She took a quick glance to make sure no one was coming then slipped her hand underneath the short hem of her Campfire Girls' 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 aid 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 war 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 girls 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.