BEE-6831B

Sweet Virgin's Caress

by Morris DeCat



Chapter 1

Wayne Austin got out of his car, and looked at the house for a moment before ringing the doorbell. He was tired of dealing with the idiocies of the school district employing him, and so had passed up doing summer duty at the high school where he taught. Still, there were financial conditions, and so he had listened with interest when a friend told him of a summer, and possibly a fall, opening at a private coastal school. That and the address of the house he now stood before were all the information he had been provided with, other than a phone number. The woman who had answered and made the appointment with him was named Kelly Fairfield, and her voice had nestled warmly in his ear.

The door opened, and Wayne looked down into brown eyes, the curved, dark eyebrows above them lifted questioningly.

"I'm Wayne Austin. I have an appointment with Miss Fairfield," he smiled.

"Come on in. She's tied up on the phone, but she'll be down in a minute." the girl smiled, waving him inside.

"Fine." He entered the comfortably furnished living room, sunlight filtering in through thin under-drapes.

"This is Alex," Alma said, and he turned to see the other girl. "We're twins," Alma said with a smile, "but not identical twins, obviously."

"Nice to meet you," he nodded to the girl wearing a loose fitting knit sweater and slacks.

"Same here." Alex motioned to a large sofa. "Have a seat."

"Do you two go to the school Miss Fairfield is involved with?" he asked as he sat on the sofa, and they stood by his knees, looking down into his eyes.

"She's our aunt," Alma said, and she rested her hands on his knee.

"Maybe in the fall," Alex said, following Alma's lead by leaning against him, and he felt the warm softness of her loins against his knee as she leaned forward off the balls of her feet.

"I think you'll like it there," Alma said with a smile that accented her full lower lip, and her dark brown hair fanned down past her shoulders as she slowly brushed it back from her face.

"Yes, maybe you'll be our teacher," Ales said, her mouth the same as Alma's but for the upper lip being slightly longer.

"Maybe so," he nodded, uncertain about their continued contact with his knees and calves, and about the sensuous smiles and looks accompanying their words.

"Do you enjoy ... high school?" Alma asked softly, the light curve of her torso accented as she turned from side to side off her feet, her hands shifting against his knee as her long, rounded thighs moved against it.

"Uh, yes," he nodded, his mouth dry as her eyes sparkled, the light haloing her hair.

"Where you've been ... teaching, is it co-ed?" Alex asked, hazel eyes gleaming, the tone of the voice implying more than textbook teaching.

"Yes," he said, finding his voice tight as the twins shifted against his knees and calves, their hands moving against his lower thighs, and he noted them smiling at one another for an instant, and then Alma was moving between his spread legs, her back to his thigh as one hand turned against his knee.

"Do you ... teach different things?" she asked, her other hand moving back to his upper thigh, and he felt feverishly hot as her ass shifted back against his thigh.

"Uh, yes," he said hoarsely, and he felt his cock hardening as the wide ovals of her ass shifted against his tensed leg through her skirt and his slacks. "English, and PE," he added, his heart pounding.

"Ah, physical education," Alex smiled, leaning forward with thighs to Wayne's knee, her hands turning against his knee.

"That sounds like fun," Alma smiled, and her hands pushed against his leg, and she was seated upon his thigh, causing him to dimly realize that he was, in effect, pinned. "You must be pretty well educated, physically, huh?" she smiled, her fingers curled to the outside of his thigh, her arms straightened and her shoulders back, which caused the subtle rises of her still blossoming tits to push forward against her sweater.

"How, uh, do you mean?" he asked, his breathing having deepened as his tool went fully erect.

"Oh, just that you must know what you're doing, physically," Alex smiled as Alma reached out to shift the knot of his tie, her hand lifting from his knee, the other tightening against the top of his leg, her thumb pressing down against the juncture of it and his groin.

"You know," Alma said with a teasing smile as Alex leaned forward, thighs shifting against Wayne's knee.

"Yeah, I think so," he smiled wryly, wondering about the twins, and about when their aunt would be arriving, and what her reaction would be to Alma being seated on his leg while Alex rubbed against him.

"Yeah, I think you do know, that is," Alex smiled as Alma slowly slid her hand down Wayne's tie, the backs of her curled fingers moving against his chest and stomach as she lifted one foot to the edge of the couch, thus bringing the side of it in against his swollen balls.

"Uh, your aunt ...?" he murmured as the girl's foot shifted against his nuts, her thumb continuing to rub against the outside of his groin, and Alex was alongside the outside of his other leg, caressing the top of his thigh while arching against it.

"I think she's probably already educated," Alma said, and then giggled, and Alex's one hand was against the juncture of his other leg and his groin.

"I meant ..." he said with confusion as the press of their bodies and the movements of their hands deepened the throbbing of his rod.

"Yes?" Alma whispered as she leaned toward him, and he felt her breath fluttering against his mouth as her hand spread against his stomach, and she was kissing his lips.

The girl's lips were incredibly soft, and his eyes closed as his mouth opened. Her tongue flowed against his lips and his teeth, and her hand was opening and closing against his tightened stomach. Alex had turned to face him, and was pushing up to straddle his other thigh, the twins now mounted upon both, Alma's fanny turning from side to side against one as Alex's thighs gripped the other. One of Alex's hands was at Wayne's shoulder, the other continuing to grip the top of his thigh, but now the thumb was to the outside, and the stroking fingers were rubbing against Wayne's rigid staff.

"Ah, what do we have here?" he heard Alex say, the words floating through the ocean's roar within his ears as his tongue flowed back and forth with Alma's, their mouths wide.

Alma's hand lifted from his thigh to his stomach, both hands opening his shirt, and then it was caressing the heated flesh while the other hand moved down to join Alex's. He groaned into her mouth as they stroked his throbbing member through his slacks, feeling the contours of the staff and knob.

His breathing labored, he slid his hands up their backs, then down and under their sweaters. He sucked at Alma's tongue as she kneaded his stomach and his shaft, Alex rubbing his cock's head, and he moved his hands up under the sweaters to caress the smoothness of their backs. Alex's hand lowered from his shoulder to the outer top of his thigh while the other continued to squeeze and stroke his head, her loins rocking back and forth upon the hardness of his thigh, buttocks tightening and loosening.

All of his questions, including those concerning Kelly Fairfield, were cast aside in the rising maelstrom of arousal going through his body and brain. His pushed his fingers down under the waistbands of Alma's skirt and of Alex's slacks, and his fingertips moved against the plump tops of their ass cheeks. His mouth and Alma's twisted together, and her fingertips were seeking a hold on his zipper. The leg closest to him raised, the side of her foot rubbed against his balls, the toe of her shoe shifting beneath his swollen tool. Ales leaned forward, and their lips slid together, the twin tongues dancing with his. His heart was pounding, the come straining for release as they moved upon him, their tongues swimming with his as they caressed him.

Their breathing ragged, and their faces flushed, the three gradually drew their mouths apart, and he looked into their gleaming eyes as he smiled drunkenly. Then, his eyes began to focus, and he was aware of something beyond them. He shifted his gaze, and saw the woman.

Jet-black hair waved down to her shoulders, and out from her forehead. Her dark blue-gray eyes were feline, and wide-set, and revealed nothing of her reaction to the sight of the twins stroking his cock as he kneaded their asses. She wore a yellow shirt-blouse over a matching pullover, the scooped top of which revealed the cleavage of her full, wide breasts. White velvet slacks held to her full hips, fitting her long legs loosely.

"Oh, hi, Aunt Kelly," Alex said cheerfully, and swung down off Wayne's leg to stand beside the chair, the inside hand shoving down against Wayne's cock with the movement.

"Hi," Alma smiled, and slid her foot down to the floor and over his rigid length, her hands leaving his stomach and fly.

"Alex, Alma," Kelly nodded without expression, and she fingered the yellow beads hanging from her neck as she looked back to Wayne.

"Uh-h-h," he said, his mind a total blank, and he fumbled with his shirt buttons as he stood up. "I'm Wayne Austin," he said, attempting to smile as he introduced himself.

"Yes, I assumed that," she nodded, and he followed her gaze down to the tenting rise of his erection. "I'm Kelly Fairfield," she said, her eyes raised when he lifted his.

She moved toward the couch, and Alma and Alex sat down together on a large chair facing it from across the room.

"Do sit down," she said, and he sat beside her on the couch, noticing the manila envelope she held, as he attempted to comfortably cross his legs. "Midge spoke very highly of your abilities," she said, "but, of course, we need to know about your credentials, and such."

"Yes, of course," he said after a moment of looking into her long-lashed eyes, and he took papers from his inside jacket pocket, and she began to look through them.

He shifted as she read the papers, and he checked to make sure all of his shirt buttons had been refastened. His erection going, he uncrossed his legs, and looked over at the twins. Alex's hand rested on the top of Alma's thigh, casually shifting the skirt higher and higher. He looked down at the girl's long, rounded thighs as the cloth moved up from them, and the light gleamed from soft down. He dampened his lips as the shadowed area narrowed toward her loins, and he lifted his eyes as his tool began to harden again. Alex's mouth was at Alma's ear, and the girl looked across at him with a smile as she listened. He thought he saw Alex's tongue move against the delicately furled ear, and he recrossed his legs, seeing the pointed tongue turn in Alma's ear as the skirt was pushed up to the tops of her thighs.

"Yes, very impressive," Kelly said, and he blinked his eyes from the twins to her, seeing that she had finished reading the papers.

"Thank you," he said, unsure about how to act after having been caught making out with the twins.

"And you've passed the test," she added with a trace of a smile.

"Test?"

"Yes," she nodded, and she opened the manila envelope, taking a group of photos from it. "To see if you'd be freaked out by strange behavior," she said with a nod toward the twins, and he had a difficult time keeping his eyes on her as he noted Alex's hand beneath Alma's skirt. "You see," Kelly continued, "our school is very private, very elite, but ... it isn't just a school, in the general sense. Our girls have had troubles before coming to us."

"With the law, you mean?" he asked.

"Oh, sometimes, but just for minor offenses -- no pun intended," she smiled, and he found himself smiling back as the furled corners of her mouth lifted. "But usually it's more a matter of the parents being unable or unwilling to deal with youthful problems. So they send them off to school."

"Then they. shouldn't be any more dangerous to teach than any other high-schoolers," he smiled.

"Well, in the sense of physical danger, they're probably far preferable. But they could be considered physically dangerous in another sense," she said, and handed the photos to him. "These are pictures that parents, teachers, or snitching brothers or sisters came across. They're of girls who've since graduated," she smiled as he looked down at the photos.

The first picture was of four girls, who he guessed were dressed up for a rock concert, their garb both flashy as well as revealing. One of the girls had a sullen, tomboyish expression; she wore a large scarf below her jacket and shirt, drawn over and knotted at one hip, leaving most of it and the leg on that side bare, as her feet were. The next photo was of three of the girls from the first with two others, the teenagers writhing about the feet of boys the same age, and dressed correspondingly. A younger girl was apparently about to open the pants of another boy in the next shot.

Finding the shots interesting, but hardly unusual, he went to the next, and smiled. One of the girls wore a black silk gown, and held a quirt and a leash, the leash connected to a collar worn by another girl, who knelt with dramatic subservience before the other.

"Very dramatic," he said, and from the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of Alma loosening Alex's pants and slipping her hand into them.

The next photo showed one of the girls from the first shot standing behind the dominatrix, who was dressed casually here, the girl behind her helping her pull her top down and away from a ripe tit. The next picture was of a girl whose long upper lip and pouted lower lip gave her a look of tough sensuality, the girlishness of her face contrasting with her full breasts, rounded nipples standing out from plump areolas.

The pictures becoming more interesting, he flicked his eyes toward the twins, and saw Alma's hand moving within the crotch of Alex's slacks. Kelly was leaning back comfortably, and she motioned to the girls, who nodded toward their aunt, and got up, Alex's loosened pants riding low. Alma's skirt dropped back down, and they moved away. He looked through the last pictures, and found that they were all of one girl. Perhaps sixteen, she had light auburn hair, and wore a great deal of old, attractive jewelry, and nothing else. She grinned broadly from the first shot, her rounded cheeks dimpled. Seated, she had one knee lifted to the side, her leg long and shapely, her full hip and ass's sides shown. In the second shot she was leaning back, one leg outstretched, the other lifted out to the side, the chestnut curlings of her muff revealed. One arm draped over the supple curve of her stomach, the other was lifted so that she could caress her full lower lip with her little finger, large eyes looking up into the camera. Her blossoming tits were wide --set, and they lifted .outward as if the wide pegs of her nipples were being held to draw the breasts out, her areolas a pinkish tan. In the third shot she was stretched out on her back, the nipples erect, her muff standing out with static electricity.

"Well, they're hardly shocking," he shrugged, and slipped the photos back into the envelope, and he saw that the twins were setting up a film projector.
"That's true," Kelly nodded. "Still, less than a hundred years ago, girls in the US didn't start having periods until they were seventeen, and now it's down to twelve, and even eleven. But adults often continue to expect that teens will be something out of forties musicals.

"Yeah," he nodded, thinking about the near-puritanical reactions of other teachers to seeing students' actions and dress.

"But you weren't shocked," she nodded with a smile, her sloe-eyes gleaming.

"No," he admitted, and noticed that one of the photos had fallen to the floor. He looked at the picture. A girl with lush, out pointing tits sat with other girls and boys, the group apparently eating foods from the body of a long-legged girl.

"Still, they can be arousing," Kelly said, and their eyes met as his lifted from the photo.

"Most assuredly," he smiled.

"And acting upon that arousal?"

"Um, a high school girl, if she was interested, and interesting ..." he shrugged "If you're trying to find out if I could resist your students, I'm afraid I can't give you any, guarantees."

"I like honesty," she nodded, leaning back with one arm stretched out atop the couch. "Personally, I think it's asking for trouble to have a group of girls set away like 'that with no boys or men about."

"You're looking for a stud," he laughed.

"Personally, I can see that as an aspect of the job, if the man isn't going to use his authority to manipulate the girls, and if he isn't going to get hung up on them, or get them hung up on him. But I'm only an administrator. Ella, the principal, may well have different ideas, though she does feel that the girls need the presence of a man around."

He nodded, and noted that he would have to thank Midge for tipping him about the job opening. Alma turned out the lights as Alex drew the drapes tight, and they started the projector. He turned to look at the screen.

"The mother of one of the girls found this film, and left it with us when she enrolled the girl," Kelly said.

Two dark-haired girls stood in a large, well lit bathroom as the film began. Both wearing terrycloth robes, they appeared to have just gotten up. The large shower-tub was nearly filled with water, and they debated as to who was going to use it first. An off-camera voice suggested that they share it, and the camera revealed a well-built boy in his late teens. The girls looked at one another and giggled. Nodding, they let their robes drop to the floor.

The projector beside the couch, Wayne looked over to see that Alex's and Alma's arms were around each other's waist as they watched the film, their hands caressing each other's ass. From the corner of his eye, he saw that Kelly was watching the screen with interest. His breathing deepening, he looked back at the movie.

He wondered if the girls were sisters; their features were similar, as were their bodies. They stepped into the tub, and the one with longer hair began to soap her arms. Glancing toward the boy, she reached over and curved her soaped hands to the firm globes of the other girl's tits, globes not as developed as her own. The boy dampened his lips, and his cock was outlined against his jeans.

Alex's free hand moved up under Alma's sweater to caress her tits, the sweater pulled up from the smooth curve of her taut belly. Kelly's wide mouth was ajar, the angling up of the upper lip from the full lower lip accented. His tool burning, Wayne tried to keep his attention on the screen.

The girls turned toward the boy, the water gleaming from their bodies, soap frothing the slender plume of the one girl's pubic hair. They asked if he didn't need a gold shower, both grinning as they motioned toward his obvious erection. He smiled, and took their offered hands. They drew him forward and he slipped his loafers off before stepping into the tub. The younger girl moved behind him, sliding her body against his as her hands caressed his back and waist. He kissed the older girl, their tongues moving as the younger girl's hands moved between them to open his jeans.

The three eased down to their knees in the water, and the girl pushed the jeans down from his ass as her partner raised his T-shirt. The younger girl's full ass cheeks shifted as she leaned down to push the jeans to his knees, and she kissed his buttocks. Smiling, the boy turned to the side and sat down. His hard prod jutted up out of the water, and the girls lifted his legs to slip the pants off. His weight back on his arms, he watched with a grin, and then he removed the T-shirt. The three embraced, sitting together in the water, and their tongues moved together as their hands slid over one another's bodies, his hands cupping their tits as they curled their hands around his swollen, thick cock.

Wayne shifted on the couch, and became aware of Kelly's thigh against his, and that she was not drawing it away. Alex's back was to them, Alma kneeling down as she opened the pants. Alma's face moved against her twin's loins as she pushed the pants down so as to be able to caress the oval ass cheeks. He looked over at Kelly, and she smiled, her eyes then moving back to the screen.

The three had moved about, and the girl with the longer hair was mounted atop the boy, twisting atop his prod as he and the other girl kissed her breasts. Laughing happily, the girl bucked upon him as she came.

Alex was breathing raggedly, caressing Alma's head as she hungrily moved her mouth. Wayne's eyes shifted back and forth from them to the screen. Alma's fingers indented Alex's buttocks. The younger girl was lying back in the opposite direction from the boy, her ass twisting upon his rod as the other girl sucked at her rigid nipples. She groaned, her legs lifting around the other girl, whose cleave twisted upon his stomach as he caressed her wide hips and rich ass. Alex's head was lifted as Alma's mouth evoked orgasmic rushes. The three sprawled out with satiated smiles, the younger girl curled around one of his legs as the other girl caressed his other leg, and. then his staff. Alex groaned softly, shaking against Alma. Kelly's leg sent burning heat into his, and Wayne dampened his dried lips, the sounds from the movie and the twins filling his hearing. The boy and the older girl stood up, the younger girl bathing them as they kissed. The girl's back against the tiled walls, he arched his hips forward, sliding his stout member up into her. The younger girl caressed their legs, pressing her tits to the backs of his legs as she moved her mouth over the backs of his thighs, sucking the water from them as she moved her tongue upward.

Alex eased down, and dropped forward onto all fours, Alma drawing the back of her hand over her mouth as she looked back to the movie, the pants down around Alex's knees. The younger girl having turned the shower on, water rained down on the three of them, the other girl licking and caressing the rich pillows of her ass as she kissed him, her hands guiding his hips to her ass. The older girl's mouth widened against the other's fanny as his tool entered her cunny from the back, and the younger girl moved her mouth down over his stomach, around the other girl's hip, and to the moving juncture of their loins to lick the underside of his shaft and the girl's spread cunt lips.

Still on all fours, Alex's head was beneath Alma's skirt, and the girl was murmuring, her hands and forearms up under her sweater as she caressed her tits, her face lifted. Wayne rubbed the heel of his hand against one tensed thigh, the other burning against Kelly's. The younger girl was crying out, the boy kissing her neck as he gripped one tit and her cunt, his rod shifting in her ass. The older girl gripped one of her thighs, kissing it as she twisted her tits against it, her thighs gripping the girl's calf as she twisted her splay against it.

