he must have told her fifty times to keep her mouth shut about what happened.

At camp he was confronted by her parents. Uh oh, it's the worst, he thought to himself. Vera was nowhere in sight. Sally's father began by demanding to know why his daughter had been separated from the other girls. He was red as a beet and Tim could tell he was going to be redder before he got better. He started to open his mouth with the first cock-and-bull story he could think of when Sally hopped into her father's arms and started rambling on a mile a minute about how interesting it had been on the special field trip Miss Kressler had organized for her.

She had learned how woodpeckers build their nests in sycamore trees, how caterpillars hide from groundhogs under crab grass, what berries are good to eat the year around, how to find gopher tracks after a hard rain, where to find wild potatoes, how to make strong rope from dandelion stems… she went on and on.

Tim was utterly amazed, not so much that her father believed the malarkey his daughter was telling him, but that she could think of such a blatant, complex, out-and-out lie on the spur of the moment. Her father was a confirmed city dweller and Sally's tall tales didn't sound too strange to him. He gave only one indication that he might not believe what she had told him. The events he seemed to swallow – but the time element was more difficult.

"Dear," he said to the girl, "you mean you learned all that from this gentleman during a single day in the field?"

She completely devastated him this time. "Scout's honor," she said, holding up the same finger sign Dana had given to indicate she was telling the truth.

"What's that, honey?" her father asked.

"I learned that today, too," she told him. "It means what you say is true by the honor of the Campfire Girl who says it."

Her father beamed. He had been won over. He congratulated the other girls, Tim, Miss Kressler, and everybody concerned with the camp. He assured them that he would be sending Sally back to camp the following year. Both Tim and Vera saw young Sally wink as her father spoke the words, but they were both afraid to return her wink.

When the father was walking out the gate with his daughter and Tim thought they had made it by the skin of their teeth, he overheard Sally's father say, "Wait a minute, honey. What's that white stain on the sleeve of your blouse?"