Chapter 6
The campfire in the main lodge was a mass of burning embers when Mary nodded across the room to Ginny. They had both lasted through what seemed like hours of agonizing talk after supper so as not to appear too eager to be alone. Mary had entertained the small group, Belle, Mark, some other counselors and a few of the kids, with some popular songs but her heart hadn't been in it. Her mind was on Ginny and the delights that awaited them once they had gone to bed in their cabin. Finally, after interminable good nights and endless hand waving, she found herself walking across the assembly compound with Ginny. The stars peeked from behind cottony puffs of clouds and the moon slid noiselessly between the tops of tall scented pine trees.
"It's a lovely evening," Mary said, as they walked to their cabin, not rushing, not going too slow.
"Simply beautiful, Mary. It's so peaceful up here. I don't ever want to leave."
"I know how you feel. It grows on you."
They undressed in the dark, both of them aware of their breathing in the silent cabin. Ginny, slipping out of her jeans and lumberjack shirt, felt a wicked tingle all over her body. The moon limned her bare flesh with a soft glow as she stood in the semi-dark waiting for Mary to take her hand and guide her to her bed.
Mary could see Ginny's sweet young figure out-lined by the soft moonlight. She felt a tug at her loins at the breathtaking spectacle it presented in the shadowy room. The pine scent permeated the cabin, perfuming it like some exotic garden of delights. All the hours of waiting seemed to heighten Mary's feelings at this moment as she looked at the object of her desire. Her breasts tingled in anticipation, her loins seethed with a promising stir of nervousness. She wanted Ginny now and realized that never had she wanted anyone so much.
Mary glided across the room and took Ginny in her arms, then. Their bodies melded together in the moonlit shadows of the cabin like twining vines. Ginny felt secure in Mary's clasping arms, though she didn't realize why, nor care. She had been so hot that afternoon and so unsatisfied since then that she was more than eager for Mary's caresses. She huddled there in the counselor's arms, trembling with the beginnings of excitement. Mary's bare skin against her own was thrilling and she felt needed and wanted.
Mary held Ginny in her arms for several long moments. She could feel the faint trembling of Ginny's rounded tummy against her own and the latent eagerness of her flesh. The two seemed frozen together for those few precious moments, delighting in the crush of each other's naked warm bodies. Then, Mary took Ginny's head in her hands and kissed her on the mouth.
An electric tingle surged through Ginny. She felt her legs go weak, her heart begin to pound wildly in her chest. Her breasts heaved and touched Mary's, the nipples hardening at the unexpected touch. She moved her tongue to meet Mary's and when she encountered it, her excitement rose like a tide.
Mary held the kiss for a long time, then released her hold on the girl, looking into her eyes, which were shining bright in the half dark. "I want to love you, Ginny," she whispered.
"Love me, Mary," Ginny replied.
Mary stepped away and took Ginny's hand in her own. She led the girl to her own bunk and kissed her again, briefly, excitingly. "Lie down, my love," she said, her hands guiding Ginny to the middle of the bunk.
When Ginny had lain down, Mary looked at her, drinking in the ripe contours of her young body, the lush full breasts, the inviting thighs with their thatch of pubic hair. Mary took a deep breath and smiled in the darkness. "Spread your legs, Ginny," she said.
Ginny did so, feeling a sudden tingle at Mary's words.
"I want to kiss you there first," Mary said, coming to a kneel between the girl's spread legs.
Ginny waited as Mary bent down, her head coming to rest between her quaking legs. Carefully, gently, Mary parted the pubic hairs and put her mouth to Ginny's pussy lips. The musk of the girl's vagina smelled sweet in her nostrils. The softness of the labial lips were yielding to her lips as she placed them there. She felt Ginny's hips buck slightly as she darted her tongue into the spread crack where it was already moist in anticipation of the sexual act.
Ginny's mind spun and she felt a fire in her cunt. She was weak all over, yet there was an incandescent exhilaration that suffused her body, as though she had been bathed in a jostling whirlpool bath. Her woman's juices began to excrete inside her intimate parts, lubricating her vagina with the oils of loving.
