*This book is intended to be both pornography and an affectionate homage—almost a parody, yet real porn—to the wild pulp paperback porn that was so ubiquitous in the 1970s and 80s. Supplanted by the advent of the cheap porn video, this pulp porn was one of the main media for pornography then. It was what the self‑conscious “erotica” of the day specifically was not—it was nasty, rude, usually very embarrassing, and a lot of fun. It commonly had a faux‑naïve tone, especially the stuff about teenage girls. I try to capture that here.*
Lesbian Camp Girls
Chapter 1
“BYE MOM! Bye Dad!”
Lisa waved as her parents drove away down the road through the trees out of summer camp. Her slender 18 year old body balanced on tiptoes and she waved until they were out of sight.
Then she turned around and smiled with delight. She was back at her beloved Camp Sunup, where she’d spent a month every summer since she was 8.
She’d grown from being just a little girl like one of the dozens scampering happily around her to a lovely young woman—who was still enough of a girl to know that summer was for fun, and enough of a woman to know that fun could be more than playing Capture the Flag.
Especially when your parents were away and you were on your own. And right now, she couldn’t wait to be alone.
She picked up her last bag—Daddy had already helped her move most of her stuff to her cabin—and made her way through the other campers. Little and big, all the girls around her were celebrating their new found freedom. The littlest girls were running around screaming. She’d outgrown that a long time ago.
The bigger girls, her own age, were standing on the porch of the dining hall being cool, and some of them were regarding Lisa as she walked past them. She recognized some of them, and waved, but kept going.
She wanted to get to her cabin.
Already she could see it in her mind’s eye: a little two bed wooden cabin, one of ten grouped around a clearing in the woods. There were five such clearings, with ten cabins each. Her clearing was called Unit 1.
And her cabin was special. Most of the others had four or six beds. But because she was 18, she was a Pony—a counselor in training—and she and another Pony shared a single cabin. Next year they could become real counselors, like those girls she’d admired and had crushes on summer after summer.
Lisa turned onto the road to Unit 1, her steps quickening. Alone in her bunk—that’s what she longed for. Alone with her thoughts—and her fingers.
Like most girls her age, Lisa had discovered her own body. One day a few months before, she’d been washing herself in the shower, and while directing the hose between her legs, had discovered a most delicious feeling. A feeling that grew and grew the longer she played the water between her legs. A feeling that exploded.
At first, it had made her confused and even afraid. But then she learned that there was nothing dangerous about the good feeling.
She also learned that the shower wasn’t the only place she could feel it. So she had rocked herself to orgasm every night in bed since then.
But she was always afraid that her parents would find out about it. So she had been looking forward to getting away to camp, where she could be off by herself, and make herself explode like that whenever she wanted to.
And she wanted to very badly right now.
As she came down the road into Unit 1, her heart was beating fast with excitement. Soon, very soon, she’d be alone, her fingers touching down there, that place that had so many dirty names. Dirty, exciting names. Like pussy, cunt, gash.
She had never said those words out loud, or even heard anyone say them. She wasn’t even sure where she’d learned them.
But sometimes, when she was in the middle of doing herself, she’d whisper them very softly. Like someone else saying it to her. Like someone else was there touching her.
Unit 1 was nearly deserted; most of the campers were already still up at the dining hall. All the better. She’d be left in peace.
The only other girls she could see were three little kids down at the other end of the unit, and a tall, red haired girl walking toward them.
The red haired girl looked about her own age, and Lisa wondered who she was. The girl was a jock, she could see that from across the clearing. Her long legs were muscled, and on either side of the red hair on her back, broad shoulders stood out from the straps of her tank top.
Lisa only paused for a second, and then walked up to her cabin. The door was open, and she quickly stepped inside and shut it behind her. Thank God, the other girl who would be sharing the cabin hadn’t arrived yet. Only Lisa’s suitcases lay open on her bunk.
Lisa threw her bag on the floor and stepped out of her sneakers. Alone at last! Alone with her own beautiful body.
She stripped off her clothes. It felt so good to have those off. Her long, brown arms ripped the tank top off and tore open the shorts.
Gasping with excitement, she didn’t wait to lie down or even take off her silk panties. She drove her fingers flat between her legs.