The boy's face also lifted, he held the younger girl to him as they both came, her cunt buckling against his hand as their hips shook together, and the older girl leaned back onto her hands as her cunt twisted against the other girl's calf.

The film flipped free of the reel and gate, and clattered about, the projector light flooding the one end of the room. Alex's head raised up from under Alma's skirt, and they fumbled with the projector to turn it off.

"The boyfriend of one of the two shot the film, as I understand it -- on the theory that, if they couldn't get in to see a picture like that, then they'd make their own," Kelly smiled. "Well, what do you think?"

"No," she laughed. "I mean about teaching at our school."

"Well, it apparently isn't what I'd imagined," he smiled.

"Why don't you think it over for a few minutes," she said before he could get in his "but."

She moved to the end of the room, and out into an enclosed veranda. He looked down at the rise of his tool, and then over at the twins, seeing that Alma's sweater . had been pulled down, and that Alex's pants had been fastened. They continued to work at the projector, putting the film back on its reel.

The job seemed like a dream come true, and the only question was one that he had had before, which was being away from Donna, with whom he had been the last year. But they had discussed it, and she had been agreeable. He looked down toward the veranda, and saw movement in a large mirror in a standing frame. Then he realized that he was seeing Kelly's shapely leg as she slipped it out of the white velvet slacks. She straightened, and was centered in the mirror, wearing only the short-sleeved pullover top. He saw her fluff her hair as she looked appraisingly at her reflection.

The top came to her full hips, and he moved his eyes over them, and down to her ebony nest, noting the heart-shape the shallow at the center of the dark curlings gave. Full, tapering thighs flowed down from her hips, and into shapely calves. She turned from the mirror, the yellow beads looping out from her neck, and she dropped loosely onto a white, thick piled pillow-bed, lush, full ass cheeks lifted.

His breathing shallow, he was conscious of the beating of his heart as he watched her curl about upon the pillow-bed, apparently lost in thought. She raised up, and began to lift her pullover from her pliant stomach, baring her tiny navel. The cloth pulled up from the full globes of her tits, from her dusky pink areolas, and from the shallow-tipped, wide nubs of her nipples. His cock was throbbing.

Tossing the top aside, she sat with her legs curled, and slowly ran one hand through the dark waves of her hair. She looked down at the discarded shirt-blouse, and put it back on. The collarless garment fell to the sides of her tits, it and the double loop of beads that were curved down between her breasts framing their delectable curves. She sat with her legs crossed, idly toying with her muff.

His rigid length strained against his slacks, and he was aware of how dry his mouth was. He glanced over, and, saw that the twins were again seated, Alex's hand under Alma's. skirt, Alma's hand in Alex's pants. Both were staring toward the mirror.

Kelly removed the beads and the shirt-blouse, and lifted a pearl choker. She stood up, wearing only the choker, and pivoted before the mirror, her eyes joining his and the twins' in moving over the sensuous curves of her body. The deep cleavage of her ass widened toward the base of the rich cheeks. She moved out of view for a moment, and then reappeared, wearing a thin-strapped camisole and matching panties. She frowned at the mirror, and started to push the panties down from her cradling hips, dropping back to the pillow-bed as the cloth moved below her hive. Her eyes closing, she slowly moved her hands over her hips, and in toward her cunny, sliding her fingertips through the thicket of dark curlings.

He swallowed hard as he watched Kelly unhurriedly caressing herself, the question as to whether or not she knew he was watching not even occurring to him. He glanced over, and saw that the twins were still fondling one another as they watched their aunt.

The corners of Kelly's furled lips curled upward, and a little shiver ran through her as her fingers moved against the damp lips of her sex. He rubbed the heel of his hand against the aching arousal of his shaft. She rolled over, presenting him with a view of the luxuriant pillow of her ass, her hands moving against her nook as her hips rocked atop them. He saw her fingers curling against her splay, her juices gleaming from them. Her shoulders bunched, and her face lifted, her mouth widening as an orgasm went through her.

She went limp, her shoulders heaving with her ragged breathing, and he looked over to see the twins smiling at them, their eyes clouded with arousal. Their eyes lowered, and his followed them to the rise of his prick. He could only smile as they looked back at him.

He heard a sound from the veranda, and looked back to see Kelly moving toward him with a slow, sensuous gait. The dark bluegray eyes held his: She had donned a light robe of brown decorated with gold designs, the pearl choker replaced by a gold tore. She stopped, and looked down into his eyes for long moments, her tits rising and falling beneath the robe.

"Well, have you decided?" she asked, the soft purr of her voice going with the feline eyes that held his.

"Yes," he nodded, his voice tight.

"I'm glad to hear that," she smiled, and she opened the robe.

"So am I," he smiled back as the cloth fell open from the insides of her wide tits, from her stomach, and from her cunny.

She had removed the camisole and panties, and now wore only a single stocking.

"Your pants seem a bit tight," she said straight-faced as he stared at the lightly tanned firmness of her stomach, and. at her dark muff.

She leaned forward from the waist, and the robe fell away from her body. She pressed her spread hands to his chest, and he moved his hands over the rich expanses of her tits, his thumbs touching the shallow tips of her nipples, the wide nubs now erect. Her hair spilling around her face, she smiled with an elfin quality, and slid his jacket off his shoulders, his hands moving over her stomach and to her waist.

She slipped his tie free, and her long fingers were plucking at his shirt buttons. He inhaled deeply, catching her fragrance while her fingers moved down from his chest to his stomach. The shirt open, she began to unbuckle his belt. He curved his hands to her waist to draw her forward, and she leaned closer. Her eyes holding his, she turned her face, and their lips brushed.

His hands moved to her full hips, and then to her fanny as their mouths pressed together. She put one knee on the couch between his thighs, and their mouths widened around the swirlings of their tongues. His fingers opened as he spread his hands over the lush curves of her ass cheeks, and he murmured as she sucked his tongue into her mouth. The snap of his pants opened, and she was working the zipper down, the backs of her curled fingers shifting against the hardness of his prod.

The blood roared in their ears, light flickering behind their closed eyelids as their tongues memorized each other's textures and contours, their tastes filling each other's mouth. His hands moved up and down over the satin-smooth globes, the silk of the robe shifting against the backs of his hands. His breath caught as her hands turned against his stomach, and then her straightened fingers were sliding down against the outsides of his abdomen, and into his opened pants.

His stomach tightened as she caressed it and his abdomen, and his flesh burned against her caresses. His hands moved down the outsides of her thighs, feeling her smooth flesh with one hand and the stocking with the other. Her fingertips pressed against the outsides of his sac, working down between it and the inner tops of his thighs. His balls shifted against one another, and her fingers were curving down under them, lifting them against the underside of his burning staff.

Her fingers flexed beneath his nuts, her thumbs pressed against the base of his shaft, rubbing it and his hair as she licked his tongue. His thoughts swimming, he lifted his hands to cup her face, moving his tongue deeper. Her fingers came forward, and slipped from under his sac as her thumbs worked against the top of his shaft. Her fingers slid against his dorsal vein, and she began to slowly work his cock out from under his pants. His knob slid up against his thigh, the cloth of the slacks chafing it, and sending flickerings of electricity through his length.

Her thumb working against the top of his prick, her fingers curled around it tightly, and her other hand curved down under his balls again to roll his balls in her palm. Their lips twisted together around the lashings of their tongue. One hand cupping her face, he moved the other down over the ripe globes of her tits, along her stomach, and between her opened legs. The knee between his thighs twisted against the couch, his hand moving over her rich mound.

His rod came free of his pants, and she let it jut up into the air, slipping free of her hand. Her fingers drifted over it, and her other hand eased his balls up from his pants and out. Both breathing raggedly, their lips pulled free, and they looked at one another with lidded eyes.

She straightened, and looked down, seeing her own fingers moving over his bulbous knob and upper shaft, and his fingertips shifting against her pulsing slit. She raised her eyes, and smiled up at him, her knee slipping from the couch. She took a step back, and murmured as her cunny moved back from his touch He watched her tits rise and fall, and then she was easing down to one knee, her cunt lips just visible through her muff as they shifted with the movement.

She slid her hands along his legs, her eyes on the spire of his cock. Without looking at them, she removed his shoes, and then she was caressing his socks from his feet, lifting them in both hands. His breathing labored, he looked down at her beautiful face, her long lashes veiling her eyes, her succulent lips parted.

His socks off, she slid her hands up inside his pants, running them over his calves. His body sweltering with arousal, he. looked toward the twins. Their hands moved with slow, deliberate patterns beneath the skirt and slacks, their eyes on him and Kelly. Alex's fingers came out from under the skirt, Alma's juices gleaming from them, and they were sucked into Alex's mouth.

Kelly straightened off her knees, and her hands moved up over his legs to his hips, and he watched through blurred eyes as she lowered her face. He swallowed hard as her breath fluttered against his swollen knob, and her lips just touched it in a kiss almost as light as the touch of her breath. Her hands curved to his hips, and his hips lifted as she worked his pants downward.

He moistened his lips, her mouth remaining just above his cock's head as she lowered his slacks. The pants slipped out from under his engorged balls, and he felt the couch against his ass. Her hands slid the pants down his thighs, her elbows pushing the open robe back from her full tits and her waist.

Sitting back toward her heels, she slid the pants down his calves, her eyes on the rise of his tool. She slipped the slacks from his feet, and his legs were free. Her hands moving up his now bare legs, she leaned forward as she raised up from the knees. Her hands and forearms slid up his thighs, and her lush tits were sliding up along the insides as her mouth moved back toward his throbbing member.

Her hands and forearms moved out to the sides of his thighs, and her head turned to the side so that she could kiss his legs. Her soft lips moved over his fevered flesh, the silkiness of her hair shifting against it. One tit and then the other pressed against the inside of one thigh and then the other. He groaned softly, his fingers sliding through the dark spill of her hair.

She slid her hands up and down from his hips to his knees, her tongue gliding over the insides of his thighs, moving higher and higher until his weighted sac was before her mouth. She stretched her tongue out, skimming the fine hairs of his scrotum, and his ass tightened against the couch as flickerings of heat went through him, his root tightening beneath and under his sac.

She touched the tip of her pink tongue to the seam of his sac, and eased it down, the taut blade curving under and pushing up between his balls until the tip pressed against his root at the base of his sac. His teeth indented his lower lip, his hands tightening around. her head. Her mouth and nose were against his balls, and she began to work her tensed tongue upward, following his root through his scrotum, moving up toward the base of his burning rod.

His shoulders pushing back, he let his head drop atop the back of the couch, his eyes closing to the tidal shiftings of pleasure going through him. Her tongue flicked up against his dorsal vein, and her lips were pressing to the base of his shaft in a turning kiss, her lips flexing against him as her chin shifted against his nuts. Her hands gripped the tops of his thighs, the outsides of her tits moving against the insides of them.

She slid her hands in, and the heels touched at the top of his sac, her fingers stretching up along the sides of his rigid staff. The centers of her heels pressed against the base of his cock, her hands pressing in against it as her fingertips stretched up toward his knob. Holding his rod in place, she began to move her lips slowly upward, nuzzling them against his dorsal vein, her tongue's tip tightening and loosening against it. Her chin; moved up from his sac, her lips rising higher and higher until she was kissing the cleft of his knob.

His lips pulled back from his clenched teeth, his eyes screwing shut as her lips moved up over his cock's head, and around it, the softness of her mouth sending waves of heat down through his length. Her tongue slid against the minute lips, the tip twisting to open them and move against the pink interior. His feet pulled against the carpeting, his thighs pressing in against her sides.

He gasped, his mouth opened, and his head lifted from the couch as her mouth encased his knob, her tongue flowing over it. His eyes squinted, he looked down as she sucked at his head, her hands rolling his shaft between them. His feet lifted, and he moved their insides over the lush pillows of her ass, the silk robe sliding over them.

Vertigo spinning his thoughts, he looked past Kelly, and saw that the twins were standing up. He could see the top of Alex's pubic hair above the loosened pants, which rode low on the girl's hips. Alma brushed her hair back with a dreamy look as Alex raised her bulky knit sweater, and the thinner turtleneck beneath it. Their aunt's lips moving under the rim of his cock's head, he watched as the sweaters moved up from the light, forward curve of her stomach, the navel curving out level with it from the rounded socket. Kelly's lips tightened and loosened around the top of his shaft, her tongue working against the cleft of his knob, and her lips. began to shift downward.

His eyes screwed shut as energy went through his prod and up his spine, Kelly's mouth turning from side to side as it moved down around his thickness, her tongue strumming his dorsal vein. He opened his eyes to see Alma standing with her arms raised above her head as Ales moved the sweaters up over the subtle rises of her blossoming breasts. The soft domes pulled taut due to her arms being raised; he looked at the wide nubs of her pink nipples.

His vision went in and out of focus, the blood roaring in his ears as Kelly's mouth tightened and loosened around him, his knob sliding against the roof of her mouth. Her hands flowed over his thighs, and down under his sac to roll his balls in her palms, her heels together. Her hair flowed against his abdomen and stomach. Her cheeks drew in, and his feet tightened against her ass, which was moving from side to side as she sucked and licked his cock.

Alma leaned forward from the waist as Ales drew the sweaters over her head, and she lifted her face, turning her eyes toward Wayne as Alex slid the garments from her arms. Her tits tapered into the soft, oval discs of her areolas, her nipples swollen. She smiled, and he gave her a drunken smile before his eyes again closed to the heat going through his loins. Kelly's mouth began to rise and fall around him, her cheeks drawn in, his shaft sliding against the roof of her mouth as her tongue flashed against the underside of his shaft.

His feet slid up over her ass to the small of her back, lifting the robe from the rich cheeks, baring them to the eyes of the twins. She continued to roll his balls against one another as she drew her tightened mouth up till her lips were against the rim of his knob, and then she loosened her hold to plunge back down around him. He groaned, his head dropping back atop the couch. His hips lifted, the inner arches of his feet curving to the tops of her now bared hips.

A hand moved over his chest, pushing his shirt and jacket back, and then another hand was there. Letting his hands slip from Kelly's head, he opened his eyes, and saw Alma kneeling beside him on the couch. Her dark brown eyes sparkled, her rounded cheeks dimpling, and she began to slide the shirt and jacket down his arm. Other hands began to move the clothes from the other arm and shoulder, and he turned his head to see Alex smiling at him from behind the couch, leaning over it to push the shirt and jacket down so that Alma could slip them from his hands.

His heart pounding as Kelly's mouth continued to move up and down his throbbing rod, he looked back to Alma. She looked down at her Aunt's bobbing head, and moved one hand over tie waves of dark hair, the other hand sliding over his chest. He looked at the pert rises of her cats with their thick nipples, straining to keep his eyes open. She looked back at him, and smiled as she saw him looking at her breasts. Her hand moved from his chest to his wrist, and she lifted his hand to her breasts, arching them toward him.

Every nerve ending sizzling, he curved his hand to the softness of her breast, feeling the hard peg of her nipple against his palm, and she leaned forward to kiss him as he caressed her. Her tongue flowed into his mouth, her taste sweet, and he murmured in ecstasy, his other hand lifting to her. waist. Kelly's mouth tightened and loosened as it stopped its rise and fall, and her fingers pushed down to knead his root as her palms continued to roll his nuts. He groaned into the girl's mouth, feeling Alex's hands moving over his shoulders and chest, Alex's lips moving from his face to his ear to tongue it.

His hand dropping from Alma's tit, he slid both hands down over the wide ovals of her ass, pulling her against him, and her tits pressed against his chest. Kelly's mouth pulled at him insistently, tightening and loosening, tightening and loosening, her tongue stroking his dorsal vein as her fingers stroked his root. His balls shifted in her palms, his spend straining for release. Alex's tongue turned in his ear, Alma's moving over his. His fingers crimped Alma's skirt, lifting it as he caressed her tush, and his fingertips were against the undersides of her ass cheeks. He moved them inward, and she groaned into his mouth as he caressed the silky ovals.

He groaned, the throbbing of his tool quickening to Kelly's mouthing, and his mouth pulled free of Alma's, his joined fingertips pressing in against the base of her cunny. Her mouth lifted to his other ear, and the twins' tongues moved in each ear as he felt the girl's silky pubes, and the dampness of her furrow with one hand, the other dropping to Kelly's head as he twisted on the couch, his mind flashing with arousal.

His flushed face lifted, his mouth widening as his eyes screwed shut. The tongues of the twins turned in his ears, and Kelly's flashed against the underside of his cock, her mouth beginning to rise and fall again. Their hands moved over him, caressing his shoulders, chest, and his balls and root. His brain spun as he was seized by rapture. His one hand shook against Alma's ass, his fingers tensed against her plump box, his other hand lifting to cup Alex's head, and his body arched, his hips thrusting, his feet gripping Kelly's waist as she pulled his juices from him. He cried out hoarsely, the throbbing becoming a pounding that beat through to the center of his brain.

He was dimly aware of Alma moaning as his hand shook against her mound, but his brain was reverberating with ecstasies as his spend blasted free. Kelly sucked hard, her hands moving faster at his root. He groaned breathlessly, his tool jerking within her mouth, and his spunk was hosing into her mouth as he came, all consciousness of his body's actions or where he was lost in the overwhelming release.

Gradually, he became aware of Kelly's lips moving gently around his shaft as the pulsing within it slowed. Sprawled back on the couch, he moistened his lips, his heart pounding against his chest as he sought to slow his breathing. Kelly's mouth drew back, and he was aware of her moving back from the couch.

His head clearing, he opened his eyes. Sitting back against her heels, Kelly smiled at him, the opened robe hanging down outside her breasts and her hips. Ales held two filled wine glasses, and she took one. His clothes having been put aside, Alma was laying a robe across the couch, the collar and cuffs black while the white of the rest was interwoven with large, geometric patterns of black and green. Nodding, he took the other wine glass, which Ales offered.

Looking at Kelly over the rim of the glass, he realized that she had moved back a bit while he had been drifting in the wake of his climax. He lowered the glass as the twins moved between him and Kelly, and he watched them kneel down while moving his legs further apart. His semi-flaccid tool lay over the top of one thigh, a thin coating of his spend upon it, and a small smear of it gleamed upon his leg. The twins moved their hands over his thighs as they leaned forward, and he felt the softness of one of Alma's tits against one leg.

Sipping her wine, Kelly smiled as his eyes squinted. His breath caught, the tongues of the twins drifting over his staff, and then they were licking his taste from it, their inside hands caressing his balls as their outer hands moved over his hips. He moved his fingers through their soft hair, his other hand holding the glass as he rested it atop the couch. Their tongues moved to the come on his thigh, and they skimmed it up, then lifting together, their tongues painting one another's with his jism. He took a sip of wine, watching their tongues dance together.

Smiling drunkenly, the twins looked at one another, and leaned back over his groin. His prod shifted, hardening. Alma slid her tongue under his knob, and she sucked, her lips nuzzling as she drew it into her mouth. Her lips closing around the top of his shaft, she raised her face to draw his trunk taut, and Alex's mouth opened against the side of it. Their tongues moved against him, Alma sucking at his knob as Alex sucked his shaft, their hands continuing to move over his root and balls.