Mary's vibrant tongue searched through the swollen pulsing fibers of Ginny's cunt until it found the tiny bud of her clitoris. It stabbed and stroked the small button until it had drawn it, hard and yearning, from its hiding place. Mary felt Ginny's loins ripple as though shook by a diminutive earthquake as she aroused the clit with her lingual expertise.
"Oh my, oh my," Ginny gasped.
Mary dove deeper and harder with her tongue, feeling her own insides gush with oleaginous fluids. She grasped the girl's legs in her hands so that she could penetrate that hot little pussy even more. The night seemed to close around them as they lay together on their little island of passion.
Ginny lay there in a rapturous haze created by Mary's tongue. Each time her clit was touched, she soared off into a world of exploding rockets and dazzling lights. In between spasms, she floated in a haze of euphoria, relaxed and content, as though pure morphine had been injected into her veins. This was much much better than her experience with Andrea. Andrea had opened up certain floodgate, but Mary was filling her dry stream beds with new rivers, ones that raced and surged within her, carving new paths, flowing endlessly and deep and wide.
Ginny wasn't quite sure when the first orgasm rocked her. There was so much pleasure coming to her from her throbbing pussy that she couldn't isolate any specific part of it. She just knew that suddenly she was no longer in control of her body. Mary's tongue seemed to be as big as a sausage and it was swabbing her clitoris so fast that she just came and came like a geyser. She didn't know if she were screaming or whispering, awake or asleep. She just felt as though she were suddenly thrust into a large empty space where there was pleasure so diffuse and intense that it pervaded her entire being. She was everywhere and nowhere, up and down, inside out and wrong side up. It was a world of pure sensation and blocked off all reason, all concentration.
Mar was aware of Ginny's excitement. She could hear her moaning above her and could feel her cunt writhe and change shape inside, seemingly, as her tongue fought to keep the clit's cowled head from losing tactile contact. She sucked it, mouthed it, and licked it until her jaw was tired. The pleasure she herself received was wonderful enough. She knew she had come at least twice, mildly, and was pleased. Mary was a girl whose orgasms built in intensity. They started off quietly enough, then, with each succeeding one, they became more powerful until she was turned into a maniac, mindless with ecstasy.
"You make me very happy, Ginny," she said, after a bit, sitting up between Ginny's legs. "I think it's time that you follow your own head. Do you have any objection to kissing me between my legs? I mean like I just did to you?"
Ginny cleared her head. She was still in a daze from the series of climaxes that had wrung her out like a dishrag. She remembered Andrea and how it was to eat her pussy. Now, Maly was asking her to do the same. She knew that this would take her into a deeper world of pleasure and she was eager to please Mary who had so pleased her a few moments ago.
"No," she said finally. "I'll do whatever you want me to. I mean I want to do it, but you'll have to help me get started."
"Don't worry, Ginny. Just put your head down there and I'll do the rest. Okay?"
"Okay," Ginny agreed trustingly.
The girls changed places on the bunk then. Ginny arose and Mary took Ginny's place. She spread her legs wide and beckoned for the girl to get between them. She then took Ginny's head in her hands and showed her, by hand pressure, where she should go. Ginny scooted back on the bunk and dove for Mary's muff. She could see the contours of it in the light that came in the cabin from the moon. She felt her own pussy twitch as she made oral contact with the pussy of the older woman.
"That's fine, Ginny, fine," Mary cooed. She spread her lips for Ginny by holding them apart with her hands. "Just put your mouth between my lips and then use your tongue to find my clitoris. It's there, waiting for you."
Ginny did as she was told, remembering Andrea's muff coming over her face that other night that seemed now to have been so long ago. But her lips touched the pink flesh of Mary's open cunt and the musk rose up to assail her nostrils. Gingerly, she put her tongue into the folds of flesh and began to lick the soft membrane. She felt Mary's body shudder and was encouraged to delve deeper with her tongue. She eagerly found the hole and ventured inside, searching as Mary had, for the tiny tuber that brought so much pleasure.
"Oooooh," Mary moaned. "That's so exquisite, so groovy, baby. You're close. I can feel you. I can feel your tongue going in me, like a knife, like a sweet hot knife. Oh, there, Ginny, there. You just brushed against it. Oh, yes, sweet girl, right there! You've hit it!"
