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I went to summer camp when I was 9. There weren't any boys, it was all girls. My cabin had around a dozen girls my age.
My cabin had 2 teenage counselors who were also girlfriends. Since my moms are lesbians it was no big deal to me, but to some of the other girls it was exciting.
When they were assigning bunks there were not be enough beds for everyone. The counselors had their own room and it had two double beds. They said that they would just share a bed and have one of the campers take the other bed. They asked for a volunteer and I raised my hand. They asked me if I was sure I didn't mind sharing a room with a coupld of lesbians, and I told them my moms were gay and I've seen that before. They were satisfied with that answer.
The girls in charge of my cabin were both really hot by the way. I mean really pretty with really fit bodies and revealing tight clothes. I was only 9 but I knew a hot girl when I saw one. We spent the afternoon at the pool and they looked even better in their bathing suits.
That evening my counselors waited until they thought I was asleep and then started fooling around. There was a light outside the window so I could see everything clearly. They started kissing and that lead to grinding together. It was making me really horny listening to their sighs and moans, so I queity slipped my hand to my pussy and started to masturbate.
Then I heard one of them ask if I was awake. My heart was beating like crazy. I just lay still and silent hoping that they would continue.
I couldn't believe my luck when I saw them get into a 69 and I could clearly hear them licking each other's pussies. I had seen my mothers having sex more times than I can remember but this was fucking hot. I was going to die if I didn't cum soon. Finally I let myself go and I started to shake. I lost track of how many times my body shuddered as I listened to and watched these two beautiful teenagers lick each other's pussies. They came multiple times as well. I'm pretty sure they must have heard me but they didn't say anything. Maybe they were too caught up in their own passion to notice.
The next day the two girls paid extra attention to me at the pool. They helped to get all of the girls lathered up with sun lotion but when it was my turn they seemed to pay extra attention to me.
In the showers they made a joke calling all of us campers horny little lesbians and told us not to take too much time in the shower. I will admit I definitely enjoyed the view of the other girl's young bodies. There was one girl that was very beautiful that I especially liked. We had spent most of the day together. Her name was Lori.
When evening came we had some time to kill in our bunks before lights out. Lori and I were hanging out in her bunk and she asked me what I thought about lesbians. I told her that my moms were gay and that I probably was too and that it wasn't a big deal. She said that she definitely liked girls too and that she was scared she was probably gay. I told her not to be scared, it's a blessing not a curse.
I told her she was the most beautiful girl at camp and she blushed a little. She said she thought I was cute too.
When it was lights out I gave her a kiss on the lips and then went back to my room with the two horny bitches that kept me awake fucking like rabits until 3am the night before. The counselors saw me smiling and they must have noticed that I had a crush because they teased me saying that I had a girlfriend. Then we went to bed.
That night I lay still for a while hoping to catch them fucking again, but I must have been too tired from a full day and went to sleep right away. In the middle of the night though I awoke and I heard them moaning and licking. When I opened my eyes I saw them in a passionate 69 again. They really did like eating pussy. This time I didn't even care if I was caught and I just threw my covers off and started to openly masturbate right then and there. I don't think they cared much either because they just went right on eating each other. I lost track of how many orgasms I had that night. Eventually we all went to sleep.
The next day it was raining cats and dogs so after eating breakfast we joined up with the rest of the camp and played board games. Lori and I spend most of the day together getting close. I even asked her to be my girlfriend and she said yes.
That evening the counselors said, "We've noticed you and Lori are getting close. Are you a couple now?" I said yes. They said feel free to invite her to stay the night with you in here. We won't mind.
I thought about it for a second. I didn't want her there if it meant I couldn't masturbate, but if she wanted to have sex with me that would be a different story. I decided that I'd ask her to sleep with me that night and she said yes. Before turning out the light, the counselors asked us if we minded that they have sex with us in the room. I said no, I don't mind. Lori blushed a little and said sure. Then they recommended we do the same thing.