Kelly set her glass aside, and leaned forward. He looked down with glazed eyes, watching her lift Alma's skirt and roll it up under the waistband to bare the wide ovals of her ass, and then work Alex's pants down from the rounder ovals of her tush. His rod stiffening, Alma took in more of his shaft, Alex's mouth widening around the side of it. Kelly moved her hands over their ass cheeks, and down between their thighs to caress them, and they murmured around and against his now erect cock. Their asses moved from side to side as their aunt stroked them, and they sucked harder and licked faster.

His breathing ragged, he closed his eyes to savor the sensations, and then opened them as the twins' mouths left him They smiled up at him, licking their lips as they curled their hands around his staff as if choosing a batter. Kelly already standing, they too stood, and they took his hands as Kelly picked up the robe and took his glass.

He and the twins swaying, Kelly slipped the robe up his arms and over his shoulders. He turned to face her, his hands going to her waist. Her swollen tits pressed against his chest, and his knob skimmed up along her stomach until the underside of his shaft was pressed against her. Their arms going around one another beneath their robes, they kissed, and their tongues stretched into each other's mouth.

She twisted her stomach against his cock, caressing it with her silky flesh as his hands moved down to cup the rich orbs of her ass, his fingertips following the widening of its cleavage to its base. Her tits rubbed against his chest as they murmured into each other's mouth.

Kneeling behind him and Kelly, the twins slipped beneath the robes, and they moved their hands up the couple's legs as. they pressed their lips to their asses. His and Kelly's hips pressed tighter as the twins' lips and tongues moved over their buttocks, their hands sliding up between their legs to caress his balls and her slit. The couple's tongues moved faster, the girls caressing her damp cleave and his swollen balls.

His and Kelly's lips pulling apart, they looked at one another with lidded eyes, their hands tightening against one another as Alma and Alex continued to tongue and caress them. Their breathing deepening, they in. haled and exhaled together, his chest and her tits rising against each other. They slid their hands down from one another's ass, and stroked the tops of the girls' heads. Their hips arching, his cock slid up and down against her stomach, the top of her slit tightening and loosening against the top of his sac.

Their breaths fluttering over his and Kelly's asses, the twins leaned back, continuing to caress the couple as they caught their breaths. Alma and Alex slipped out from under the robes, and they sat on the edge of the sofa, their arms around one another's waist as they looked up at their aunt and Wayne, their free hands going to each other's groin.

He kissed Kelly's face, his hands on her hips, and they moved to the wide, backless couch by the door to the veranda. They kissed again, and then he moved around her as she knelt on the couch, his hands moving upward as his lips moved to her ear. He knelt behind her, one foot on the floor, and slipped the robe from her shoulders. She turned her face, and their lips met.

He caressed the robe down her arms, and then let it slip down around her forearms and over her hands as he slid his hands up under her, breasts. Their lips just touching, their tongues brushed as he pulled his hands up from under her tits, raising them high on her chest until his palms were sliding up over her shallow-tipped nipples.

Her back pressing against his chest, they each turned from the waist, and their mouths pressed tighter. He leaned forward as he slid his legs back, and he eased her down onto her back as he stretched out beside her. Their lips parted, and he looked down into her lidded eyes, his legs off the end of the couch.

"Um, but the girls're going to love having you as their teacher," she murmured as he slid one hand over her cheek, the other at. her shoulder, and she shifted, her heels puling against the couch as his hand moved down over her full breasts.

"From those pictures, I'm not 'sure they need much teaching," he smiled, and he touched kisses to her face before moving to her breasts.

Her hands tightened and loosened in the sleeves of the robe as his kisses moved in toward her arousal swollen areolas, and then over the dusky pink petals. Her feet pulled upward, her knees lifting, and his lips closed around one nipple and then the other, collaring the wide nubs as his tongue turned in their shallow tips. She groaned, her body arching between shoulders and hips to press her tits closer to his mouth. One hand still at her head, the other a slid down her waist as his kisses moved back and forth from one tit to the other before moving down her taut stomach.

His hand slid over one full hip, and her head pushed back as he kissed her stomach, and tongued her small navel. She slipped one hand free of the robe, and slid it up under his chest, where it tightened and loosened as he kissed her abdomen. He slid further onto the couch, and her full, tapering thighs widened as his lips brushed the shallow at the center of her muff's top. His hand moved up one taut thigh, and his tongue slid through the ebony nest.

Her eyebrows lifted above her closed eyes, and her mouth opened as his tongue caressed her mound, moving down till his cheeks were against the insides of her thighs, and then back up without touching her tremoring slit. Her hand opened and closed against his stomach; and her face turned to his other hand. She kissed his palm, tonguing it, and she sucked at his fingers while he continued to lick and to now kiss her full pubes.

His lungs filled with her perfume, he kissed her furrow, tasting her sweet flavor. She gasped, her hips rising as heat surged through her, and her face turned from his hand. He moved it to her breasts, caressing the lush globes as he kissed her cunt lips, his tongue flicking between them. Her heels pushed against the couch, her shoulders going back, and her cunny pressed against his mouth. He thrust his tongue deep, and she cried out with pleasure, her one hand clutching at his abdomen as the other lifted to press his hand tighter around one tit, her nipples burning.

His chin against the top of her muff, his lips were at the top of her cleave, his upper lip pulling against the aching throb of her clit, and he brought his tongue up against the blazing pearl. She inhaled sharply, her hands tightening until his fingers indented her tit, and her depths flashed with joy as his tongue set her clit ablaze.

She shook against him, her head moving from side to side, and he eased the movements of his tongue as she went limp. Kissing the rigid node, he lifted his face, and pushed up onto one elbow, his rigid tool jutting out just above her head. She looked at him with blurred eyes, and smiled weakly.

"I've just got a taste for teaching," he said, and she grinned.

"And for fucking?" she asked in a purring whisper.

He sat up, looked down into her face for a moment, and stood up beside her. She moved her eyes to the hard rise of his cock, and he slipped out of the robe as she reached up to slide her hand along his engorged length.

"Let's see if it's to your taste," he said, and she let go reluctantly so that he could ease down between her spread legs, the twins silently watching.

She moved her hands along his waist as he leaned forward onto his hands, and they kissed deeply, his knob shifting against her stomach, which she moved against it caressingly. Her hands moved down to his hips, and over his buttocks, pulling down as she urged him to enter her. Her heels pulled up toward her ass, and her damp nook opened wide as her knees moved outward. Their lips parted, and she lifted her pulsing nest against the weights of his balls, and they slid down her furrow.

"You're sure?" he asked straight faced.

"Yes, you bastard," she laughed tightly, and he shrugged.

"Okay," he smiled, and he lifted his hips quickly, pushing off his hands and feet, and his knob slid down and up from her stomach.

He arched his hips, and his cock's head was pressing into the liquid heat of her quim. Her fingers pulling at his buttocks, she murmured as he shifted his bulbous mob in the sleekness of her splay, and he closed his eyes, savoring the wet silklike caress before easing up into her channel.

Her legs pulled in against his hips as her hands pulled. Her head pushed back, she trembled as, her recesses reverberated with rapture. He slid deeper and deeper, moving higher and higher. Her box tightened and loosened around him, her hips rocking. His weight on his knees and hands, he drew back a little, and then went fully up into her, his knob sliding over her cervix.

Her hands pulled up to the small of his back, and her feet lifted till her heels were against the bases of his ass cheeks. Her hips bucked against his, her nook clutching wildly at him. Her hands pulled up his back, her nails scraping his flesh as she arched her body to thrust her tits against his chest. Their mouths met, and their lips twisted around the lashings of their tongues. They groaned into each other's mouth as their loins writhed together, his cock thrusting and turning within the rocking clutchings of her underbelly.

She gripped the points of his shoulders as their lips pulled apart. Gasping, her eyes were screwed shut. His shaft shifted beneath her clit, his hips pushed high, and the pulse of her pearl rocketed, melding with the throbbings of her depths. Her mouth widened, her body shaking as waves of ecstasy swept through her, her brain filled with brightness.

Her body stiffened, her head pushing back, and her hips bucked and twisted, her cunt pulling hotly at his cock as she came. His lips pulled back from his teeth, his hands gripping the bed as he inhaled deeply, fighting to hold back.

She moaned slowly, and her feet slipped down to the couch, and her legs slid down and out. Her grip on his shoulders loosening, she gasped for breath, her cunny quivering around him. Smiling, he kissed her flushed face, and she smiled dreamily.

With a murmur, she pushed to one side, and he slid his hands under her, holding her to him as he rolled over. Her tits pressed out against his chest, she kissed his lips, her fingers sliding through his hair. Lifting her face, she slid her knees upward, and she sat up atop his hips. Her eyelashes flickered as his rod moved within her, and she shifted her fanny against his balls, tightening her vaginal muscles around the hard prod that was now deeper within her still trembling depths.

He slid his hands up her taut thighs, his nostrils flaring as she slowly turned her tightened nook around him. Her eyes lifted from his, and she smiled. He pushed his head back, and looked up to see Alma moving onto the couch so that she could kneel over his head. She had removed the skirt, and he looked up at her plump pubes, the shallow between them damp: Dark curlings thinned out at her slit, and disappeared halfway down it to be replaced by flecks of down. The length between shoulders and hips seemed short in relation to her hips and her long legs. She smiled, her cheeks dimpling.

He looked at Kelly, whose movements continued as before, and she smiled. Grinning, he looked back up at Alma, and he slid his hands up her long, rounded thighs before slipping his arms behind her knees. The wide ovals of her fanny and the ripeness of her mound eased downward, and he kissed the dewy furrow. The girl murmured, and he slid his hands over her ass as he kissed her hive breathlessly, Kelly tightening and loosening around his throbbing length.

He felt the couch shift as Alex moved onto it, and he felt the twin move over him to stand before Kelly. He heard Alex moan as Kelly's lips and tongue went into motion. Alex's feet against his sides, he moved his tongue up into the sweetness of Alma's cleave, his hips rocking against Kelly as he thrust within her.
The twins moaned as he and Kelly went down on them while continuing to ball. His taste buds inundated with the girl's delicious nectar, he was breathing raggedly, his come boiling as he twisted and thrust. Kelly's hands gripped the naked Alex's ass tightly as she sucked and licked her clit, her depths expanding and contracting as her hips thrust back and forth, her underbelly gripping his thick length as the top of his shaft stroked beneath the raging pulse of her clit.

Alma gripped Alex's hips, pressing her face to the tightened buttocks and Kelly's hands, and she reached down as she came to caress the top of her aunt's slit and the top of Wayne's shaft, moving the woman's pearl more directly against the thick trunk.

The girl's hands quickening the pulse surging through her, Kelly's mouth moved voraciously, and Alex was coming too, shaking and groaning, only Kelly's and Alma's holds keeping Alex from falling. Her mind spinning, Kelly's orgasms began to merge, and her hips moved wildly atop him, her cunny spasming. He groaned into Alma's quaking box as the convulsions of Kelly's splay pulled his come free.

The twins dropped to the side to lean against one another and the wall, and they watched through glazed eyes as the couple came, Kelly gripping his sides as he gripped her hips. His mouth pulled wide, his forehead lining as vol came heat went through him, his rod pistoning within Kelly's depths. Her face moved from side to side, her hair flashing around it as the convulsions of her depths and the pulse of her clit merged into an intense seizure of ecstasy . Their hips bucked together, his prod jerking within .her, his jism blasting free to fountain up into her roiling depths.

Paroxysms of joy going through them, their gasps stopped as their breaths caught. His cock's spasms began to ease, and the grippings of her nook slowed, their minds voided of anything but their bliss. Her knees slid back, and she dropped atop him, both murmuring as they weakly embraced.

"Well, I think he passed the entrance exam," they dimly heard Alex say.

"Yes, I think he can fill the position," Alma agreed, both of them grinning

"He can sure fill me," Kelly murmured, and she and Wayne hugged one another, the twins leaning forward to kiss and caress them.

Freshmen at the school Wayne would be working at, Jenni and Kay shared a room -- all the students paired off. Jenni had tawny, light-brown hair cut just short of her slender, defined shoulders, and her eyes were a dark blue. Her slender torso widened into rich, high hips, curving back with the small of her back and her wide stomach.

Flipping through a copy of Glamour, she sipped her glass of apricot nectar. Listening to a Bee Gees album, Kay was stretched out on her back, wearing the stereo earphones, and a long beige blouse, the puffed sleeves gathered at the cuffs. Strawberry-blonde hair reached to the middle of her back, the shadowed areas almost a sable color. Golden brown eyes stared up at the ceiling, framed with light brown lashes. The slender furl of her upper lip and the wide fullness of her lower lip were parted as she silently sang along.

Jenni stood up, putting the magazine and the glass aside, and she removed her T-shirt, the wideset, outward-pointing ovals of her tits pulling taut. Dusky pink nipples pointed upward from the discs of her areolas, her navel a deep-set slot. She picked the glass up, and opened her bellbottomed jeans absently as she wandered around the room. She leaned against the wall, taking a sip of the nectar as she stared off: Her shoulders back, her long torso curved forward to her rich, high hips, widening into them. Her arms long, her free hand rested against one thigh. She wore no panties, and the top of her chestnut muff showed in the, opening of the jeans.

Jenni moved into the bathroom, and she slipped slowly out of the jeans, Kay's eyes half-focused as she looked toward her, the ennui of the girls a palpable sultriness. Her legs long, Jenni's thighs tapered down from her hips, her calves slender and shapely. The backward curve of her hips accenting the outthrust globes of her ass, they in turn joined with her long, full thighs in accenting the girlish slenderness of her torso. Her fingers laced, she rested her wrists against the tops of her thighs, her hands concealing the filled-in Y of her muff. She stared off, and then turned her eyes toward Kay.

"Think I'm going to take a bath," Jenni said absently as Kay removed the earphones, the record finished.

"Um," Kay nodded, and she pushed herself up, wideset breasts pushing against the blouse.

After a moment, Jenni moved out of Kay's line of vision, and the sound of running water filled the room. Kay yawned, and lifted her arms high as she stretched The blouse falling just above the tops of her rounded. thighs, she stood up, and the sunlight silhouetted her body through the loose blouse, her hips full. She sat back against the window sill, rubbing the back of her hand under the rounded tip of her lightly curved nose. She looked down at the nudges her nipples made against the blouse, and she drew it up from the firm fullness of her stomach with its raised navel, and from the russet curlings curving across from the tops of her thighs and down between them, just leaving the outsides of her mound bare.

She curved the blouse up over her breasts, and field it there with one hand as she looked down at them. Still developing, their shapes were between globes and cones, as if not yet having decided which form to take. The light rises of her soft, pinkish tan areolas were, the settings of tapering, flat-tipped nipples that accented the conical quality of her tits. She ran her index finger over one nipple, and it stiffened. Smiling, she pulled the tip of the finger up from just over the nipple, drawing it up at an angle. She inspected both tits until she finally grew bored, and she let the blouse drift back down around the tops of her thighs.

The water was shut off, and Kay looked toward the bathroom. She wandered over to it, and sat against the sink, watching as Jenni stepped into the tub, and sat down. Sunlight coming from the window above the tub gleamed in the water that lapped against the porcelain. Leaning back, Jenni looked toward her, and their eyes held, both remaining still in the silent room.



Chapter 2

Her hair fastened up and back, loose waves dropped over Jenni's temples, and down along her firm jaw line. She looked up at Kay, her large, dark-blue eyes holding Kay's as she slowly moved the soaped sponge over her shoulders and breasts. The light gleaming from the rippling water in the tub, and shimmering from the slender shoulders that seemed a little wide in relation to her torso, sparkled in the droplets reluctantly dropping from the up-pointing nubs of her nipples.

"Help?" Kay asked, her voice husky, her throat tight.

Slowly rising onto her knees, Jenni nodded, and Kay moved forward. Kay gripped the large sponge, and Jenni's hands rested atop her long thighs as she leaned forward, her face lowering. Kay drifted the soapy sponge over the girl's neck, and out over the shoulders that curved from it, and down over the contours of her shoulder blades. Her torso curved forward and up, the shallow of Jenni's spine was deepened, as were the dimples to either side of it. Her long . neck curved forward, Jenni rested her chin against the top of her chest, her eyes closed as Kay moved the soft sponge over her outthrust ass cheeks, and down the deep cleavage.

Jenm straightened off her knees, the light shimmering from her wet flesh, and Kay moved the sponge down the full thighs, and up along the light separation between them. Kay straightened and brushed her long, bright hair back, water spilling from the sponge to her blouse. She slid her thigh and ass along the edge of the tub, and leaned forward again to move the sponge up the fronts of Jenni's thighs, and over the soaked, filled-in Y of her muff, the hair lighter to the outsides.
Jenni swayed off her knees, and unsteadily pushed up onto her feet, one hand against the wall, which she rested her head against. Her hand dropping to her rounded thigh, Kay looked up at Jenni, the water from the sponge trickling down over her leg. She looked down, and saw her blouse clinging transparently to her breasts, one tapering nipple showing through. The sponge slipping from her hand to float in the tub, Kay stood up, the light shimmering in her strawberry-blonde hair, and she drew the blouse upward, the wet fabric peeling away from her tits, and she watched Jenni begin to pat her body with a large towel before turning toward the door, the blouse slipping from her grasp.

Kay sat down on the arm of one of the chairs, her full thighs and ass ping outward, and she pushed her hair back, then let her spread hands slide down over her chest and her tits till the lower halves were pressed outward. She lifted her head, her hands dropping, and she moved forward on unsteady legs to drop onto the couch. Turning onto her side, she rested her head on the arm, stretching one leg along it as she sucked at her forefinger thoughtfully.

Dried off, Jenni stood in the doorway. Seeing Kay looking at her own tits, she looked down at hers, gently cupping one. In her other hand she held the wild flowers that had been in the vase above the sink. She lifted them in both hands, and looked at Kay as she inhaled the scent.

"What do you think the new teacher'll be like?" Kay asked, rolling over onto her stomach, her full ass cheeks lifted, her tits pressed out to the sides, her cheek against the couch.

"Maybe they rehired Miss Kyle," Jenni laughed as she put the flowers back, recalling the woman, who had been there when the school had opened.

"Well, from the stories we've heard ..." Kay giggled, remembering being told how the woman had tried to deal with the girls as if they were in a turn-of-the-century school, reading them bedtime stories in the languages she taught.

"Could be," Jenni smiled, sitting on the windowsill and letting her hair back down as she thought of the story of how a group of seniors had had enough one night. No longer satisfied with cutting up behind her back, they teased her, and threw her down on a bed, lifting her dress, and pulling down her underwear. The woman had protested, but not all that loudly, which the girls had taken note of. She responded to their fingers and tongues, coming wildly. The bedtime stories she read after that were in English, and highly erotic, the girls making love as she sat nude before their beds. It was rumored that she and one of the girls had gone off with one another upon graduation, but the stories varied with who was telling them.

"Your titties growing any?" Jenni asked, sliding her spread fingers over one tit, and she lifted it to examine the wideset, out-pointing oval of firm flesh.

"Sometimes I think so, but then ..." Kay shrugged, sitting up, and she looked down her body, her legs spread "I do think my pussy hair's getting thicker," she said, drifting her fingers over the russet curlings.