Ginny was excited at what she was doing. Mary's talk helped. She felt as though she could make Mary happier than she had ever been before. When she found the clit, she knew what it was. It was like a small pea that had to be urged to come out of its shell. She tongued it and felt Mary's legs draw up around her head, tightening and loosening with each surge of pleasure.
"Oh, Ginny, doll, you are doing it to me!" Mary sobbed softly, almost delirious with delight. "You are tonguing that little bell like nobody ever has. Try to suck it, sweet, try to draw it up into that hot mouth of yours. There, that's right. Oh, man alive, but you're making me cooome!"
Mary's body shook as though it were on a roller coaster. Her legs went straight up in the air and Ginny dove deeper, her face buried in the crotch, the hard beak of the clit between her lips where she held it, her tongue grazing across it ever so maddeningly slow. She felt as though she were an expert already. She knew what to do. She knew what Mary's mouth and tongue had done to her and she was duplicating it. Mary's writhing response was proof that she was able to give love as well as receive it.
Mary thought of the young beautiful woman tonguing her. She had to admit to herself that Ginny was quite the most lovely thing that had ever happened to her. She was not only beautiful, but she was eager to please. Her mouth and tongue on her cunt had very nearly made her pass out. It had been so long since she had been with another woman and she hadn't realized the extent of her need and desire. Now, as Ginny tongued her pulsating clitoris, she knew that, at last, she had found not only a lover, but someone she could fall in love with, someone with whom she wanted to spend all her free hours. It would be sad, she thought, if she let a girl like Ginny get away from her. She was everything she had ever imagined in a lover. As she gushed with orgasm, her body trembling with the nervous splendor of the short stabbing climaxes, she wanted suddenly to take Ginny in her arms and run away with her, through the forest, up to the mountain top where no one could ever find them.
It was silly romantic notion, but that was the way she felt just then. She knew, in the deepest part of her mind, that it would be a long time before she would ever find a girl, a woman, like Ginny Reynolds. The memories of her own "coming out" were still vivid in her mind, but she knew that she had never been like Ginny, never been able to generate such intense pleasure with any of her partners.
"Oh, Ginny, stop now, baby, stop before I pass out," she said finally, wanting with all her heart to hold the girl in her arms, to feel her lush breasts against her own, to rub her cunt against Ginny's.
Ginny stopped, surprised, afraid that she had hurt Mary or had done something wrong.
"I-I'm sorry," she said.
"Why? You were just perfect, Ginny."
"I thought maybe that I didn't please you."
"Oh, you did, sweet one, but I want to hold you in my arms. I want to kiss you and feel all of your body. Don't you?"
Ginny looked up at Mary whose face was half in shadow, half in silver from the moon. "Oh, yes, Mary, I do. You've made me very happy. I want to be with you so much."
Mary wondered if she would always feel this way. A pang of jealousy stabbed at her. She suddenly hated Andrea for being the first, for bringing Ginny out before she had. It was stupid to think about this, she knew. It had happened and that was that. There was no changing the past. Still, she felt very possessive of Ginny already because she knew the girl was one in a million, one in ten million.
She drew Ginny to her, pulling her up over her spread legs and wide-open cunt, until she was on top of her. Then she put her arms around her and squeezed her tightly, feeling the weight of her crushing her breasts. She sought her mouth and found it, wet and tasting of her own pussy. She kissed her, mingling the juices of saliva and cunt fluids in their mouths. This was very stimulating to Mary and she held Ginny even tighter as she tasted the oils of her own sex in the girl's mouth.
Ginny enjoyed Mary, at the moment, more than she had enjoyed Andrea. For one reason, she felt that Mary was "authority" and therefore this sex act had more sanction than the one with Andrea. For another reason, Mary was obviously not just another chick out for rough kicks, like Andrea was. Mary was real. She was a woman and she loved like a woman-all the way, thinking of her partner, not just using her. This is what Ginny reasoned as she engaged in mouth to mouth kissing with Mary. She loved the feel of Mary's supple body against hers, the free contact of flesh between them. While it was a new experience, it was also one that she had longed for, subconsciously at least, for all her young years.