Her panties were wet. Was it sweat? No, she didn’t sweat there, that spot right over her cunt. It was her own jizz leaking out. It spread through the thin fabric. As she pressed there, it was like squeezing a lemon. More juice gushed out.
Suddenly she could smell it everywhere. A strange smell, but one she had come to love. It meant she was turned on. It meant she was going to get pleasure.
Lisa probed and rubbed with her fingers, steadying herself with her other hand against the frame of the bed. She happened to glance in the mirror, and saw herself, a slender, dark haired beauty, nearly naked and out of her head with lust.
She gasped when she saw her image in the mirror. She was beautiful. She’d never before thought to look in the mirror when touching herself. Now she saw that being turned on made her look strange, a little wild—like someone in an advertisement.
She was entranced with her image. Continuing to rub between her legs, she stared into her own eyes. The girl she saw there was not only beautiful. She was doing something strange. She was standing in the middle of the room touching her own cunt.
Cunt. The word set her on fire. “Oohhhh,” she groaned, closing her eyes momentarily. When she opened them again, she saw her breasts. They were round and firm, not too big or little, with smooth perfect skin.
She let go of the bed and cupped one of her breasts with the free hand. It felt so good. She looked at herself in the mirror touching herself. She imagined herself doing that with someone watching—offering her own body up like that.
It was a forbidden image. No one had ever seen her naked. But it made her cream even more.
Her panties were sodden with come. Any more and they’d just dissolve. She slid them off, shivering at the touch of air on her dripping cunt.
“Oohhhh.” That word again. She took one of her fingers—it was already wet just from the jizz soaking through her underwear—and slid it sharply into her cunt.
“Ooooh.” That felt so good. She looked at herself again in the mirror and saw a beautiful girl with a finger up her own cunt.
The sight sent her soaring. She moved the finger in and out, staring at the spot in the mirror where it disappeared into that hairy gash.
“Oh, God,” she moaned. “Oh, shit. Oh, no.”
Her finger went faster and faster in her cunt as she gazed at herself in the mirror. It must be bad to look at yourself like that. And if anyone else caught her like that, she’d die. But the sight put her on the moon.
“Uughhh,” she grunted. The hand that was stroking her breast now began to make circles around her nipple.
She could feel herself getting higher and higher. In a minute, she’d get what she wanted—that explosion of pleasure even she didn’t understand.
She just knew she wanted it. “No,” she whispered, “not that. Not in my… cunt.”
It never failed. Just whispering the word was enough to set her off.
“Eeeeeyyyaahhhhh,” she wailed. “Oh, God. Goooooood.” The finger went in and out like a piston, and she watched it all in the mirror.
What she saw was so beautiful, and so dirty. A girl fucking herself. But she was no longer in any condition to worry about it.
Explosions of pleasure rocketed back and forth in her cunt. She went faster and faster, higher and higher. She was coming hard on her finger. And she moaned. “Noooooooo….”
Then came a knock on the door.
Lisa screamed. She was so frightened she almost fell over.
The knock came again.
“Who is it?” Lisa yelled, grabbing a towel from her suitcase.
The door opened and the tall, red haired girl stood in the doorway. “Hello?” the girl said, peering into the darkness of the cabin. Then she saw Lisa.
“Hi,” the girl said. “My name’s Sandy.” She came inside and shut the door.
Lisa said, “Oh, hi…. I’m Lisa.” She was in a panic. Had the red haired girl heard her moaning? Had she seen anything?
Sandy came up to her. She was so much taller than Lisa. For a minute, Lisa thought Sandy wanted to shake her hand, but she was too tangled up in the towel.
But Sandy reached up and put her hand behind Lisa’s neck, and bent down and kissed her on the lips.
Lisa was so shocked she couldn’t think. Here she was wrapped up in just a towel, and this stranger had come in while she was jacking off, and had just come up and kissed her. She wanted to die.
But at the same time, the pressure of Sandy’s lips on hers stuck a chord down between her legs. To her confusion, she felt an explosion of warmth, and a trickle of come escape from her cunt lips.
But the kiss didn’t last very long, and then Sandy just walked away and sat on the other girl’s bunk.
“Are you… are you in this cabin too?” Lisa asked, breathless.
“No, I’m a counselor,” Sandy answered. “I’m the senior counselor for the camp.”
“Well, I haven’t seen you before,” Lisa explained. “I mean, I’ve been coming here for years.”