"Yeah, I think so," Jenni nodded as she touched one of her erect nipples, and Kay moved toward her. "Um, they are," Jenni said softly, touching one of the tits that was between being conical and a globe, and they both looked down at it.

Jenni's fingertips moved over her breast. Kay raised her eyes, and they met Jenni's. Kay sucked her lower lip in to nibble it, the bright hair spilling down around her face. The corners of her furled upper lip lifting, she slid her fingers through the still damp curlings of Jenni's muff, and the girl murmured, her eyes closing as she continued to caress Kay's breasts.

"Wonder ... why this school ... makes us so ... horny," Kay said in little gasps as Jenni's other hand moved down to cup her full mound, and they slid their fingers up into each other's damp slit.

Their shoulders against the wall, they leaned their heads against it, their eyes closed to the ripplings of heat their fingers were creating within one another's hive. Their shoulders tightened, and their free hands moved over one another's tits, Kay plucking Jenni's upward-pointing nipples as Jenni squeezed her tapering nubs.

Their bodies arched, their tits pressing against each other's hands as their cunnies tightened and loosened around the unhurried flow of each other's fingers. Their fannies thrust back, their legs tightening as their fingertips moved upward to snare their pulsing clits. Their breaths caught, their flushed faces lifting, and they trembled as orgasms flowered, blurring their thoughts and setting their hearts to beating.

Murmuring, they sagged against the wall, their hands continuing to move at each other's damp furrow. Their eyelashes parted, and they smiled at one another.

"Lori says they're trying to get a male teacher," Jenni whispered.

"There's a few of the teachers staying on till you get there, so if you could go up in the morning ...?" Kelly asked, looking up at him from the large easy chair in her bedroom, her voice softened by sleep, her old-fashioned nightdress opened from her body and pulled to the side from her fanny.

"I'm champing at the bit, like a true stud," he smiled, and she turned in the chair, looking up at him.

"No argument," she said, the sloe eyes quickening his breathing, the nightgown open from her rich tits to her dark bush. "So, I'm off to get ready to leave," he said, drawing her up into his arms. Will you and the twins be up to visit?"

"Oh, eventually," she smiled, her arms sliding around his waist as as they kissed deeply; and he caressed her full ass cheeks, his tool pressing against her through his slacks. "But not too long from now," she smiled, shifting her hip against his rod, and they moved out into the hall, their arms around one another.

They paused at an open door, and looked in. Alex lay stomach down; Alma was on her back, the wide nubs of her nipples standing up from the subtle rises of her tits, one long, rounded thigh out to the side, the plump pubes bared along with the undersides of her ass cheeks. The sheet was, curled down beneath Alex's ass cheeks.

He and Kelly moved to the side of the bed, looking down at the sleeping twins, and Alma's eyes flickered open. She smiled dreamily, and reached up to squeeze his hard rod. He sat down on the edge of the bed, and leaned forward to kiss her gently. He straightened, looking at the sleeping Alex, and he turned to press his lips to Alma's slit, his hand sliding up between Alex's spread thighs as he kissed Alma's tender lips, and he caressed Alex's. Alex continued to sleep.

He stood up, and Alma smiled at him before rolling over against Ale's side. He took a deep breath, and turned toward the door with Kelly.

"Parting is such sweet ... sorrow?" he said, savoring Alma's taste, and he and Kelly grinned.

After leaving Kelly's he had gone to Donna's. As they wouldn't be seeing each other for a while, their lovemaking had a marked intensity to it, and it had gone an through most of the night. Resuming their balling in the morning, he had phoned Kelly to tell her he would go up the next morning.

And when the time had come for the drive, he had found himself smiling mellowly, remembering Donna, Kelly and the twins as he drove. The time floating by, he soon found himself pulling off onto a side road marked only by No Trespassing and Private Property signs. Soon, he was driving along, the view blocked by trees, which formed a corridor. He kept expecting the curving road to end, and it finally did. Stopping, he got out and tried the fence blocking his way. Finding it locked, he looked around, and saw a box on a pole to one side, and he opened it to find a telephone. He lifted the receiver, and after a minute a woman's voice asked him to identify himself.

"I'll unlock it from here," she said. "Please close it behind you."

"Right," he said, liking the sound of her voice, and the gate clicked open as he hung up and shut the box.

He pushed the gate fully open, drove through, closed the gate, and continued along the tree-lined road. After a few hundred yards, the trees began to thin, and he saw the old mansion that housed the school. Gulls dipped overhead, and he dimly heard the ocean as he moved nearer to the school.

The trees ending, the landscaped grounds spread out to either side, and he saw girls walking, sitting and standing. Then they began to look toward him, reacting with surprise and/or pleasure at the sight of a man, wondering if he was the new teacher.

He pulled up in front of the school, and he saw girls looking out from the windows, whispering to one another as they inspected him. Feeling himself harden as the girls appraised him, he moved toward the door, remembering balling with Donna just before departing, her calves up over his shoulders, his rod throbbing in her ass as he caressed her cunny while she watched, his legs spread out from her .sides.

"May I help you?" a petite girl asked him, her blonde hair tied back in a pony tad, and she gave him an impish smile.

"I'm' looking for Miss Charleston," he smiled, looking down into her jade-green eyes.

"Right this way," she said, and his eyes dropped to the lush ass .cheeks shifting beneath her gym shorts as he followed.

"You the new teacher?" she asked, looking back over her shoulder.

"That's me," he nodded knowing she would have the pleasure of starting the word spreading.

"Great," she smiled, coming to a stop, the forward arch of her body accented as her hands moved back to rest atop her fanny, her pert tits thrusting against her T-shirt.

"Hopefully' he smiled, seeing her check his crotch again to find that he was still semi erect, and he knew that she would also be mentioning that, and he grinned as he imagined the exaggerations about his dimensions.

"Well, see you later. I'm Terri," she said, and he watched her move back down the hall, glancing back with a smile.

"Come in," the voice from the phone called as he knocked, and Ella Charleston stood up to come around from behind her desk. "Good to meet you, Mr. Austin," she said, offering her hand.

"Wayne," he smiled, shaking her graceful hand, her hazel eyes meeting his.

"And I'm Ella." Motioning him toward a chair, she sat back against her desk, her long, shapely legs outstretched from under her skirt. "Long ride?"

"Just up from the road."

"And how are Kelly and the girls doing?" she asked with a trace of a smile, which made him wonder how much she knew about his interview.

"Oh, just fine," he said, memories of them flashing through his brain, which caused his tool to again stiffen, the sight of Ella not counteracting that.

Golden brown hair fell to the nape of her neck, and side-parted bangs fell over her forehead. Her eyes were alight brown, her mouth was full. Ripe, rounded breasts pressed against her tapered blouse, and her hips were lush.

"Well, let's show you to your room, and you can clean up, rest up, or whatever," she smiled warmly, and he followed her out of the office. Outside, a number of girls were inspecting his car, and he and Ella. smiled at one another. "This is our new teacher, Mr. Austin," she informed the girls, arid he nodded to them before getting his bags out. "Now, get along, girls," she said, and they went back inside.

"Kelly said classes won't start for a few days," he said as they went upstairs.

"No, these are the girls who've stayed over during vacation time," she said, and opened the door of his room.

"Very nice," he said, looking around as he put the bags on the large double bed.

"Yes, it can be very nice here." Their eyes held for several moments. "Well, come down whenever you feel like it, and we'll discuss the humdrum aspects of the job," she said.

"Right," he nodded, and he noted the rich fullness of the fanny beneath her skirt as she went out.

He stretched, cracking his back, and slipped off his shoes. He looked into the bathroom with its large tub-shower, and made use of the john. Hearing girls laughing, he moved to the windows and looked out, smiling at what he saw.

Below him, in the large courtyard of the budding, was a swimming pool, and he guessed that the girls had not yet considered the idea of a man being about. One naked girl was swimming in the pool. Four others were on the grass talking, three with dark hair and one with blonde hair. Lacking any self-consciousness, they stretched out together, legs casually thrown apart as they offered their bodies to the sun, and to his eyes. The blonde and one of the brunettes had full breasts, a girl with bangs having pert, conical tits, while the other girl's were wide. The blonde turned, standing up, and he guessed that she was one of the teachers staying over till his arrival. The four moved to swings, and continued to talk as they sat on them.

A redheaded girl was stretched out on a hammock couch, her hair spread over a pillow. Her bra full, her plump areolas were dimpled by inverted nipples. The narrow V of her auburn muff catching the light, she watched as a slender blonde rubbed suntan lotion into her raised leg, her knee out toward the girl. The blonde girl's straight hair hung to her shoulders, her developing breasts capped by pink nipple.

Three other girls were using garden hoses to bathe themselves. One had shoulder-length chestnut hair, her honey-colored tan slightly paler where she had worn bikini bottoms. Holding the hose up, she showered her full breasts, her nipples standing out hard, her areolas tightened She laughed happily, and moved the spray down over her taut belly and full hips, the water cascading from her drenched triangle. He guessed the second girl to be a senior, her full body well toned from swimming. Holding the hose up with both hands, she drank from it, letting the excess spill down over her breasts, along her stomach, and down from her dark nest, her legs spread. The other girl turned, and he realized that it was Terri, who had shown him to Kelly's office. One foot on a pool chair, she held the hose high with both hands, one thumb pressed to the nozzle to intensify the spray raining down over the still maturing domes of her tits, light tan nubs standing out from paler areolas. She lowered one hand, bringing the nozzle closer to her tits, and she lifted her face as she savored the feeling of the water beating against her nipples, the sunlight catching the spray, and gleaming from her body as the water flowed over it. She turned from the waist, the forward curve of her body accented, along with the delicious fullness of her ass cheeks, her legs long.

Terri turned the hose to point upward, holding it with both hands in front of her chestnut bush. Shifting a thumb against the nozzle, she dosed her eyes to the feel of the water arching up and over her tits. She moved her hands out, angling the nozzle down, and the water flowed up over her belly, moving down with its curve. Both thumbs against the nozzle, she worked the surging water over her rounded hips, and then against her canny. Her smile broadened, slender eyebrows lifting above her closed eyes as the water massaged her slit.

She slowly went down to her knees, and rolled over on the grass, the hose slipping from her hands, her fanny lifted. His cock pressing out against his slacks, he took a deep breath, and raised his eyes. Across the way, he saw two girls playfully wrestling in their room. A blonde with glasses dropped onto her back on a bed as a blonde with shorter hair leapt toward her. Her legs curling to her, the first girl lifted her feet, catching the other girl in the stomach lightly, and she lifted her up above her, both laughing. Conical tits pointing down toward the girl with glasses, the girl with short hair let her arms drop, her fanny thrust back and up as she relaxed, putting her weight on the other girl's feet and legs. Slowly, the lower girl's legs bent at the knees, and the short-haired girl's face moved toward hers. Laughing, the girl rolled to the side, and they both tumbled off the bed, and out of sight.

Dampening his lips, he moved his eyes over the other windows. Several girls were lounging about in one room, sharing a late breakfast, either having stripped down to their underwear, or not having yet gotten dressed.

"I've won the sex sweepstakes," he said to himself, "or I'm going to go nuts with frustration."

A cat prowled the window sill of the girls' room, and Wayne wondered if it was a tom As one of the girls petted it, her hair spilled in waves around her face, her bra seeming very white against her tan, jeans clinging to her hips.

"Please let it be the sweepstakes," he murmured, and he forced himself to turn away from the window, laughing as he realized that ,he was being paid to be there.



Chapter 3

Wayne and Ella had gone over the class schedules, and she had officially introduced him to the gals, and to the departing teachers. Eating at a table with her in the dining room he had been aware of the girls looking him over, and whispering comments interspersed with giggles.

Preparing for bed, he turned out the lights, and paused at the windows. Across the way the gals talked, one doing her nails as the other put her hair up, both in bras and panties. He smiled at the idea that the girls seemed to wear more when in their room than when outside. Then, realizing that he was as much on view as the girls were, he glanced down at his rigid cock, and moved toward his bed, curious as to what the next day would bring.

In her room, which connected with her office, Ella slipped into her bed. Pleased by Kelly's choice, and intrigued by what Kelly had reported on the phone, she too was wondering what the following day held in store. Long away from any males, the interest and curiosity of the girls had been a tangible thing in the dining room.

Waking late, Wayne went downstairs, and wandered about, looking for the dining room, but getting turned around. He moved down a corridor with windows along one side, and he came to a stop, seeing a naked girl hanging up laundry.

The girl's name was Paula. Waved back from her face and eyes, blonde hair fell to her shoulders. Her flint-colored eyes were on her work, dark brows above them. Her chin was prominent, a shallow between it and her mouth emphasizing the fullness of her lower lip and giving her a certain tomboyish toughness.

She pinned up a pair of panties, her weight on one leg. Her wide-set, conical tits were firm, the inverted furls of her nipples topping areolas that were slighty darker than her body's uninterrupted tan. His breathing shallow, he moved his eyes down her long, slender torso, seeing it flow into her hips, and curving back with them and her ass.

The clothes drifting in a light breeze, she bent over to pick up the wicker laundry basket, full, wide ass cheeks turned toward him, and his eyes moved down the cleavage that widened toward the base of the cheeks, sable curlings peeking out from between the tops of her thighs.

She dropped the basket beside a door, and he started to continue on, but she came back out, a knife in one hand, a chair in the other. She pushed the basket aside, and he saw the carrots laid out before her. She picked one up, and began to peel it. Her shoulders firm from swimming, she sat with her forearms brushing against her spread thighs, her feet wide apart. Her legs long and shapely, her torso curved up and forward from her full hips, her rich tits quivering as she peeled the carrots. She lifted her eyes and stared at him, her expression revealing nothing of her thoughts.

Taken by surprise, he nodded with a light smile, and continued on, his rod shoving his pants out from his thigh. Finding the dining room, he realized that the girl was outside the kitchen door in a small courtyard, and he thought of her tanned body as he ate.

He was a little surprised at having seen only her, having rather expected the girls to be flocking around again, and he grinned as he went outside, marking it off to male ego. Hearing the roar of the waves, he walked to the cliffs edge, looking down at the beach. A number of girls were seated on the sand, or gamboled about in the surf.

"I'm afraid they're not used to wearing swimsuits, what with having had no men about," Ella said, and he turned to see her coming toward him, her golden brown hair drifting in the ocean breeze which pressed her blouse against her full, rounded tits, low-cut slacks clinging to her lush hips.

"I don't mind," he smiled.

"I didn't think you would," she smiled back, and they looked. down at the girls. "Since they'll be back in the classrooms shortly, I was thinking of gathering the girls not doing anything, and having an outing. Want to come along?" she asked.

"Sounds good," he nodded.

"Well, collect the girls you find, and get your swimsuit, and we'll meet back here," she said, and they moved off toward the building.

Ella looped into one of the rec rooms, and found Margerie Wrangell. The girl was standing in front of a mirror, striking seductive poses. Clearly bored, she moved around the room, and she started upon seeing Ella.

"We're going down to the pond for a swim, and maybe some touch football," Ella smiled. "Join us," she said, and the girl nodded as the woman left.

Wayne found Rita and Lori, the blonde and redheaded girls, sitting by the pool, and they exchanged smiles as they followed him, wondering if he was planning a threesome. Their smiles faded when they came back from their rooms to find Ella, Margerie and Paula waiting with him. Paula had been working in the shop when Ella found her, and she showed no signs of recognition upon seeing him, though he clearly remembered her peeling vegetables.

Wayne and Ella walked along together, the girls ahead of them. Margerie had changed into an exotic outfit culled from thrift shops, a full-length gown topped with a large, floppy hat. Lori wore a plaid shirt tied beneath her tits, faded jeans clinging to her ample hips and fanny, the sunlight gleaming in the red hair that fell in waves over her shoulder blades. Rita wore a ribbed-cotton tank top that fell short of her terrycloth shorts, just revealing her navel with its lip of flesh above, and revealing the full, rounded shapes of her tits, her slender nipples indenting the fabric. The tough-looking Paula wore an embroidered bed jacket over her bikini top, and a pair of hip-hugging jeans.

"How long've you been principal here?" he asked Ella, trying to turn his eyes from the swinging hips and fannies of the girls as they moved through the trees.

"Two years," Ella said. "It's an easygoing setup, and academically very good."

"And a great setting," he observed, looking through the trees at the pond as they approached it.

"That too," Ella smiled, and she moved forward to the girls, who had come to a stop at the water's edge. "If any of you have to change into swimsuits, that area over there's private," she told them.

"But where'll he change?" Lori asked, her gray eyes sparkling, and her cheeks dimpled as she smiled, her wide, full lower lip pulling taut across pearly teeth.

"I'm wearing my suit under my pants," he said before Ella could reply.

"Oh," Lori said with a pout, and she moved toward the bushes, followed by Margerie and Rita.

Dropping the bed jacket to the ground, Paula slipped the button of her jeans open, and unzipped them. Taking off his shirt, Wayne looked over as Ella slipped out of her blouse, revealing the top of her maillot, which molded to her full tits, and to the contours of her supple stomach. Stepping out of her slacks, Ella blinked as she looked toward Paula, who was also stepping out of her pants, but who wore nothing under them.

"Paula," Ella said coldly, and the girl looked over with disinterest and without self-consciousness as the sunlight gleamed in the sable curlings of her muff.

"It's okay. I've got my bottoms here," Paula said, taking them from her jeans, and she began to put them on.

Wayne took off his shoes. The dark brown bikini molded to Paula's tits, ass and loins, making the dispute amusing to him. He opened his pants as she waded out into the water. As he lowered them he heard whistles and clapping, and looked over to see the other girls watching him. Ella lifted her hand in an attempt to conceal her grin. Putting his pants aside, he took a bow, not noticing how dearly the Olympic briefs defined his erect tool until the girls' eyes focused on it.

"Very practical, Margerie," Ella said, nodding toward the girl's bandeau top, and a bikini bottom made from beads and part of an old fur piece.

"Yes," the girl beamed proudly, and she pivoted to give them a better look, her dark-brown hair fanning out. The nylon scarf acting as a top concealed her out-pointing, rounded tits, but not their movements. Her belly supple, her full hips cradled her loins, the concealing fur piece not unlike a muff. Her legs were long and full, the whole of the girl's body arousing, but what caught his interest, and what had caught it in the dining room, was her wide, full mouth, her lips soft and sensually formed. "This is its test run," she said with an impish smile, and moved into the water, her full ass cheeks shifting against the slight cover of the bottoms.

He and Ella looked at one another, singed as they shrugged, and they moved into the water. Paula floated on the far side of the pond. Rita wore a dark green bikini, her hour-glass figure making an interesting contrast to her girlish face with its upturned nose and wide blue eyes. Turning in the water, Wayne looked toward Lori, who stood at the edge of the water, wearing a burnt-orange bikini cut high on her full hips.

"Aren't you coming in?" he asked, the others swimming about.

"I guess," she said with a little smile that accented the roundness of her cheekbones, and she waded out, the water moving up her tapering legs. "I'm just not too good at it," she shrugged, her wide, blossoming breasts shifting against the bikini top.

"Anything in particular?" he asked.