Ginny had never disliked boys, she had just been too sheltered by her family and their money and by her own proclivities for learning. She had petted and "messed around" but she had never gone "all the way." Now, after Andrea, and with Mary, she looked forward to sexual contacts with a kind of poignant longing for what she had missed and for the challenge and the adventures they promised to bring.
As she was being kissed by Mary, Ginny felt a change. Mary was thrusting her box up to hers and the feeling was both strange and thrilling. She could feel the bony pressure of Mary's cunt pressing upward and her own cunt responding to this. She was amazed at how her own lips seemed to flare, opening to this other woman's cunt as though it were the most natural thing in the world. Ginny felt as though the entire inside of her pussy was being slowly peeled inside out to present itself. Indeed, Mary's deft manipulation had pried apart her pink cunt lips so that she was aware of sensations that she had never experienced before.
Suddenly, without warning, Mary turned over, flipping Ginny over on her back. Then she was mounting her, rubbing cunt against cunt once again, this time more aggressively. Ginny was breathless from the quick change of positions which took no more than a moment. Now she could see Mary looking down at her, panting, her mouth open, her eyes glassy. The rubbing became more intense. Mary was very wet and her juices flowed down into Ginny's pussy, helping to lubricate that part of her even more than it already was.
"Oh, Mary," Ginny sighed, "that feels so good. I can feel all of you pressing against me, inside me."
"I know," said Mary. "I can feel it too. We seem to be matched to each other. We fit very well, you and I."
Ginny's body shuddered with orgasm again as Mary pressed even harder.
"Touch my breasts," Mary told Ginny.
Ginny reached up with both hands and took Mary's pendulous globes in her hands.
"Rub them, doll, rub them and squeeze them. Make my nipples hard."
The blonde girl, her hips moving now in counter rhythm to Mary's grinding friction, held the soft teats in her hands, delighting in the feel of them. She could sense Mary's growing excitement as she kneaded her breasts, tweaking the nipples every so often. They grew hard in her fingers and Mary increased her tribadic actions at the loins.
"Kiss the nipples now," Mary breathed, leaning close to Ginny's mouth.
Ginny reached up and took a nipple between her lips. She tongued it as she had Mary's clit and felt the button harden even more. The woman on top of her shuddered again as she reached still another climax. Ginny felt herself flooding again and popped two quick orgasms to Mary's one.
"If you only knew how tremendously good that feels," Mary said, her voice deep in her throat. "It's like being pricked by a needle, but it doesn't hurt that way. Your tongue seems to go right through my breasts and down to my cunt. Now do the other nipple, will you?"
Ginny changed to the other breast and once more she felt Mary shake with orgasm. Each time she did this, Ginny had two short spasms. She felt very wet inside her and very thrilled that all this was happening to her. She was more relaxed than she had been with Andrea and more sure of herself. She knew that Mary was experienced because of the way she moved and handled everything. Now Mary was kissing and sucking her own breasts and she thought that she had never felt anything so exquisite. She knew now what Mary had meant about the needle. She could feel the same thing. Her body responded to this by experiencing a series of orgasms that made her skin tingle. She felt as though her whole body had broken out in a mild rash. She was sure that her skin must be strawberry colored from the excitement that the older woman was generating. She felt flushed and hot all over, especially around her ears and neck and cheeks.
Mary knew that, despite Ginny's present state of excitement, she had not yet reached the limits of her ardor. There were so many things that two women could do together that were thrilling and she had only scratched the surface with her young cabin mate. Ginny was eager and erotic so that Mary felt that the sky was the limit. One thing she had learned, too, was that when she turned a girl on, she was turned on. Now that she was kissing and suckling Ginny's lovely young breasts, she could feel still more excitement build up in herself and in Ginny. She was soaked with the fluids of their lovemaking, and knew that Ginny was too. Still, there were really no limits to the heights they both could reach if Mary used even a few of her many tricks-tricks she had learned from other women and girls during the past two years or so.
Ginny's breasts seemed to swell as Mary continued her labial attack. She would put all of a breast in her mouth that she could, then lave the area with her tongue, scribing circles with her tongue, large at first, then smaller and smaller until she had just the nipple under siege. Then her tongue worried the tiny mouth of the nipple until she had Ginny dancing in bed with the rhythm of orgasm and pure sensation. They had stopped rubbing each other because they were concentrating on the oral aspect of their lovemaking so much.