With the lights out, Lori and I started kissing while our counselors made out in their own bed. Then after a while I asked Lori if she's ever had an orgasm. She said no and I told her to lie there patiently and I would show her. I slipped my finger down to her pussy and massaged her clit for a few seconds until I could tell that she was nice and horny. Then I asked her if it would be all right if I licked her pussy. She just nodded and I began going down on her. She squirmed and then shook. By now our counselors were in a 69 position and I asked Lori if she wanted to try that. She nodded and said sure. And so we licked each other's pussies at the same time. I don't know how many times we climaxed, but it was one of the horniest things I ever experienced making love with this fresh young girl while two of the sexiest lesbians of all time ate each other in the bed next to us.
Then just when I thought we were going to go to sleep, our counselors invited us into their bed and we kissed them and jilled each other to more orgasms before we all fell asleep.
The next day it was still raining, and our counselors let Lori and I go back to our cabin with them to take naps. We all just ended up having more sex though.

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Jill had never
been any more than a school acquaintance of mine when our folks shipped us off
to girls’ summer camp. Jill was my
bunkmate. I wanted to bunk with my best
friend Jeannine but the camp gods deemed otherwise. To be honest, one reason I’d never got friendlier with Jill was
because she was by far the prettiest girl in my class. And she had breasts, too. I was too envious and felt out of her league
besides. She had long, blond hair, and
for a 12-year-old, an actual curvy body, unlike the rest of us who were either
skinny as rails or adorned with baby fat some of us would never grow out
of. I hadn’t known much about puberty
and sex at that age, but I did know all the boys in school sniffed around Jill
when at the same time they wouldn’t look at me twice. Looking back, I can imagine many a pubescent dick had been jerked
off to thoughts of her.
The first week
at camp had been uneventful—if you didn’t call all the bullshit games and
crafts “events.” Mischief for a few of
the girls amounted to sneaking into the woods to smoke. I didn’t join them—I wasn’t much for
mischief.
The communal
shower took some getting used to. For
some reason beyond modesty I didn’t like the idea other girls would be seeing
me naked. I had to get over it fast
since that was how it was going to be for the duration of camp (and school gym
classes going forward). Showering with
Jill was an eye opener. Like I said,
she didn’t have the body of a 12-year-old. 
Her breasts weren’t round like my mom’s (or like I imagined all women’s
to look like). Jill’s were pointy. They looked like upswept cones, topped by
big, puffy nipples. My tits and those
of the other girls were either flat or tiny bumps, and nothing close to her
size. Her pubic hair was almost as
blond as the hair on her head, little curly tufts of light hair that was
amazing for its contrast with the rest of us, ours being dark and coarse.
Day One shower,
and Jill was right next to me, bellyaching under the tepid spray, “Did you see
Jeannine checking out my boobs? I mean,
like she’s a lez.” Huh? Lez? She continued, “Like, she’s your friend,
Donna. Have you two fooled around or
anything?”
“Fooled around?”
I said, dumbfounded.
“You know…” She
looked at my expression, I guess, and said, “Maybe you don’t,” dismissing me
with a wave of her hand. That didn’t
stop her from going on to the others and me, “Sometimes I hate these things,”
placing a hand on each breast and giving them a wiggle. “All the stupid boys wanna do is touch
‘em. It’s disgusting.” She went back to soaping up and washing the
aforementioned touchable objects, and I didn’t think the idea was disgusting at
all. I must have been blushing since my
face felt hot and it wasn’t from the shower water either.
I don’t know
what possessed me, but I said, “At least you have ‘em, not like me.”
She looked at my
chest and said, “C’mon, girl, yours will grow and probably be a lot bigger than
mine. I can tell.”
Without any
hesitation she reached over and touched one of my bumps. “See, like right here you can feel the
outlines of how they will be in a while. 
Yours are gonna be big ones.”
I knew I was
blushing then, my breath caught in my chest that remained hot from her touch.
During the
remainder of the day, I was in other activity groups so I didn’t see Jill until
it was bedtime. When I said bunkmates,
I really meant it—good old-fashioned bunk beds. Jill had the top bunk and I had the bottom. I had on full pajamas and she wore a
nightdress.
At lights out, she
leaned over the edge of her bed and spoke to me. “Hey Donna, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable in the
shower…you know, like touching you.” 