"Well, floating on my back is something I can't --" she started to say when Paula suddenly cursed, the water Margerie and Rita were splashing at one another fanning out over her.

"You stupid ass!" Paula snapped at Rita, and the surprised girl pulled back as Paula swung her hand out at her.

"Paula!" Ella said, and the girl looked at her, meeting the woman's angry stare. "Knock it off."

Frowning, Paula turned away, and swam toward the other end of the pond to pull herself out and up onto the grass. Ella shook her head, and went back to swimming, Rita and Margerie talking to one another in near whispers.

"Uh, you were saying?" he said, looking back to Lori.

"I can swim. Not very well, but I can," she said “But I can't float on my back."

"Well, let's see if we can change that," he smiled. "Just lean back into my arms, and stay relaxed," he said, and she turned around, glancing back over her shoulder with a nervous smile before easing back.

His hands under her shoulders, he crouched down, supporting her as he gave her directions. Rita and Margerie pulled themselves out, Margerie's bandeau soaked, as was the fur piece that rode low on her hips:

"Ready for some football?" Ella asked the girls, who nodded. "Wayne?" she asked, standing, up next to him and Lori, her maillot clinging like a second skin to her body, her areolas making dark circles against the fabric, which the pegs of her nipples indented.

"Um, I think Lori's getting the hang of it," he said, looking up. "We'll join you in a few minutes."

"Right," she smiled, and moved out of the water. "Come on, Paula," she called to the girl, who was stretched out on the grass, and who slowly pushed herself up.

Picking up their things, Ella, Marjorie and Rita moved behind the brush that had concealed them from the bank, but which only half-concealed them from the water. He saw Margerie unwrap the bandeau, peeling the wet nylon from her round tits, her pale pinkish-tan nipples standing out from paler areolas. Her back to him, Rita, took her bikini off, revealing the rich curves of her ass. Then he looked down and saw Lori smiling shyly up at him, and he smiled back.

Paula stood facing him and the girl, and she stared at him defiantly as she removed her bikini bottoms, revealing her damp nest, and she turned as she slipped into her jeans, revealing the water-tightened flesh of her full ass cheeks. Looking back to Lori, he wondered if Paula was hostile due to being sent to the school, or if it was one of the reasons for her being there.

Having dried off, Margerie rummaged in her bag for a change of clothes. Rita was slowly rubbing her towel over her firm stomach, her slender, pink nipples standing out from her areolas, her eyes on Ella as the woman removed the maillot. The pegs of her nipples standing out from the cocoa tan of her areolas, Ella's full tits quivered as she leaned forward to push the swimsuit down from her lush hips, and past her dark brown triangle. Raising her shapely legs, she removed the maillot, and she saw Rita looking at her. She smiled uncertainly, and the girl smiled back, then moving her eyes away as she started to change. Ella looked at her for a moment with an intrigued expression, and she began to put her blouse and slacks back on.

Paula having walked off to the other side of the trees where they would play football, Ella and the other two girls followed a few minutes later, disappearing from sight.

"Okay, I'm going to take my hands out, and you try it on your own," he said to Lori, and she looked up with widened eyes, uncertain.

He took a step back, the water up to the middle of his thighs, and she tensed, causing her to flounder. She grabbed back, catching his hips, and he put his hands to her sides.

"Haven't quite got it yet, I guess," she said, looking up at him, and her eyes held his.

Her hands tightening on his hips, she pulled herself closer, and the top of her head pressed against his thighs, her forehead brushing under his balls. His cock tensing, he inhaled deeply.

"What with you helping me out, I should do something for you," she said, twisting her head back to open his legs wider, and jostling his nuts with her forehead.

"Uh, that's not necessary ..." he said tightly, his feet sliding out to the sides against the slick bottom of the pond.

"No, but ..." she smiled, and her fingers curled in his briefs, tugging them downward to the base of his rod.

"You're not interested in touch football, huh?" he said, taking a step forward to steady himself.

"Not right now," she said, and she turned over to float on her stomach, her hands returning quickly to the briefs. But I bet you were interested in playing touch with the girls and Miss Charleston," she smiled up at him. "I know the girls were interested in playing it with you."

And with that she began to work the briefs down from his engorged shaft. Her long fingers slid over and curled around him. His eyes closed for a moment as she caressed him, drawing his tool free.

"Oh, lovely," she gushed as his prod thrust out and up, and she moved the swimsuit down to his knees.

"Would you like to ..." he said with a vague motion toward the grass, but her attention was on his loins, her hands moving over his hips, and down under his balls.

Kneeling now, she brushed her full lips against his trunk, and her hands moved up to grip it. He touched her bright hair, his feet tightening against the bottom as she angled his cock downward, moving his knob toward her lips.

Her lips tenderly touched his cock's head, blossoming against it softly as she kissed him. Her hands tightened around his pulsing shaft, turning and pulling the taut flesh around his engorged length. Her tongue licked at the tip of his knob, and her lips began to slide down toward the rim, caressing him with their soft fullness.

Her hands tightening, her lips slid over the rim, and she sucked at the bulb, sending sparkings of heat through him. His eyes almost closed, he slid his fingers through the hair that was the color of fall leaves, and which floated out around her shoulders as she began to draw his rod into her mouth, her cheeks pulling in' around it as .her tongue thrust along his dorsal vein.

She slid one hand out around the base of his shaft; her fingers moving over his pubic hair as her thumb rubbed at his sac, and the other hand slid down around the lower part of his shaft, her lips continuing to move down around him, her mouth. tightening and loosening as her tongue stroked He groaned softly, unsure whether or not his feet were slipping against the bottom of the pond, his head swimming with carnal vertigo.

He looked down through the water as she began to shift her legs back, her full hips moving from side to side, and her hands returned to his hips; her forearms against his thighs. Her mouth filled with his tool, she kicked back, and her body floated atop the water, her legs spread wide. His heart beating faster and faster as she continued to suckle him, his eyes moved down the supple length of her back, her hips. The high-cut bikini bottoms curved up from the juncture of her thighs, leaving the outsides of her luxuriant ass cheeks exposed, the wet, burnt-orange cloth clinging to the insides and their deep cleavage.

His jism boiling, he leaned forward from the waist, and moved his hands down her back, and out over the exposed outsides of her buttocks. She sucked harder, turning her mouth around his thickness, and his fingers curled under the edge of the bottoms, pulling the cloth into the valley between the cheeks, which were now fully revealed to his blurred eyes.

His fingers up under the waistband, his knuckles pressed against the tops of the plush cheeks, his eyes screwing shut and his stomach muscles bunching. Her tongue flashed up and down against the underside of his prod, her lips turning as she sucked.

His knees bucking as her mouthings pulled at his come, his feet slipped against the bottom and went out from under him. His fingers curled in the bottom; his hands pulled her along with him as he fell back into the water. His thoughts spinning, he kicked back out of instinct, sitting down in two feet of water. Lori kept hold of his hips and his tool, inhaling quickly through her nose before her head went under, her feet and calves lifting amidst the spray. 
The bowed waist strings pulled free, the bottoms coming away in his hands. She pushed forward onto her knees, and her head rose and fell, her mouth pistoning around his throbbing staff. He groaned, his hands at the sides of her head, the bottoms pulled across the back of it. Her mouth sped up and down, tightening and loosening, her tongue stroking. He groaned, and his spend was breaking free.

His hips arching as he dropped back onto his elbows, she moved even faster, stopping suddenly to suck with all her might as his cock began to fork in her mouth. His eyes screwed shut; his head went back, his mouth widening as his juices roared through him, the orgasmic spasms shaking him.

The swimsuit holding his legs together, they shook between her spread thighs, and pressed up against her eked muff. His breath caught, his jism surging through his rod as it bucked within her mouth. His body shaking against hers, she continued to suck as his spunk hosed into her mouth. He let out a deep groan as the spasms lessened, his brain filled with static.

His shaft softening, she moved her lips downward until she held the whole of his cock in her mouth. She tightened and loosened her mouth as his head began to clear, and then drew back, her mouth tightening, and his prick was drawn out taut from his groin till his knob popped free of her lips. She pushed up onto her knees, smiling down at his satiated expression as she savored his taste, her shoulders up to the sides of her jaws, her hands pressed to her thighs.

He forced his eyes open, swallowing hard, and looked at her beaming face She stood up, her feet spread, and she rested her hands on her full hips as she looked down at him, wearing only the bikini top. He moved his eyes up the tapering lengths of her legs to where auburn ringlets clung wetly to the fullness of her mound, water dripping from those along her lower slit.

"Well, guess it's time for football," she grinned, and he watched in amazement as she scampered up onto the bank, her opulent fanny jiggling, and she moved toward the partially concealing brush.

Her back at an angle to him, she removed her top, and began to towel herself as he watched with a laconic smile. She lifted the towel, wrapping it around the tops of her tits, and she turned her side to him. Her lips pressed together as she sought to repress a grin, and she let the towel open from her side, revealing it, her hip, and the profile of one lovely ass cheeks. Turning toward him from the waist, she slid the hand closest to him behind her back, and slowly lowered the towel from her tits and stomach.

Wideset, her blossoming breasts sloped out from her full pectorals, and up from her rib cage into plump areolas that her nipples tapered out from in a soft pink. Giggling, she turned, her hands dropping before her thighs, the towel curving down below her plush fanny. Her tits again hidden from his eyes, she grinned back over her shoulder, and began to put her jeans back on.

Watching her work the faded jeans up over her tush, he smiled with bewildered pleasure.

As Lori had lowered Wayne's briefs, Ella and the other girls had chosen up sides, she and Paula facing Rita and Margerie.

Margerie had changed to another bandeau scarf-top and a pair of silky gym shorts. Rita behind her, she leaned forward to hike, the shorts pulling up from the base of her ass cheeks. Rita crouched down, and took the ball, breaking to the right. Ella and Paula moved to cut her off. She twisted to the side as Paula reached out, and Paula went sprawling. Ella sidestepped Margerie's block, and touched her hands to the girl's hips. All four breathing deeply, Paula glared at Rita as they repositioned themselves.

Margerie hiked the ball, and Paula shoved past her. She moved back for a pass, but Paula slammed into Rita, tackling her, and they went rolling in the grass, Rita's terrycloth shorts pulling low on her hips.

"We're playing touch, Paula," Ella said tightly as the girls pushed up from the ground.

"That's okay," Rita said. "Touch is kind of sissy stuff on soft ground, anyway."

"Margerie?" Ella asked, and the girl nodded her agreement. "Okay, you two've got one more go at it," she said, glancing warily at Paula as they took up their positions again.

Margerie went back for a pass again, and Rita fired it off before Paula could get to her. Rita spun out of the way, sticking one leg out, and Paula tripped over it, going sprawling on her stomach. Paula pushed up, whirling around angrily.

"You stinking little bitch!" Paula spat as she moved toward Rita.

"Paula!" Ella snapped, having let Margerie take the ball, her attention on the other two. "I've had enough of your foul temper. Go back to the school, and report to my office after lunch."

Paula stood glaring at her for long moments, and then spun around, stalking back toward the school, the other girls watching.

"Well, let's see how well I can do on my own," Ella said, forcing a smile as she took the football from Margerie.

The girls smiling, they faced Ella, a bit more distance separating them, and she called for the hike, and dropped back. The girls ran for her as she event wide. Margerie leapt forward, grabbing Ella around the ankles, stopping her but not taking her down. Rita grabbed the woman around the waist, her cheek to her hip, and they went down, Ella twisting to get free, Margerie's bandeau pulling up from the bases of her rounded tits. Ella lost hold of the ball as she, went fully down. She twisted from the waist, groping out for it, and her loins were momentarily pressed against Rita's face.

Instead of rolling back, Rita gripped Ella tighter, holding her back as Margerie scrambled for the ball. Ella twisted to reach the ball, and her eyes widened as she fell, her loins rubbing against Rita's face. Margerie's fingertips just touched the ball. Ella grabbed out to pull her back, her hands going to the girl's hips.

The ball rolled out of Margerie's grasp, and she scrambled forward to get it, Ella's fingers catching in the waistband of her gym shorts. The shorts pulling away from the tops of her ass cheeks, she got a loose hold on the ball. Using the hold of the shorts, Ella pulled herself closer to the. ball, Rita's arms sliding down against her fanny, and forcing the slacks halfway down her cheeks, the girl's face burrowing between the tops of them.

Laughing, Margerie held the ball high triumphantly. Grinning, Ella dropped to the ground limply, breathing deeply, and Rita sat up, her eyes lidded. Ella rolled over, and her eyes and Rita's held for a moment. Ella moistened her lips, and sat up.

"Well, it was two to one," Ella shrugged

"Sure, sure," Margerie nodded as she stood up, the bandeau having pulled up from one tit to the edge of one pale pinkish --tan areola, the shorts down to the tops of her thighs.

"Uh --huh," Rita said, standing up.

"Okay, you take the ball this time, and see how you do against us," Ella said.

"Nothing to it," Rita smiled as she took the ball, and she wiped a smudge of dirt from her upturned nose as she positioned herself before the other two. Margerie was tugging at her shorts with one hand.

They crouched down, Margerie's lowered shorts pulling down from the cleft of her fanny. Rita faked to the side, and ran between them. They both grabbed out, Ella grabbing for Rita's shoulders while Margerie grabbed for her hips. Rita strained to pull free, twisting from the hips. Ella's hands slipped from her shoulders, and caught hold of the tank-top, Margerie's hands pulling the terrycloth shorts low.

Margerie lost her footing, but not her hold, and the shorts pulled down from Rita's pert ass cheeks as Margerie fell. The tank top's straps pulling off Rita's shoulders, Ella let go with one hand, and shoved forward to reach out for a new hold. Her hand grasped one of the girl's wideset tits. Rita pulled one foot free of the shorts, the sunlight gleaming on the filled-in, Y of her light brown muff. The shorts around one ankle, they came free of Margerie's hold, and Rita pushed forward, Ella's feet slipping as she held on to the tank top and Rita's tit.

Rita began to pull away, but Ella's weight took her legs out from under her. The bandeau top having pulled away from her tits, Margerie looked toward the two as they went down. Rita turned away from the hand holding her tit rather than toward it, and she dropped onto her side, her fanny against Ella's cheek. Blinking, Ella fully realized that she was holding the girl's tit as she felt the softness of Rita's tush against her face, and she rolled back, letting go of the swollen breast.

"Okay, it's your turn," Rita said cheerfully before Ella could say anything, and she tossed the ball to Margerie.

Her thoughts confused, Ella looked at Rita for a moment, and then stood up, her low-cut slacks down to the tops of her buttocks, her blouse pulled open to the middle of her stomach. They positioned themselves, and Rita glanced, over, seeing one of the woman's full tits profiled within the blouse that curved outward.

Having discarded the bandeau as something to be grabbed hold of, Margerie dropped back with the ball and tried to swing around, putting Ella between her and Rita. Ella's arms went around her firm hips, and Margerie stumbled.

"Run, Margerie!" Rita laughed, and she grabbed Ella around the waist, the woman blinking with surprise and then laughing.

Her ripe tits quivering, Margerie pushed forward, the firm length of her belly standing out, the tops of her thighs seeming to merge with her hips to frame the flow of her belly into her wide abdomen and her wide mound. Ella's arms began to slide down, and the shorts pulled down from the girl's dark triangle, and along her full, shapely thighs.

Rita, fingers curling in the waist band of Ella's slacks, dropped to her knees, and Ella's feet began to slide back, the slacks pulling down from her outthrust ass, and from her dark-brown muff. Margerie twisted around, trying to break Ella's hold, and Ella's face was against her thighs, the woman's shirt pulling open against her knees and calves.

Ella's slacks pulled down past her knees, and Rita sat back, Ella's toes against the grass, her body curved up and out to where she held Margerie around the thighs. Rita pulled, and the pants slid over Ella's feet. Ella's arms slid down around Margerie's legs, her face moving down them, and she twisted onto her back, her hold on the girl's ankles bringing her down.

Arms thrown wide, the blouse was draped away from Ella's lush tits, the pegs of her nipples standing out, the tight curve of her stomach rising and falling with her ragged breathing. Her legs apart, the light glinted in the curlings of her muff. Rita sat back with one knee raised, her slit peeking through her hair, the outsides of her pubes bare. Laughing breathlessly, Margerie was stretched out on her back in the grass, her naked body shimmering beneath a patina of perspiration. She pushed up onto one elbow, her other hand resting on one hip, and she smiled subtly as she looked at Ella, only the woman's arms concealed

"You're a traitor," Ella said, pushing up as she looked at Rita.

"A student body has to be unified and loyal," Rita smiled.

"Talking about bodies, how come we're naked, and you've still got your top on?" Margerie asked.

"Must mean I won," Rita shrugged, and Margerie and Ella looked at one another, nodded, and moved toward her.

Rita moved back on her hands and feet, her fanny shifting against the grass. Ella grabbed her ankles, her shirt drifting back and Margerie scrambled around behind Rita. Margerie grabbed the base of the tank top. Laughing, Rita tried to hold it down, kicking in an effort to get free as Ella moved up to pin her legs.

The ribbed cotton pulled loose of Rita's hold, and Margerie yanked it up from the rounded tits with their slender nipples, and began to wrestle it over her head as Rita struggled to pull .it back down. Her stomach over one of Rita's calves, Elk's hands held the thigh above it, and the other calf. Rita's head covered, Margerie's attention was on removing the top. Ella stared down at the girl's parted cunt lips, her tits rising and falling.

The top pulled over Rita's head, and from her arms, and Margerie let out a whoop as she sat back with the top in her hands. Rita looked up at Ella, her eyes lidded. Ella swallowed hard, and raised her eyes from the girl's quim, her hands slowly opening from her legs. Smiling, Rita turned the leg under Ells, and her shin was against Ella's pulsing cunt, her foot between her thighs. Ella's eyes closed for a moment, and she inhaled deeply, her furrow tightening against the light shiftings of the girl's leg, her hands gripping Rita's legs. Her eyes opened to the sight of Rita's box, and she stared at it a moment, then looked up to see that Margerie was stretched out on her back with her eyes closed.

Ella looked back down at Rita, and the girl lifted up from the waist, smiling sensuously. Rita moved the back of one hand against the insides of Ella's swollen tits, and her eyes remained open as her mouth moved closer and closer to Ella's. Ella fought to keep her eyes open, her thoughts clouded. Rita's lips brushed against hers, and her mouth began to open, her eyes closing, but then she shook her head to clear it, and pushed herself back away from Rita.

Ella standing up on unsteady legs, Rita looked up at her, one light-brown eyebrow lifted questioningly. Ella tried to speak, but the words wouldn't come. She saw that Margerie's eyes were still closed, the lushness of her well-toned body stretched out. She looked back to see Rita's eyes moving from her heaving tits to her cunny, and she blushed.

Ella turned, and moved to where her pants were, her legs shaky. Rita watched the woman's full ass cheeks rock from side to side, and then pull taut as she leaned over the pants, dark-brown curlings peeking from between the tops of her full thighs. Leaning back onto her arms, Rita smiled as Ella raised the pants, and she stretched back on the grass, turning her head toward Margerie. The girls smiled at one another, and then let their eyes close.