Then Mary reached under her bunk., Beneath was a small cardboard box. She fumbled around and pulled out the object she was seeking. In the dark, Ginny didn't know that Mary had done this. Instead, her eyes were closed and she was panting at the oral laving her breasts were receiving from Mary.
Suddenly Mary stopped. "I want you to relax, Ginny, and keep your eyes closed. I'm going to turn you on with something that will blow your mind. Okay?"
"I guess so."
"It won't hurt. You'll love it," Mary promised. Ginny kept her eyes closed and waited. Mary spread Ginny's legs again and looked down at her soaked pussy. She rubbed it with her hands and pried open the lips with a careful finger. Already she could feel her own loins stir with erotic excitement. She knew that Ginny was going to love the next few moments and after that she would be totally committed to giving her body to Mary.
Mary knew what it was like. She often used the same device when she had no sex partner and was desperate for sex. She put the vibrator, shaped like a small phallus, inside Ginny's vagina, next to the clitoris. Then she flicked a button and turned it on. It began to. hum and she leaned over and kissed Ginny lightly on the lips.
"What?" Ginny asked, startled at the odd sensation she felt in her cunt.
"A vibrator, Ginny. Wait. Let it happen to you. See how you like it."
"All right."
Mary began to move the vibrator in and out and up and down. Its pulsating action began to work its magical effect on Ginny. Her eyes went wide and her mouth went slack. Mary watched the change occurring and smiled. She knew that no one could resist the power of the little white tube.
Ginny felt as though someone had plugged her into a wall socket. The vibrator sent a charge through her unlike anything she had ever known before. Every time it touched her little clit she came. Soon she was writhing back and forth on the bunk with no thought in her mind except that the pleasure must not stop, ever. She drew her legs up to her belly and then pushed them back down. She rolled to one side, then the other. Mary was doing things with that little bullet that seemed to open up Ginny until she was all raw nerves and sensations, a gaping cunt that was being electrified by the deft manipulation of a mechanical cock.
"Oh, don't stop, Mary, don't stop it. I'm coming all the time now!" Ginny shrieked.
Mary didn't stop. She poked the vibrator deep inside Ginny's cunt, moving it around like a flashlight. She jabbed it against the clitoris and up to her maidenhead. She rubbed it up and down the sopping slit and on the outside, between her thighs, up to her tummy and down to her puckered asshole. She delighted in the sadistic aspects of it and, before she realized she was doing it, had a finger in her own cunt hole banging her clit to a fare-thee-well.
Soon she had Ginny screaming for mercy. The vibrator had done its work. Mary took it out of Ginny's cunt and then took her in her arms.
"Did you like that?" she asked.
"Oh, yes," said Ginny, "but it's just too much. I mean I came until I thought I'd go mad. What a wild thing that is."
"I'll get one for you, if you'd like."
"Wow! Outta sight!"
Mary laughed. She felt young and happy herself. Ginny was contagious.
"Shall we go to sleep together or separately?" Mary asked, knowing that there was danger for them if someone chanced to catch them this way.
"I'm not sleepy, even," Ginny said.
Mary's eyes widened. What kind of girl was this? Here she had been wrung through the ringer and still she wasn't satisfied. Well, that was normal the first couple of times with a girl. They had learned something new about themselves and wanted to learn more. Well, there was a lot more to learn.
"Shall we keep making love, then?" Mary asked.
"If you're not tired...."
"Tired? I feel like I could go all night!"
"Wow! Maybe we will," Ginny squealed.
Mary took her in her arms again and they kissed deeply, warmly. It seemed to Ginny now that she had known Mary a long time. She was eager to experience new sensations with the older woman.
She wondered what Andrea was doing tonight. She wondered if her girl friend had any idea of what she was doing with Mary. It would be fun to tell her when she got back Sunday night. She was still thinking of Andrea when Mary handed her the vibrator.
"Do it to me, Ginny," Mary said.
"You bet," Ginny grinned, turning the instrument on.