She chuckled a little and said, “I have to admit you did look cute with
that baffled look on your face. You
ever kiss a boy?”
“Never,” I
answered. And I never had a boy want to
touch my tits either, I forlornly thought.
“It’s a
shame…kissing is so neat,” she said, before saying goodnight.
The following
day was dumb activity after dumber activity. 
The best part was swimming in the nearby lake. I figured Jill would have the skimpiest bikini of us all but her
suit was a one-piece not much different than mine.
That night in
our beds, Jill leaned over the edge as she had the night before. “Goodnight. 
You having fun here at Camp Dumpy?” Using the perversion of the camp’s
actual name everyone used there.
“Yeah, I think
so. The lake is nice, isn’t it?” She agreed. 
I asked the question that had been haunting me all day. “Why did you ask me if I ever kissed a boy?”
“I dunno, you
seem kinda innocent, like you don’t know about sex and all.”
“I, er, don’t
know a lot, I guess,” I said. Shit, I
knew NOTHING about sex.
“She smiled, and
whispered, “Kissing is the best, at least so far that I’ve learned. I mean, when I kiss boys I get all weird,
you know, down there.” 
What was she
talking about? My face must have
betrayed my puzzlement.
She made a sound
like “Urgh” and sort of rolled her eyes, and then whispered, “In a bit when the
rest are asleep, climb up here and we’ll…ah…talk, OK?”
I was still
clueless of what she wanted to talk about, however I warmed to the adventure so
when it grew quiet around our bunkhouse I scampered in the darkness up to her
bed. Jill was acting very animated, so
I was sure she would talk too loudly and wake the others. But she didn’t.
Whispering, she
said, “Why don’t I teach you how to kiss?”
“Shush…you don’t
know how to kiss a boy so I think I can teach you. I mean, it’s pretty cool the way you feel after, and it’s kinda
like getting you ready for sex.”
She lost me in
connecting kissing to sex. I didn’t
know what to say. She must have known
all along how clueless I was and at some level I was happy she took interest in
me and was teaching me things. All I
knew was that I felt really funny (in a good way) laying this close to
her. Even in the near blackness, she
looked so pretty, her golden hair shining in the filtered moonlight.
In her
conspiratorial whisper, she said, “You know, boys will always mash their lips
against yours like they’re hungry or something. You have to kinda take charge, what I mean is you have to open
your lips so they get the hint and put their tongue in.”
“Tongue? That’s not kissing,” I interrupted.
“Shhhh,” she
scolded. “We gotta be quiet.” She placed a hand at my cheek, and
whispered, “Oh yeah, tongues are the best part. Let me show you…I’ll be like the boy.”
She slid her
hand from my cheek to the nape of my neck and used it to pull my head
closer. When her lips met mine I
thought I would faint. They were soft
and warm and electric. She wormed her
tongue between my lips and began rubbing its tip against mine. She slowly moved her lips against my lips,
which were surprisingly wet from saliva. 
Was I drooling, I thought in horror? While the one hand remained at the nape of my neck, her other
slowly ran up my side until the combination of kiss and touch made me shudder
involuntarily. That’s when I became
aware her breasts were pressed into me with only our nightclothes between us. Her heat somehow transferred into my chest; I
felt my nipples pucker tight. 
Altogether a fantastic feeling, as she predicted.
Jill soon
whispered, “See how nice kissing is?”
“Did you feel
anything in your vagina?”
“Huh?” Still clueless,
but soon to be educated some more.
           “When a boy kisses
me I get all kinda, er, fluttery down there…and wet like I peed…but it’s not
like that, I know…it’s better…way better. 
Did you feel that way?”
“I dunno, I
sorta felt funny in my stomach, like butterflies or something.” I don’t know why I felt like I HAD to, but I
did—I slid my hand into my panties and touched myself. “Yeah, I’m kinda wet, maybe a little.”
“See? It’s cool.” 
She was silent for a moment, then asked in her hushed voice, “Wanna do
it again?”