Her blouse buttoned, Ella fastened the slacks, and took a deep breath before turning to look toward the still naked girls. She let her eyes linger on both of them, focusing on Rita. Her eyelashes just parted, Rita was watching the woman watch her.

"Well, uh, I'm going back," Ella said, her throat constricting. "So, I'll see you back there," she trailed off, feeling awkward, and she slowly turned to move away, unaware that Rita was watching her, the sunlight shimmering along the girl's damp furrow.

Having showered and changed, Ella sat in her office, wondering about the arousal Rita had engendered. She had been turned on by students before, and Margerie was one of the girls who could do that, but her reaction to Rita was somehow different. Perhaps, she thought, it was the girl's knowing gaze in combination with her girlishly impish face and her hourglass figure.

Admitting to herself that she did not even know why she was resisting since there was little doubt that Rita was interested, she rubbed one hand over her swollen tits, buffing the burning nipples through her shirt-dress. Her cunny hot, she considered lowering her hand to it, but there was a knock at the door.

"Come in," she called, her hands moving to the desk, and Paula entered, closing the door behind her.

"You wanted to see me," the girl; said sullenly. "I can guess what for," she said, and Ella blinked with surprise as Paula opened her slacks, and pushed them down from the full widths of her ass cheeks. "For a spanking, right?" she asked the already aroused and confused Ella.



Chapter 4

Ella stared at Paula's fanny, and found herself thinking of Rita's. Paula turned around, unembarrassed at presenting her nest of sable curls.

"You expect a spanking?" Ella asked, the girl's muff bringing Rita's to mind Ella's clit pulsed.

"Well ..." Paula shrugged.

"Your behavior made me think about that," Ella said, seeking to put her arousal aside. "But you're a bit old for a spanking. If you continue playing the hard-ass, I think you'll find yourself an outcast -- at best. If that's what you want ..."

"That's all?" Paula asked after a few moments.

"Yeah," Ella said wearily, and she watched Paula pull her pants up and leave the office. The girl had seemed almost disappointed, and Ella wondered if she truly felt she had a spanking coming, or got off on spankings, or if she had intended to use it to arouse and compromise her. The latter seemed the most probable, and Ella shook her head sadly, wishing she knew how to get through to the girl. Letting out her breath, she stood up, and moved to the window, which looked out on the pool area.

At the corner of the pool, Rita leaned against the side, her eyes staring over the folded forearms. Surprised, Ella wondered how long Rita had been there, the pulse of her clit picking up again.

Rita put her hands to the sides of the pool, and, pushed herself up onto her arms, her shoulders high, her pectorals accented. The water ran down over her round tits, her nipples standing out from her water-tightened nipples, and down her belly. Her eyes remaining on Ella's, Rita slowly shifted her weight to one side, and one shapely leg came up, her foot curving to the edge. She dropped back, and pushed herself up, throwing her weight onto her raised foot and the hand closest to it. Ella's tits rose and fell against the shirtdress, her breathing shallow. Rita stood at the corner of the pool, her legs akimbo, the sunlight gleaming from her tanned flesh. Water spilling, from the Y of her muff, she brushed her bangs back, and slowly turned.

With a languid walk, Rita moved around the pool, her arms swinging lightly at her sides, her full ass cheeks rocking from side to side. Ella found it hard to swallow as she watched the girl open the supply cabinet beside the pool. Rita took a face mask, snorkel and fins from the cabinet, and she picked up her tank top from nearby, and put it on. Her jeans nowhere about, she carried the diving items away with her without looking back.

Ella knew where the girl was going, and she stood staring after her, debating with herself. Chewing at her lower lip, she closed her eyes, and found that all she was conscious of was Rita going down to the beach wearing only the tank top, and of the pulse of her clit.

She moistened her lips, and turned toward her bedroom, unaware of her movements, acting. like a sleepwalker as she began to unbutton the shirt-dress. She stood naked in the middle of the room, staring off, the only sound coming from a wall clock,

Smiling, she realized the excitement and anticipation she was feeling. She moved to the chest of drawers, and then to the closet, deciding what to wear down to the beach where Rita had gone.

Shortly after that, she stood at the top of the stairs leading down to the beach, a sailing cap pulled down over her hair, a blouse tied beneath her breasts, and wearing an ankle length wraparound skirt that the sea breeze pressed against her legs, and out from behind her. Below, she could see a few of the girls sunbathing, a few others out in the surf, and she could see the footprints going down the beach to the outcroppings of weathered rocks that marked the turn in the beach.

Smiling as she moved down the stairs, Ella looked at the girls, seeing Kay and Lori out in the surf, Margerie and several others stretched out on the sand, the sun shining from their oiled bodies. The sky clear but for a few patches of white toward the horizon, she began to move toward the outcroppings of rock, following Rita's footprints without looking at them. Lori waved from the water, and she waved back, giving the girl a mellow smile.

Then the girls were behind her, the roar of the surf and the roar of her blood merging within her ears. The wraparound skirt flapped in the wind, revealing one shapely leg as she continued down the beach. Ahead, Rita was coming out of the water, wearing the face mask and flippers, the snorkel in her hand. The tank top clung wetly to her tits and upper stomach.

Rita pushed the face mask up atop her head, dropping the snorkel, and she lowered herself to the sand, sitting down to remove the flippers. Continuing toward her, Ella watched Rita lift one knee and then the other high as she took off the flippers. Rita turned, rising onto her knees, and Ella saw the light sand clinging to her plush ass cheeks, pale against her tan.

Rita glancing toward her, Ella came to a stop a few feet away, turning to look out to sea, Rita's eyes following hers out to the whitecaps. The tide going out, the waves broke and spread out in a thinning veil over the sand, sliding up a few inches from Ella's feet. Clouds were building along the horizon.

"Should be .a beautiful sunset," Ella said, her voice just audible over the surf.

"Yes," Rita nodded, the sea breeze drying her hair as it fanned Ella's back.

Ella took a deep breath, held it for a moment, and she moved her hands to her skirt. Rita remained sitting back against her heels, which pressed the bases of her nether cheeks out. Ella opened the wraparound skirt, and it started to slide down from her hips when the breeze caught it, furling it back and away. They both looked toward the skirt as it drifted back across the beach. Rita's eyes moved to the woman's rounded hips, which angled down and back, thrusting the rich ass cheeks toward her.

Ella slowly turned toward Rita. Beads . of water still clinging to her muff, the girl's flesh was almost dry. She moved her eyes up Ella's shapely legs to the dark-brown curlings at the juncture of her full thighs. Her eyes moving up the firm curve of Ella's stomach with its deepset navel, Rita began to peel the wet tank top up from her own stomach.

Her nipples indenting the ribbed cotton, Rita's areolas made dark circles against the wet cloth. Her arms lifting, she was looking into Ella's hazel eyes. The cloth slipped from the orbs of her tits, and she slid it over her head The slender nipples stood out erect as she drew the tank top from her arms.

Looking at Rita's tanned body, Ella lifted her hands to where her shirt was tied, and she opened it. The lower half of the shirt waved in the breeze, the upper half pressing against the rise and fall of her tits. Her fingers slipped the two fastened buttons free of their eyelets, and the shirt blew open, curving against her upper arms, and Rita, looked at the full globes of Ella's breasts, the pegs of Ella's nipples standing out hard from the discs of her areolas.

Ella took an unsteady step forward, and she knelt beside Rita, her knees even with the girl's hips. Rita raised her hands, and she slipped the shirt from the woman's shoulders, her fingers then following the curves of her shoulders up into her neck. Ella watched her, her breath catching at the touch of the girl's long fingers. Looking into Ella's eyes, Rita slid the sleeves down past Ella's elbows, and then lifted her hands to the high sloped globes of her breasts. Ella's eyes closed, and her lips parted.

Moving her fingertips over Ella's chest, Rita curved her hands to the outsides of the lush tits. She leaned forward, and her full, pouted lips brushed against the silky warmth of the flesh Ella's body arched, her cant tightening as Rita gently caressed her swollen breasts, the girl's lips drifting over them, and around the burning rises of her nipples.

Ella lifted her hands, the shirt holding her elbows to her sides, and the tips of her fingers moved up Ella's sides, and to the outsides of her tits. Rita's bangs shifting against the tops of Ella's breasts, Rita moved her lips in toward the cocoa-tan pegs of the woman's nipples, her hands shifting against the outsides of the firm globes.

One hand against the side of the girl's stomach, the other was, at her shoulder. She pushed the face mask back with her chin, and it bounced against the sand as she kissed the downy nape of Rita's neck. The girl's lips moved over one burning nipple, and Ella's mouth widened against her neck, her tongue shifting against the soft shallow at the base of her skull.

Rita's full lips moved over the erect pegs, and opened around them, her tongue flowing against their tips. Ella's hand dropped from Rita's side to her thigh, the hand at her shoulder tightening. The girl's lips tightening and loosening, her tongue spun around Ella's nipples, her hands pressing Ella's tits in against one another. Her furrow tightening and loosening, Ella's legs shifted against the sand, and her mouth lifted from Rita's nape as a little cry escaped her lips, an orgasm flowering with her roiling depths.

Ella's hand moved up Rita's thigh, and she slid her thumb through the soft curlings of the girl's damp nest, feeling the fullness of her mound above her closed thighs. Rita leaned back, her lips lifting from Ella's nipples, and the breeze touched the damp pegs, sending a tingling through Ella's tits as she and the girl looked into one another's lidded eyes.

Ella's hands slipped down as Rita removed the shirt from her arms, and their arms went around one another, their opened lips pressing together around the swirlings of their tongues. Murmuring into each other's mouth, they kissed deeply, their knees burrowing into the sand as they lifted up onto them, their toes curling down into the sand.

Their hands slid down over each other's ass, spreading wide, and their fingers indented the full cheeks as they drew together. The slender nipples of the girl flicked against the woman's pegs, and their tits pressed together. Their hands tightening against each other's fanny, their fingertips pressed down against the center bases of the cheeks as the top of their muffs rubbed together.

Their breathing ragged, they leaned to the side, and dropped to the sand. Ella slid her leg between Rita's, her thigh sliding up between the girl's, and against her fevered mound, feeling the dampness of her slit. Rita shifted her hip against Ella's nook, and squirmed her thigh up against it.

Their lips pulled to the sides, sliding apart, both breathing in gasps as their cunnies tightened and loosened against one another's legs. They shifted from their waists,. rubbing their tits together. Rita's eyes closed, her hips bucking as her thighs gripped Ella's leg tightly, her nook spasming against it. Ella looked with warned entrancement at the girl's expression of rapture, her own bog quaking as the girl's thigh twisted and vibrated against it. Her eyes closed, her face lifting, and they held one another tightly as they shook in their climax, the movements of their bodies pushing the sand out from under them.

They stiffened, their breaths catching, and they shook together at the peak of their coming. Their lungs heaving, the tension seeped out of their muscles, and they smiled sleepily at one another as they lay stroking each other's hair. The sun was moving toward the horizon, the clouds turning gold and crimson, and the light tinted their flushed bodies as they looked out to sea.

Pushing up onto one elbow, Ella looked down into Rita's eyes, and touched a kiss to the pouty lips, one hand moving over the girl's stomach. Rita slid her fingers through Ella's hair. The woman moved her lips down to the pert globes of Rita's tits, kissing the firm rises. Rita's heel pressed against her head, her fingers pulling against her scalp as she twisted on the sand, her body arching up.

Ella's legs slid out from Rita as she cupped the breast closest to her, holding it as she kissed the slender nipple, her other hand moving down over the girl's pliant belly. Rita's heels pulled upward, plowing the sand, and her free hand clutched Ella's hat, which had blown off earlier. She groaned as Ella's tongue flicked at her nipple, the woman's lips collaring it. Ella moved her hand to the other tit, the soft inside of her forearm sliding over the tops of both orbs. Rita groaned as Ella sucked at her nipple, licking its tip, her hand caressing her other tit while the thumb and forefinger rolled the nipple.

Ella turned her hips, her legs curled out from the side of the girl, and she slid her fingers down into the light-brown curlings, Rita's hips arching, her knees lifted high. Ella tightened her lips as she pulled them from Rita's nipple, and the girl groaned as it popped free. Continuing to knead the ripe orb of the girl's breast, Ella kissed her tight belly, her lips moving down to the lip of flesh over Rita's navel. Rita's hand slid down Ella's back as she turned her tongue in the girl's navel, her face moving against her stomach, and Rita moved her hand from the hat to Ella's head.

The girl rolled from side to side, pressing deeper in the sand as Ella kissed her abdomen and hips, her arm moving against the inside of Rita's thigh as her fingers slid down over the Y of Rita's nest. Ella's tits rubbed against Rita's stomach and hip, her hand pressing the girl's raised thigh out to the side as she kissed the raised tendon at its inner top. Rita's hand moved over Ella's tush, and she turned from the waist, the other hand moving to Ella's ass as she gripped the woman's thigh, her wrist against her mound.

Ella kissed the bare outside of Rita's mound, her cheek brushing the soft curls. Rita drew Ella's hips up toward her, and she opened the woman's legs, kissing them. Ella murmured against Rita's muff, her lips. moving against the curls, and she kissed the girl's tender slot. Rita gripped her legs, and pressed her lips to Ella's dewy furrow, inhaling deeply of her scent.

The sunset tinted their bodies in amber. Their hands moved over one another's thighs as they turned onto their sides, and they kissed each other's slit, their tongues lapping at the wet furls of one another's lips, the richness of their nectar bathing one another's taste buds. Their tongues turned in the sheaths of their cants, sliding and turning against the wet silk sleekness. Their faces flushed, they moaned into each other's steamy cleft, their tits rubbing against each other's belly, their legs stretching and curling.

The sunset turned the veil of water cerise, the outgoing waves tinged with gold. The woman and the girl rolled from side to side, their hands moving over each other's thighs and ass as they turned their mouths in each other's hive, their depths reverberating with raptures. Their legs pushed out, their feet sliding through the sand, their bodies arched against one another, their bellies undulating against each other's breasts. Their brains spinning, they moved their mouths up to the pulsing pearls of each other's clit, and they cried out against them, their cries of ecstasy rising above the roar of the surf that crashed in gold and then spread up and out in cerise as the tanned bodies of the women shook upon the amber tinted sand.

Ella pressed her tongue against the girl's apex, tightening and loosening it in a steady rhythm, her breathing strained as she fought to concentrate, her own ecstasies overpowering her as Rita sucked at her large clit, the tip of her tongue moving against it.

The horizon cut the blazing circle of the sun in half, the reflection spreading toward the women, the clouds above them tinged with the crimson hue, the sand turned to bronze. Rita cried out, her body shaking against Ella's as her cunt spasmed against the woman's mouth, the pulse of her clit a soaring high note of joy that echoed throughout her as the woman's tongue continued to flex. The girl's tongue lashed at the bud of Ella's clit, sparking the swollen ember, and a flesh fire went through the woman, sending her into the whirlpool of her climax.

They rolled from side to side as they came, their climaxes extended as their tongues and mouths continued to move, Ella's responses to Rita's mouthings heightening Rita's, and causing her to heighten Ella's, their orgasmic rushed intensifying as their comings ricocheted back and forth.

The top of the sun going from sight, the clouds above were turned a blood-red that bathed everything, including the woman and the girl, carnal fatigue leaving them limp. Unable to muster the energy to turn around or to lift their heads, they rested their cheeks on one another's thighs, basking in their satiation and in the now lavender light, the surf sounding softly.

Standing at his window as the sun went down, Wayne, wondered why Lori had not given him an opportunity to go down on her. Smiling at the memory of being with her at the pond, he looked up as lights began to go on in rooms across the way, golden rectangles in the amber-tinted courtyard. A girl painted her nails, listening to her roomie, the other girl taking a break from writing something, her areolas and nipples appearing as pink blushes against the thin stuff of her bra. Two other girls were washing their hair, one then rolling it as they talked, their lithe bodies clad in molding underwear, and in lacy panties and bras that provided veiled views of their breasts and their muffs.

Hearing something, he turned around, looking across the dimly lit room to see someone silhouetted in the open doorway. The door closed, and he tried to make out the figure standing there, the light outside going to gold, and only slightly illuminating the room. The girl had wheat-blonde hair parted in the center. Pushed back behind her ears, it fell past her slightly wide shoulders. Her face a long oval, there were slender, dark brown eyebrows above jet-black eyes with long lashes, her lidded eyes staring into his, giving the impression of sensual sadness. Her mouth full, her upper lip was a degree long, her plump lips parted above her blunt, lightly cleft chin.

Her lightly tanned flesh warmed by the indirect light of the sunset which turned her yellow T-shirt bright gold. Long-limbed, she wore a pair of bellbottomed denim pants, her feet bare. His eyes adjusted to the light and he looked at her questioningly, the building silent but for the hum of plumbing somewhere downstairs.

“I'm Fiona," she said, her voice soft. "I'm Lori's roommate."

"Yes," he nodded.

"She said that she thought you might ... feel you wanted to ... reciprocate," she said, and dampened her lips.

"Reciprocate?"

"That's the right word, isn't it?" she asked uncertainly. "For returning a favor?"

"Yeah," he smiled, his rod shifting as it began to go hard.

"Anyway ..." she shrugged, her out pointing nipples moving against her T-shirt.

"She told you then," he smiled.

"Yeah," she grinned, and the impression of sadness was dispelled, but not that of sensuality. "About how she sucked your cock," she added, her nervousness easing.

"Yes, she was right," he said.

"Well, she said I could, uh, collect in her place."

"She doesn't like to be gone down on?"

"Oh, sure," Fiona laughed. `But she figures you'll still want to scarf her bog, anyway, and that ... I might like it," she shrugged with a shy smile.

"And so would I," he said, his tool pressing his pants leg out.

"Maybe you should be sure," she said, and she sucked her full lower lip in for a moment, her teeth pressing against it, and she slid the T-shirt up from the firm length of her stomach and her subtle waist, and over the full breadths of her breasts.

Her rounded nipples lifted out from rounded, nearly invisible areolas. She turned from side to side, and he inhaled deeply at the sight of her. She slowly unzipped the bellbottoms, and she eased them down. Her long torso narrowed into her waist, her girlish hips high. She eased the pants down from the tops of her long, full thighs, and from the wispy curls of her low-set nest. She straightened, letting the pants drop to the floor, and stepped out of them. She turned, presenting him with a view of her round ass cheeks, and sat back on his bed, her eyes on the bulge of his rod.

The T-shirt still up above her tits, she slid back on the bed, supporting her head with her hands. Her legs apart, his eyes moved down from her muff to her slit, the now amber light illuminating the flecks of down at her mound, and upon her thighs.

He moved toward her, and she let her hands slide out to the sides of her head, the T-shirt pulling down over her tits. He stood looking down at her, and he leaned forward. Her eyes widened questioningly as he reached out, and then she grinned broadly as he slid the T-shirt up from her breasts, and she raised up, her arms lifting as he removed it.

Her fingers curled together at her mouth, her forearms against the plump pectorals that flowed into her tits, and she looked at him from under dark lashes, her shapely legs shifting upon the bed. Dropping the T-shirt aside, he leaned forward onto his hands, which were to either side of her, and he kissed her fingers. Her cheeks dimpling, she slid her hands out from her mouth, resting them to the insides of her shoulder's rounded points.