“And it’s my first year, so what?” Sandy said. She reached back and ran her hands through her hair. “I already know a lot about this place.”
“Oh, really? How old are you?” Lisa asked.
“Nineteen,” Sandy said. She was gorgeous, with full red lips and blue eyes. As she leaned back on the bed, her large breasts jutted out. “And you’re eighteen.”
Sandy laughed a little. “I remember what that was like. I didn’t have a job like this, that’s for sure. I was too busy getting it from my boyfriend.”
Lisa blushed and looked at the floor.
Sandy ignored the younger girl’s embarrassment. “I had just discovered sex and I was determined to get it as much as possible, and girl, that’s what we did. There wasn’t a single night I went to bed without some of his stuff up my cunt or down my throat,” she went on, staring at Lisa.
Lisa was speechless. Sandy must have seen her masturbating. That’s the only reason she’d talk about sex like this.
It was so embarrassing. And yet the words had their effect on her cunt too. She could feel it melting, turning into a cauldron of come.
“Look at me,” Sandy demanded. “What about you?”
“What about me?” Lisa echoed, confused. She looked into Sandy’s eyes with terror.
“Don’t you like fucking?” Sandy asked, her voice suddenly soft. “Don’t you like it when he puts his cock in you and you cream all over it? Or when he comes in your mouth and you feel it on your tongue really warm and juicy? Or maybe you don’t do that—with boys.”
Lisa closed her eyes. She felt dizzy. All those words she’d hardly dared repeat in her own mind, this outrageous, gorgeous girl was spouting off to her. What was she trying to do, turn her on?
If so, she was succeeding. Lisa’s cunt ached to be touched. And one of her hands was so close. Maybe Sandy wouldn’t notice if she moved ever so slightly.
But when she opened her eyes again, Sandy’s gaze was locked on her cunt. Lisa looked down. She saw that her hand certainly was close to her cunt—in fact, it looked like she was purposely pressing against it.
“You know what I’m talking about, don’t you?” Sandy whispered. “Don’t you?”
“No!” Lisa groaned.
“‘No’? Don’t tell me you’re a virgin, Lisa.”
“Oh, God,” Lisa murmured. Would this insane interrogation never end?
Sandy sat up on the bed again. “Tell me you’ve never done it,” she coaxed. “Tell me you’ve never felt a guy’s meat. Never told him what he wanted to hear, never begged for it because that’s what he likes. Don’t kid me, kid.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Lisa pleaded. “Can I just get dressed, please?”
“Oh!” Sandy said, standing up. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt you.”
She walked across the floor to Lisa, catching hold of her wrist. “Go ahead,” Sandy purred. “Just go back to what you were doing.”
Lisa turned crimson, but before she could say anything, Sandy’s hand against her cheek made her head turn, and then Sandy was kissing her again.
That voluptuous mouth that said those awful things—it was pressing against hers. And then, to Lisa’s amazement, she felt Sandy’s tongue against her lips, against her teeth, exploring her mouth.
And she was responding. A moan escaped from her lips, giving Sandy the chance to force her mouth open farther. Lisa felt faint, she felt a wave of desire hit her cunt. The towel hit the floor, and she was standing naked before Sandy. Now Lisa didn’t care what happened. She felt powerless, completely under Sandy’s power.
Then, just as suddenly as it began, the kiss was over. Sandy was standing at the door. “Think you dropped something,” the red haired girl said, eyeing her from head to foot. “See you later, Lisa.” Then she disappeared.
Lisa grabbed the towel from the floor and covered herself again, needlessly now. She hugged it around her. That girl had seen her naked! Had poked her long tongue in her mouth! Had made all kinds of lewd suggestions! And what had she seen and heard before she came in?
Lisa wanted to die. This was terrible. She had to get away.
Then she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror. She looked as wide eyed as a deer in the gun sights of a hunter. Her hair was disheveled where Sandy had held her. The towel imperfectly covered her lovely, slender, body.
Slowly she let it drop. That was what Sandy had seen. The beautiful body, the small, perfect breasts, the gentle curve of the belly leading down to wide hips and a huge delta of black hair.
Lisa put out a hand toward the mirror. Then she let the hand drift toward her cunt. That black hair, Sandy couldn’t have missed it. Awful. But so pretty….
And very soon, she was doing herself again. Just as Sandy had told her to.
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