Gloria Starr: Graduate course in sex

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 rolling 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.

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."