He kissed her face unhurriedly, moving his lips over her cheeks and forehead, and cupping them to her eyes. She murmured happily, and he kissed the soft fullness of her mouth. Her hands bunched, pulling against her shoulders, and her lips parted against his. Her fingertips touched his cheeks, and her tongue floated with his, sliding softly over it as it furled and turned within her mouth. Her eyes closed, and she held his face in her hands as she turned her lips against his, a little murmur escaping, and she pressed her ankles in against the outsides of his thighs, rubbing his slacks against them as their kiss continued on.

Their breaths fluttering against one another's lips, he lifted his face, and looked down into the indigo pools of her lidded eyes for a moment. Then he pushed back a little off his hands, her fingers moving up into his hair, and he kissed the breadths of her out-pointing tits. Her head turned against the bed, her full lips parted as heat simmered within her breasts.

He kissed the pink. pearls of her nipples, turning his lips around them, just making contact as his tongue flowed over them. She groaned, her feet sliding up and down his thighs and hips, her legs tightening along with her cunny. His lips moved from breast to breast, from nipple to nipple, the light fading until there was only moonlight coming through the windows to illuminate them.

His knees against the side of the bed, he moved his hands to her sides as he moved his lips down over the length of her contoured belly, his hands following the tapering of her torso forward to the handholds of her waist, and then into the hips that tapered into her thighs. Her hips rocked atop the bed, but he had his body arched so that her loins did not touch him as he kissed her stomach and the button of her navel.

He stepped back as he kissed the curving of her stomach into her abdomen, and his hands held her hips firmly to slide them toward the edge of the bed. Her Achilles tendons pressed against the backs of his legs, her knees pointed out and up. Her fanny at the edge of the bed, he slid his hands back up to her waist, his thumbs sliding against the supple tendons curving down and forward at her sides, his fingers sliding over them and pressing against the dimples at the small of her back. He kissed her hips and the tops of her thighs, and began to go down to one knee, her gasping murmurs of arousal the only sounds in the room.

As he lowered himself, the hacks of his thighs and then his buttocks slid down and past her heels. His forearms sliding against the insides of her spread thighs, he moved his hands down and under her legs, and back to her hips. He turned his face, and he began to slowly kiss the taut insides of her thighs, licking the flecks of down and the lifted tendons that seemed to point toward her under slung cunny.

She licked at her full lips, her head turning against the bed as his kisses moved to the very tops of her thighs. Her heels pulled over his back, and pressed against his sides, his hands moving back to keep her thighs from pressing in against his head. Her hands tightened in the bedding as his lips moved down over the under curves of her rounded ass cheeks. Then his mouth was gliding over her light brown nest, and she gasped as the hairs shifted.

His lips pressed down against her muff, and he moved his mouth over it, his tongue flowing against her swollen pubes, his kisses coming closer and closer to her flexing slit. Her back arched, her head pressing hack against the bed, her long arms tensing as her fists clutched the bedspread. His lips touched the hairs half-concealing her splay, and her feet gripped his tighter. His lips shifted, and the hairs moved against the burning lips. Her breath caught, the pulse of her clit deepening.

His lips touched her cunt lips, tightening and loosening as he moved them up and down the dewy crevice, and she gasped, her depths expanding and contracting as her cut's pulse deepened His lips moved up and down, up and down. Her thighs trembled atop -- his shoulders and against his cheeks. She moaned softly as the caressing rise and fall of his lips continued, and she cried out, waves of joy surging through her. And he continued to kiss her, his tongue now drifting in the sleek pinkness of her cleave.

She moaned, turning back and forth from the wait, her raised hands pulling the covers up around her arms and over her stomach. The contractions and expansions of her depths become more intense, and his tongue began to move up into her. The flarings of her clit quickened, orgasmic rushes shaking her. She rolled from side to side, her hips bouncing atop the bed. His tongue flicked up just under her clit, and swam back down in her fevered quiver. She sobbed, the orgasms overpowering her, the contractions and expansions merging, and she was coming, her mind filled with brightness as her body bucked and writhed.

The ecstasy engulfed her, and she lost awareness of her actions, or her words. Then, as her head began to clear a little, and the convulsions of her depths began to ease, she became aware that he was still kissing her drenched nook, his tongue still flowing within her. Her mouth dry, her throat was constricted. Her fevered body twisted, and she tried to speak but couldn't. His tongue moved up over her clit, stroking the burning node, and she cried out breathlessly, the sound fading as the air left her lungs.

His tongue moved up and down lazily, painting her clit with rapture, and the convulsions of her depths returned, but multiplied, the orgasms more intense, and there was only the pleasure flooding her mind and body, sweeping over her in quickening waves, her every nerve ending ablaze. Her head and back lifted from the bed, her eyes widening but seeing nothing but the brightness flashing behind them, the climax building, vibrating faster and faster, shaking her, and she inhaled hoarsely, the crescendo lifting her into sheer bliss.

Her legs dropped limply over his shoulders, and she fell back to the bed Her tits rising and falling, she gasped for breath, her cunny still spasming against his mouth as he touched tender kisses to her flushed cunt lips.

His head swimming, he leaned back, and forced his eyes open. He moved his eyes up from her box, over her breasts with their rounded nipples, and looked at her flushed face and her expression of satiation. He touched a kiss to her clit, and pushed up onto unsteady legs, his head filled with her fragrance. With a sleepy smile, she looked up at him.

"That was ... a nice present Lori gave me," she murmured.

"Gave you?" he asked with a surprised expression, and they both smiled.

"I --I'd like to ..." she began.

"But?"

"But since I got this first, maybe Lori should ball with you first -- before me," she smiled.

"Then I'll have to see about getting together with her soon, won't I?"

"You're sweet," she said, blushing lightly, and she pushed up onto her elbows, the tangled covers pulled up over one hip her only covering.

"No," he said, and drew his tongue over his lips, "it's you that's sweet."

Grinning, she took his hands, and he drew her up and onto her feet. Her arms around him, she leaned her head against his chest as her legs steadied, and she shifted her hip against the hard rise of his tool.

"Oh, you're ..." she said with alarm, and looked up at him.

"I'll keep it for when we get together," he smiled, his hands cupping her ass cheeks, and he leaned down as she pushed onto her toes.

Their tongues moved together, their lips joined tightly, her body shifting against him. She tilted her head back, and they smiled.

"Guess I'd better get going, or else Lori won't be first," she said, and he watched her pick up her jeans. She sat down, and drew them up her legs as she grinned at him.

"What?" he asked, and she sucked her plump lower lip.

"Could I see it? I mean, Lori's done that."

"Sure," he laughed, and he opened his pants, her eyes on his hand as he gripped his engorged cock, and drew it free.

"Yeah," she nodded, eyeing his tool as it thrust out and up, "Lori described it perfectly. You know," she blinked, looking up as she stood, "Lori sucked you off first, so ..."

We'll save that too," he smiled

"You're sure?" she asked earnestly as she zipped and fastened the pants.

"Um-m-m, yeah," he shrugged, and they both chuckled.

She slipped the T-shirt on, and he moved to the door with her. They kissed again without hurry, and she finally slipped out. He inhaled deeply, and slowly let it out as he turned back toward the bed, his hands moving to put his prod back in his pants.

"Sure you want to put that away yet?" a voice asked, and he spun around to see that someone was seated in a darkened corner of the room in the easy chair. His eyes adjusted to the darkness, and he smiled as he realized that it was Ella seated there looking at his rigid staff.



Chapter 5

"How long've you been there?" he asked.

"Um, from Fiona's navel downwards," she smiled, standing up. "I was coming to visit, and the door wasn't quite closed ..." she said, the ankle-length skirt swirling around her legs as she turned to glance out the window. "She was saying about you and Lori ...?"

"She went down on me at the pond."

"Seems the day for such things," she said, turning back to him.

"Pardon?"

"I and Rita, we ..." she smiled, reaching out to slide her fingers along his exposed rod.

"Ah-h-h, yes," he nodded, his eyelids lowering. "You're not here because ...?"

"To reassure myself because I was with a girl? No, women are the exception to the rule with me, but a longstanding exception," she said, her voice softening as he opened the buttons of her shirt, baring the insides of her lush breasts, his fingers shifting against them as they moved down to where the shirt was knotted.

"I've always thought it was a good thing for a principal and teacher to have a firm relationship," he smiled.

"Very firm," she nodded, her hand tightening around his rigid shaft, and she began to open his shirt with her other hand, the side of her hand moving up against his hard stomach.

"You're just an inspirational force for your teachers," he smiled, slipping one hand into the opened shirt, and he turned it against the top of one full breast, his wrist pushing the cloth out as he cupped it, his heel sliding over her nipple.

"Yeah?" she murmured as he caressed her tit, and his other hand opened the wraparound skirt.

"Yeah," he nodded, letting the skirt drop to the floor, and their lips pressed tightly together, his knob sliding against her stomach as her hands slipped his shirt from his shoulders and arms.

She caressed the shirt down his arms, her body arched forward off the balls of her feet to sandwich his cock between their stomachs. Flickerings of light behind her eyelids, she murmured as he sucked her tongue, and he opened the knot of the shirt.

Her tits pressed to his chest, and pulled against it as their tongues darted and slid together. Her hands moved over his shoulders, and slid down to push his pants from his hips and ass, her clit pulsing as she twisted the tap of her slit against the base of his thick length. His hands moved down the supple sweep of her back, and out over the plush pillows of her ass cheeks, drawing her tighter against his tool. Their lips slipped together around the lashings of their tongues. His heels pushed and pulled. against the rich orbs of her ass, his fingertips kneading its center base, the heat from her bog radiating back against them.

She raised one shapely leg, her full thigh sliding up along the outside of his, her heel lifting toward it. The movement opened her slit, and he felt the sleek heat of her against the base of his dorsal vein. His fingertips touched at the base of her furrow,, sliding against the moistness. She twisted her tits against his muscled chest, the burning pegs of her nipples pulling against it. The pants down below his knees, she clutched his ass, pulling him against her as she rocked her hips, moving her clit against his staff.

Waves of liquid heat went through her, and her head dropped back, her opened mouth leaving his, her fingers indenting his buttocks. She inhaled in a slow moan as the wet friction sent orgasms flashing out from her clit, her raised leg pressing in against his thigh and hip.

Murmuring, she dropped her face to his shoulder, her leg slipping back down. Her arms around him, he lifted one hand from her fanny, and he slipped the shirt from one shoulder as he kissed her flushed face. His hand returning to her luxuriant rear, his other hand lifted, and he removed the shirt.

She swallowed hard, and dampened her lips. Taking a deep breath that swelled her tits against him, she moved her hands to his hips, and straightened, leaning back from him a little.

"Let's see, you've been given head today, and have given it," she mused with a little smile. "So, it's undoubtedly time for some balling."

"Undoubtedly," he smiled, and she slipped down along his body, her stomach stroking his knob and shaft.

Her hands caressing his sides, her lips moved over his chest and his stomach. Her cheek moved down against his tool, and she turned her face as she went to one knee, her lips moving along him as her hands pushed his pants down around his ankles. She licked at his dorsal vein, and he slid his fingers through her golden-brown hair, electric heat going up his spine. She eased his shoes and socks off as she continued to lick, and he stepped out of his pants, one of her hands supporting him as he swayed before her.

She leaned back, and kissed his cock's head. Her hands at his legs, she looked up at him. Smiling, he looked down into her beaming face, and she flicked her tongue over his knob's lips again.

"Sure you've had enough head for today?" she smiled.

"Um, let's just say I'm more ... up for balling," he smiled as she stood up, and they moved toward the bed.

They slid onto the bed, and they kissed as their arms went around one another again, their legs entwining. His rod against her hip, he felt the heat of her box against his thigh, her big tits shifting against his chest. His hands moved over her ass to her hips, and they rolled over, her legs opening around him as they continued to kiss.

His hips lifted, his knob pressing against her abdomen. Her hands moved between them from his hips, and she curled her fingers around his trunk. His eyes closed as she pushed his knob down over her silky flesh, and into the soft curlings of her triangle. He arched his hips, and his knob was pressed into the top of her furrow, against her swollen clit. Holding her hips in place, he rotated his hips, pivoting his bulbous knob against her pearl.

She moaned into his mouth as the soft fleshed fullness of his cock's head turned against her burning clit, and her hands tightened around his shaft, turning the flesh around and along his hardness. His moan of pleasure mingled with hers, their tongues stretching out along one another's.

Their lips parting, they looked into one another's glazed eyes, and he eased his hips from side to side as he continued to rotate them, and she gasped, her head going back. She pushed off her shoulders and heels, her body arching against him, thrusting her clit against the malleable knob. The oven of her cunt shook with waves of heat as her clit sparked against his knob, and her hands pulled at him, shaking his cock's head against it as she came.

He inhaled through clenched teeth, her hands stroking him as his knob turned against the wet head of her pearl. The come boiled within him, and his shoulders bunched as he strove to restrain it, his groin muscles tightening, the shallows between his hips and buttocks deepening. Murmuring, she dropped back to the bed, and her hold relaxed. Breathing in gasps, he opened his eyes, looking down at her face as his arousal eased back.

Her eyes beginning to open, he shifted his hips, and his cock slipped into her box. Her eyes suddenly widened, her still tremoring nook clutching around him. Her hands opened from his shaft, spreading against his abdomen, and she slid them up over his stomach as her eyes closed to the surges of joy that went through her depths.

He began to ease his hips down, sliding higher into the tightening and loosening of her underbelly, the wet heat quickening the throbbing going through him. The deep corners of her mouth lifted as she savored the feel of his thick length easing higher and higher into the contractions and expansions of her depths.

Her hands moved up from his chest to his face, and his curved to the outsides of her tits, pressing the lush globes together. He shifted his chest, rubbing the pegs of her nipples as he began to raise his hips, then sliding back up, easing in and out. His hips high, the top of his shaft slid against the top of her nook, riding below her pulsing clit. Each time he slid back up he went deeper, and her hips thrust against him, her vaginal muscles tightening and loosening around him.

Her tits and his chest pressed together as they inhaled, their breathing deepening. Their eyes closed as they felt the movements of his cock and her cunny; they murmured; and then he was fully within her, her rich pubes pressing around the base of his rod, his weighted sac against the base of her cunt and the center base of her ass. Their mouths joined again, and she held his face as her tongue flashed with his, her hips rising and falling against his as he turned his rod in the humid tightness.

Her feet pushed against the bed, and her hips moved with a steady rhythm under his. He pushed back and forth off his toes and his elbows, shifting back and forth as he thrust within her. Their lips gradually parted, and he kissed hers, sucking the full lower lip in, his tongue moving over the plump pad. Her hands moved up and around his head, and out over his shoulders, her arms pressing in against them.

Thrusting deep, he pushed up onto his elbows, and lowered his face to her tits, his hands holding them together. Her arms stretched down along his back, and she kissed his neck and shoulder as he kissed her breasts. She pulled her fingernails up along his back, the tempo of his thrusting quickening, the constant movement under her clit sparking orgasmic rushes.

She gripped his head, and lifted his face from her tits to her face, kissing him wildly as her depths convulsed around his pistoning tool. His hands moved under her, and the peaks of her lush tits flattened against his chest. Her hive twisting and thrusting around him, he moved his hands down until their heels were against the tops of her ass cheeks, his fingers slipping under the plush orbs.

Holding her hips to his, he thrust within her, the base of his shifting rod up against her clit. Her lips slid against his, her tongue moving without control. His face tightened as he maintained his rhythm, flashes of volcanic heat jetting through him, the blurring of his thoughts forcing him to concentrate on his movements. She cried out, her face going back as she twisted the crown of her head against the bed.

Her box spasmed around him, tightening and loosening, and the blood roared in his head. Her arms stretched out, and her hands pressed against the bed, her hips shoving against him as the orgasms merged into a runaway train of energy that moved faster and faster, racing on the downgrade, the brakes burning away amid sparks of friction. She cried out soundlessly, her body and her mind remote as her consciousness met the orgasmic rush headlong, imploding and exploding, and finally expanding ever outward into total satiation.

Her sounds, her movements, and the sheer intensity of her release tore the come loose. His ears ringing, his mind and body resounded with the spasmings, his come blasting through him, his cock thrusting wildly. His mouth pulled wide, and he groaned raggedly, flashings of ecstasy filling his awareness.

They lay gasping together, sprawled across his bed, their chests heaving. Their muscles were without tension, but their thoughts were too diffused with contentment for it to matter.

Lori was delighted by Fiona's recounting of her adventure with Wayne. They had debated visiting his room together, but when they noted that neither he nor Ella was at dinner they decided that they should perhaps save that for the next day.

Now, Lori was at the pool, and Fiona took a shower. She put on a blouse, and sat thinking of being eaten. Her arousal mounting, she put her bellbottoms back on, and went out, playing with the temptation of visiting Wayne's room just to see if he was with Ella, or so she told herself.

She passed Paula in the hall, and the girl gave her a hard look, which Fiona tried to ignore as she continued on. Passing Margerie's door, she stopped, and looked in. Sitting on her bed, Margerie wore an unfastened, thirties-style nightgown. Lighting a stick of incense, she was unaware of Fiona's presence, and Fiona stared at the tanned lushness of the girl's body framed by the white satin. Her wide sensual lips pursed as she blew out the flame, she lifted her dark brown eyes toward Fiona, looking up at her from under her long lashes.

"Getting ready for bed?" Fiona asked.

"No, I was wearing this as a dress," Margerie smiled. "Krisi is out," she said, referring to her roommate, "and I didn't feel like swimming, or watching the tube. Funny, but I'm almost looking forward to classes starting again."

"Um," Fiona shrugged, debating as to whether or not she should say anything about being with Wayne, at least before she and Lori had gotten it on with him. "I was getting restless, and was thinking of going for a walk. Want to come?"

"Yeah, why not?" Margerie shrugged, her full tits shifting, and she stood up, the satin fanning out from her long waist, her full, cradling hips, and her long, shapely legs, the lamplight momentarily hazing her dark triangle. "Think I could start a fashion trend?" she smiled, turning so that the full-length nightgown fanned out from her legs and her rich, outthrust ass cheeks.

"Or a traffic jam if you were in town," Fiona smiled, finding that her arousal had not been lessened by her visit.

"You're sweet," Margerie smiled, fastening the gown downward from her hips, the center of her stomach and the insides of her tits left exposed. "This was my grandmother's," she said, as they left the room, the satin draping against her legs.

"You really get off on old clothes, don't you?" Fiona said, finding herself looking over at the tremoring of Margerie's tits as they walked.

"Yeah, good ones. I like the feel of them. Can't imagine why they wore underwear under things like satin," she observed, as they went outside. "Here, feel," she said, and she lifted one of the surprised Fiona's hands to her hip, moving it over the thin satin covering her warm flesh. "Nice, huh?" she said, moving Fiona's hand over her abdomen.

"Yeah," Fiona said tightly, "the satin too."

Fiona was startled by what she had said, and she blushed, but Margerie only smiled, not removing her hand from her satin-covered abdomen. They stood looking at one another for long moments, and Margerie let the girl's hand slip from hers, and her eyelashes flickered as Fiona's fingertips brushed her muff through the nightgown. Margerie started ahead, and Fiona looked at her for a moment, and then continued along with her.