I nodded but in
the darkness I doubted she saw me. She
must have taken silence as a yes anyway, for she moved her lips to mine once
more. This one was better, though I
couldn’t pinpoint why. Maybe it was the
heat of her lips (more saliva?) or maybe it was the greater intensity of my
butterflies. I lost track of how long
we kept our lips and tongues together. 
After a long while Jill whispered that I better get back to my bed
before we fell asleep, or “they’ll all be talking in the morning.”
I clambered back
down to the lower bunk. Before sleep
took me, I felt between my legs again. 
Oh yeah, much wetter this time; such a nice feeling I thought. My dream that night was of puddles and
fluttering butterfly wings.
Following
breakfast the next day I didn’t see Jill until we went swimming in the
afternoon heat. She seemed glad to see
me, which was a surprise of sorts since the ‘popular’ girls weren’t usually
that friendly to me. Seeing her smile,
I remembered our kissing last night and I’m sure I blushed bright red. She went so far as to compliment me on how I
looked in my bathing suit. I couldn’t
believe my ears.
“Yeah, it looks
great ‘cause it’s tight and you have a nice butt. When those boobs of yours really sprout you’ll look really good
in a bikini.” She laughed. “I’ve got a bikini but my mom said there was
no way I was gonna wear it here. I
think she had ideas of male counselors raping me or something. Jeez!”
I said, “You
look so good in that one-piece, ‘specially up top, I can only imagine what you
look like in a bikini.”
“Wow! Talk like that and I’ll be your friend for
life!” She giggled lightly, with a hint
of throatiness.
“I’d like to be
your friend.” I really meant it too—a
whole new realm for me to be in. I was supremely
happy the rest of the day thinking about her.
At lights out,
Jill whispered from the top bunk, “Psst, hey, you. C’mon up here,” sounding as if she were suppressing a giggle.
I climbed up in
the darkness and was immediately shocked. 
She was naked except for her panties! 
She whispered to me that she never wore pajamas or anything to bed at
home and was tired of having to wear the nightdress in the summer heat of our
cabin.
I answered her
with action, not words, brushing my lips against hers. This one lasted longer than the one the
night before. I was itchier and wetter
than the night before too. I found I
liked kissing very much.
Jill moaned
“Mmmmmm,” her lips vibrating, and at the same time her tongue grew more frantic
as it darted all around my mouth. Her
hand went under my pajama top and touched one of my nipples. I pulled away.
She took a deep
breath and then said, “Donna, I’m so sorry. 
Whew, I got carried away for a minute.” 
Another deep breath; “Wow, like you’re a great kisser for a rookie.”
“You touched
me,” was all I could say, more out of confusion than accusation.
Just then a girl in another bed
coughed and stirred. Jill said
“Shhhh.” After several minutes of
renewed silence, she whispered, “You know, you can touch me if you want. We’ve been talking about tits seems like
every day, so if you want to, like, see what they feel like, I won’t mind.”
The surprising
thing to me was that I really did want to see what they felt like. I reached my hand out and lightly cupped one
breast and squeezed it a little. She
moaned. I thought she likes it ,
and that intrigued me for sure. Did I
like it when she touched my nipple? It
got goosepimply and I shivered a little, so the answer seemed to be yes . I fondled her and soon our lips were locked
together again in another long, juicy kiss.
When we finally
came up for air, she whispered, “Omigod, I’m really wet now. I can feel it.”
I knew how wet I
was then, but I shocked myself by asking in a hushed voice, “Can I feel it?”
I got a
too-loud, croaking reply, “Yes, oh yes.” 
I slid my hand tentatively into her panties and discovered her
arousal. She was indeed wet, maybe a
lot more than me. The crotch of her
panties was so wet it did feel like she’d peed herself.
She moaned
softly, then whispered, “You better get down into your bed. I’m gonna do myself, and I don’t want you as
temptation so close, OK?”
I truly didn’t know what she meant, but I dutifully
climbed down from the top bunk. In a
minute I felt the bunk bed rock a bit and I heard her moan and whimper. I was beginning to understand what she meant
by ‘temptation’ and what she had just done.
The next morning before breakfast, Jill whispered in
my ear, “Today when we go to
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