Unnoticed, Paula watched them from a second floor window. Smiling coldly to herself, she pursed her lips thoughtfully.



Chapter 6

Neither of them speaking, Fiona and Margerie walked without direction, moving away from the building and the sea, the rumble of the surf growing distant. They walked across the grass, the green muted by the moonlight that glowed from Margerie's gown and from Fiona's blouse, and which shone in Margerie's long, dark-brown hair and in Fiona's wheatblonde hair. Night birds chirped in the trees ahead of them, and a breeze shifted the grass around their feet, moving their hair, and pressing Margerie's nightgown to her long legs.

"You and Lori, have you ...?" Margerie asked. "I mean, at one time or another, everybody seems to've."

"We -- we've, uh, fingered each other sometimes," Fiona said, finding her mouth dry. "Today, she ... went down on Wayne, and ... later he went down on me."

"How was it?" Margerie asked with an interested smile.

"Great," Fiona grinned, relaxing
"You didn't ball with him, you or Lori?"

"No, maybe tomorrow," Fiona shrugged, and she brushed her hair back, holding it against her neck, her forearm against one breast.

"Interesting," Margerie nodded thoughtfully as they moved through the trees, the soft moonlight falling through the branches to decorate them with shadow patterns. "You've been eaten before, haven't you?"

"Yeah, but it was guys at the last school, and ... they were just doing it cause they thought I'd put out more, or 'cause they thought they were supposed to. Not 'cause they got off on doing it," she shrugged "Wayne, he was getting off on it," she observed as they approached a moonlit clearing "You and Krisi ...?"

"Yeah, we get it on. Maybe more than we would if there was cock around, but we dig it," she smiled, and they came to a stop in the clearing, and they faced one another, their eyes holding, the moonlight softly molding their features and the outlines of their bodies. "Back there, when I held your hand, you liked the feel of the gown?" she asked, the whisper of her voice clear in the stillness of the night, and Fiona nodded. "And what was under the gown?" she asked, her breasts rising and falling, the moonlight molding the insides of the globes, and her heart pounded.

"I ... yes," Fiona slowly nodded, her flesh burning despite the light breeze.

"Can I touch you?" Margerie asked, and Fiona nodded, her head just moving.

Margerie lifted her hand, and she eased the back of it down along Fiona's cheek, and her fingertips brushed the blonde hair. Margerie's eyes followed the movement of her hand, Fiona's eyes moving over the Indian features of Margerie's face, suddenly able to see her dressed in buckskins. Then Fiona's eyes closed, her lips parting. Margerie eased her hand down over Fiona's chest, the back and edge moving against the slope down and into one wide, out-pointing breast.

Fiona inhaled deeply as Margerie's hand turned, her palm moving over the indentation her rounded nipple made against her blouse. Margerie turned her hand, cupping Fiona's breast without pressure, the risings of it as the girl inhaled pressing it to her palm and spread fingers. Her fingers turned up, and she slid her hand down and in, her fingers finding the top button of the blouse.

Fiona's eyes opened, and she found herself looking into Margerie's. The fingers pressed the button through its eyelet, and then the next, and the next, and the next, and the cloth opened from the insides of Fiona's swollen tits, and from the center of the firm curve of her stomach with its round navel. The breeze lifted the cloth out from one breast, chilling the burning rise of the nipple. The moonlight made the blush of the areola almost completely invisible.

Sucking at her lower lip's wide fullness, Fiona looked down shyly, and found herself looking at the inner curves of Margerie's breasts, the girl's nipples indenting the brocade satin. Without raising her head, Fiona looked up at her, and the moonlight sparkled in Margerie's eyes, a tender smile lifting the corners of her lush mouth.

Feeling as if she were moving in slow motion, Fiona lifted one hand. The breeze moved through the leaves above them, and the shadow patterns shifted. Fiona touched her fingers to the inside of Margerie's breast, feeling the ripe fullness that was even softer to the touch than the satin gown. She moved her joined fingers down, following the curve, and then over the inside of the other breast. She lifted, her eyes, and saw that Margerie's were closed, the girl's succulent lips parted. She turned the backs of her fingers to Margerie's tit, and slid them under the satin, feeling it against the fronts of her fingers and Margerie's flesh against the backs. The girl's tits swelling out against the nightgown, the fit for Fiona's fingers was tight as she eased them down and under the full globe. Fiona's fingers moved down along Margerie's pliant stomach to where the nightgown was buttoned, and the girl's eyes opened, Fiona hesitating as she touched the top button.

"Please," Margerie whispered.

Fiona's fingers began to unbutton the nightgown, and her knuckles shifted against the base of Margerie's stomach, then against her abdomen, and then against the threadings of her muff. Her fingers pausing, she looked down the supple length of Margerie's stomach to the now exposed top of the girl's nest. She lifted her eyes, and Margerie smiled, curving her hand to one of Fiona's breasts, slipping beneath the opened blouse. Fiona murmured with pleasure and her fingers opened the next button, her knuckles against the heat of Margerie's mound, the silken curlings of hair shifting against the backs of her fingers.

The next button open, Fiona could not reach the others without leaning down, and Margerie's hand was caressing her breast. The nightgown was opened a few inches below the juncture of the girl's full thighs, and Fiona slowly turned her hand till her fingers were curved against the fluffy curlings. She cased her hand from side to side, stroking the girl's hair, and her index finger and then her little finger touched the bare outsides of Margerie's loins. The dark haired girl's hand tightened around the breadth of Fiona's tit, her full lips parting.

Margerie swallowed, her throat constricted, and they looked at one another, swaying lightly, in rhythm with the sway of the branches above in the night breeze. Their hearts beating bard against their chests, they both smiled.

Margerie raised her other hand, and she eased the blouse from Fiona's shoulders, and down her arms. Fiona's hand moved back from Margerie's cunny while retaining its curve, and the blouse slipped over it, and drifted down to the grass. The hand moved back and resumed its caressing of Margerie's nest, Margerie's hands lifting to slip the nightgown back from her tits, and over her shoulders.

Fiona watched the satin slide away from the lush globes, revealing the notched rises of the nipples, and the pale pinkish-tan areolas. Margerie shook her shoulders, and the gown slid down her arms, and away from her lightly defined waist. She drew her hands up and out of the gown, and it held for a moment around her full hips. Fiona watched the satin gradually move down from Margerie's hips, and then it floated down from the long legs to furl around her ankles in the moonlight. Fiona pressed her fingers against the curlings, flattening them against the fullness of Margerie's cunt.

Margerie rocked back and forth, her furrow tightening and loosening as Fiona's cupping hand caressed her pubes. The peaks of their breasts met, and the pearls of Fiona's pink nipples touched the notched nubs of Margerie's pinkish-tan nipples. Their already parted lips touched, and their heads turned, their mouths opening together.

The soft blades of their tongues drifted together, and their breasts pressed tighter. Margerie's hands cupped Fiona's face, and then slid back through the light gold of her hair, and down over the supple sweep of the girl's back. Fiona's one hand continuing to squeeze Margerie's mound, her own pressed against her wrist, her other hand moving up from Margerie's side to her shoulder blades, the dark brown hair shifting against the back of it and her forearm.

Margerie groaned into Fiona's mouth, her body arching as she pushed forward onto the bails of her feet, her cunny thrusting against the girl's hand. Her hands gripped the pert orbs of Fiona's ass, her long fingers indenting them as an orgasm blossomed, rippling out from the tender massage of Fiona's hand, which was pressed between their cleaves, Fiona's lips opening against her lips.

Fiona's breath caught, her furrow tightening and loosening against her wrist, sparkings of electric heat going through her loins. Margerie dropped back onto her feet, her hands opening atop Fiona's tush. Both breathing raggedly, Fiona slipped her hand from between them, and they leaned against one another, their flushed cheeks together.

They straightened, their heads easing back, and they looked at one another. They smiled, and Fiona lifted her hand, and they both watched her turn it, the moonlight gleaming from the dampness of Margerie's juices upon the palm and forgers. Her eyes on Margerie's, Fiona turned her head a little, and she brought her hand to her mouth. Margerie inhaled deeply as she watched Fiona's long tongue skim the moisture from her hand. Savoring Margerie's taste, Fiona took a step back, and Margerie's hands slipped around to her hips. Touching one of the girl's lush breasts, Fiona eased, down, and Margerie watched her stretch out upon the moonlit grass. Her arms out from her sides, Fiona's long legs were apart as she looked up at Margerie, and she slowly drew one foot toward the base of her fanny, her knee rising.

Margerie looked at the golden wheat of Fiona's hair spread out over the soft green of the grass, the moonlit tan of the girl's body without tension. Fiona's tits were pressed out a little to the sides, accenting the angle at which they pointed to the sides. Margerie's eyes moved along the contours of the girl's long stomach and subtle waist, and to the dusky brown curlings crownings her low-slung mound. The lifted knee leaning. out to the side, Fiona's cleft opened, and the moonlight glimmered in the dampness, the bases of the girl's ass cheeks pressed out below.

Both breathing deeply, Margerie swayed as they looked at each other. Her arms hanging limply at her sides, she eased down to one knee between Fiona's legs, their eyes holding. Gradually, she slid one foot forward, and under Fiona's raised leg. She rested one hand atop Fiona's knee, and sat down, her full breasts quivering, her cunny facing Fiona's.

Fiona's fingers skimmed the soft blades of grass as she watched Margerie lift her other leg, and stretch it up over her loins and stomach. She reached up, and slid her hands along the shapely calf, and around the full thigh as Margerie's leg straightened. The curlings of their muffs brushed together, and Margerie shifted her hips forward, bringing their dewy cleaves together. Fiona's eyes closed, and she pulled the long leg against her, her arms embracing it as she pressed her lips to the trim ankle. Her body arching, she thrust her hips downward as she pulled Margerie's up via her hold on her leg.

Margerie's lips pressed out against Fiona's, the moist heat of their hives joined. Her hand gripped Fiona's raised knee, the leg beside Fiona pulling in against the girl's side. The leg beside her ass tightened, and Fiona slid her foot and calf behind Margerie's fanny, drawing her even closer, her raised knee lowering as she pressed her thigh to Margerie's hip, the top of her cunny pressing closer to the top of Margerie's.

Margerie's hands dropped to the ground, and she gripped the grass, blades tearing away as she groaned, her torso arching as her head went back, and the cleft nubs of her nipples stood out hard, her tits drawn taut against her chest, her stomach tightening. Fiona's eyes closed, her head pressing back against the grass, her upper arms pushing her tits in against the leg she held tightly between them.

The heels of her hands pressing against the grass, Margerie's hands slid, and her arms stretched out as she dropped onto her back. Her left leg held to Fiona, she turned her right calf out from the girl's side, her foot digging into the ground as she thrust and turned against Fiona. The girl's calf pulled hard against the tops of her ass cheeks, shifting against the tensed small of her back, the knee of the leg over hers raised, the foot pulling against the ground. Their hips lifted as their! spread cunt lips slid together, the sleek wetness burning as their depths contracted and expanded with billowings of orgasmic heat.

The full moon to the north, its light illuminated the writhings of their naked bodies, but above them were summer rain clouds blowing in low from the sea. Light drops of warm rain began to fall upon them, their flesh warmer. Margerie's mouth opened, she stretched her tongue out to the moisture. They groaned, their pearls pulsing wildly as their splays slid wetly together. Raindrops splattered against their uplifted tits, stinging their burning nipples, and danced over their bellies, soaking their muffs and touching at the tops of their opened furrows.

Their bodies slid against the dampened grass, the moonlight gleaming from their rain-bathed flesh. Their hair clung in ringlets to their temples, their faces moving from side to side as they groaned with joy. Their hips shook together, their cunnies spasming together. The rain clung in moonlit beads, and slid in wavering rivulets over their flushed bodies.

Their hips rocked from side to side, their slits fused by carnal heat, their shoulders and arms sliding against the ground. They moaned from deep in their chests, their wet tits rising and falling, nipples standing out hard. They cried out, their hips turning to face the sides, the thrusts and twists becoming frenzied as their clits flashed with orgasms, their depths imploding and exploding.

Their bodies tensed, their fingers digging into the ground, their feet twisting into it, and their hips vibrated together around the focal point of their splays. They sobbed with the raptures seizing them, and their feet slid out, their legs flailing as their wet bodies slipped and slid against one another's. They turned from their waists, grabbing out at the grass for anchorage as they were swept up in the tidal pull of their culmination, and their moans gradually ebbed as they eased back from the peak of their climax.

The rain lessening, the drops cooled their fevered flesh as they lay limply together, their spread legs overlapped, and the drops fell against their hot cunt lips, sending tremors through the still quivering furls. The rain stopped, and they stared up through pleasure blurred eyes as the clouds moved past, drawing away like a curtain from the star strewn sky.

Fiona pushed weakly up onto one elbow, her other hand stretching out, and they both murmured as their slits shifted together. Fiona pulled herself around alongside Margerie, and she dropped into her arms. Their eyes closing, their breasts shifting wetly against each other's as they embraced, both smiling with contentment.

After watching Margerie and Fiona move toward the woods, Paula had looked into Margerie's room, finding it empty. From there she had gone to the pool, to the rec rooms, and to the beach. With a puzzled look of irritation, she had returned to the girl's room, and had smiled when bid to enter after knocking.

Krisi, Margerie's roommate, had just undressed, and she was about to get into bed. She looked toward the door, and her surprise was apparent to Paula, who smiled.

"I, uh, came by to see Margerie," Paula said, as if feeling awkward. "I wanted to apologize about this afternoon. Did she ...?"

"Tell me about you getting in a hassle? Yeah," Krisi nodded, oblivious of her nudity. Paula was wearing a long-sleeved blouse and a skirt. "I heard Miss Charleston had you go to her office," she said, turning to a wall mirror and leaning on the chest of drawers below it, the pert, rounded cheeks of her ass arched back.

"Yeah," Paula said, fighting back the urge to react to the girl's disinterested attitude. "I -- I told her I expected a spanking, but ... well, she talked to me, and I decided she was right about making friends, and all," she said, and Krisi turned around to look at her for a moment before speaking.

"Yeah, a chip on your shoulder doesn't do anything for anybody," Krisi said, and she sat down cross-legged on a chair, lifting her arms as she pushed her sable-colored hair up, and the light, blossoming rises of her tits lifted, pinkish-tan nubs topping the bands of her areolas. Her dark-brown plume rose from between her spread thighs, and fanned out to either side above her slit like the tail of an exotic fish.

"Well, anyway, I was thinking you and I might talk, go for a walk. You wouldn't ... want to, would you?" she asked with an uncertain expression. "I mean, I'd like to talk with someone, and ..."

"Sure, okay," Krisi nodded after a moment's thought, and she stood up.

The girl's back to her, Paula smiled. Krisi slipped into a green tank top, and took a pair of high-cut bikini panties from the chest of drawers. She lifted one rounded thigh and then the other as she stepped into the panties, and she drew them up around her hips, which followed the flow of her slender torso, angling back and down. She put on a pair of light green khaki slacks that fit loosely, and a pair of canvas shoes. Paula hid her impatience.

"So, where do you want to go walking?" Krisi said, moving toward the door.

"Oh," Paula said casually, "why not out toward the woods?"

"Sounds good." Krisi nodded, and they moved down the hallway toward the stairs, Paula barely able to contain herself.

Len Eldridge's grandfather was the groundkeeper for the school. His curiosity long whetted, the boy had finally gotten his courage up, and slipped over the fence. However, he had been disappointed. The moonlit figures on the beach had been barely perceptible from the cliff, the courtyard pool had been blocked from the outside, and he had only caught glimpses of girls at their windows. Deciding that he might have better luck another time, he had started back toward the fence, cutting through the woods. At that point, he had come to an abrupt halt, seeing Margerie and Fiona undressing one another.

He had knelt down, concealed by brush and shadows as he watched them make love. He had opened his belt and the snap of his jeans, pushing his hand down into his pants to clutch the throbbing hardness of his burning rod.

The rain clouds having passed, he had watched the beautiful girls kiss and caress one another. Hearing something, he looked to the side, and saw two other girls approaching the clearing where the lovers were. He smiled, wondering if they too would make love, perhaps with the first two.

Krisi had accepted the banal conversation about the school and the weather as being due to Paula's nervousness, and to her lack of conversation since she had been at the school. Moving through the trees, she frowned, thinking she saw something ahead of them in the clearing. Seeing that it was Fiona and her roommate, she slowed, and came to a stop, the two naked girls unaware of her and Paula's presence.



Chapter 7

Paula smiled, waiting for Krisi to yell out at Margerie and Fiona, sure that the girl would react with jealous anger. Instead, Krisi turned, and saw her smiling, then became angry.

"This was, one of your stupid games?" Krisi demanded, and the startled couple sat up, looking toward her and Paula. "You thought I'd be pissed off, jealous, that you'd cause a fight between me and Margerie? You jerk!"

"Listen, you can't talk to me like that, you little --" Paula began, but she was cut off as Krisi slapped her hard.

Paula staggered a step back, and looked at the girl with stunned disbelief for a moment. Then she leapt forward, grabbing for the girl. Krisi blocked one hand, but the other gripped her hair and she was pulled to the side and off one foot. She flailed out, and her fingers curled in Paula's blouse as she tried to keep her footing. Buttons popped from the blouse as she pulled Paula to the side, and she kicked her in the shin. Paula yelped, her hand opening from the girl's hair, and Krisi straightened fast. She swung to the side, pulling Paula via her grip on the blouse, and the girl lost her footing, the blouse shredding from Krisi's hands as Paula went sprawling on the ground.

Neither certain, as to what exactly was going on, Margerie and Fiona had stood up, the moonlight shining from their still damp bodies. Their arms around each other's waist, they watched, unaware that Len was watching them and the other two, his breathing ragged as he gripped his engorged tool.

Paula tumbled back against the ground, her skirt thrown up from her long, shapely legs, a pair of blue panties concealing her loins and most of her full ass cheeks. She pushed up onto her knees, her blonde hair askew, her flint-colored eyes narrowed She raised up onto her feet, the blouse torn open, one firm, conical tit bared, the pursed lips of her nipple standing out. She moved toward Krisi, and the girls circled, their arms outspread, each ready to block the other, both looking for an opening.

Paula sprang forward, and Krisi tried to dodge her, but Paula tackled her. They went down hard Pushing up from the waist, Krisi kicked in an effort to free her legs. Trying to hold on, Paula pushed back, but she lost her grip on the girl's legs, and found herself gripping the loose-fitting slacks. She pushed up onto one knee, and then onto her feet. She jerked back hard, and Krisi's ass slid forward atop the damp grass, and she fell onto her back, the air forced from her lungs.

Paula moved back, pulling Krisi Along, and the girl dug her fingers into the ground for anchorage as she gasped for breath. Her hands held in the ground despite Paula's pulling, and the pants began to pull down from her oval hips. She tried to pull her calves down, but the pants came free, and they slid from her legs, Paula having to take a step back as the tension was removed.

Paula flung the slacks aside, but Krisi was already up on her knees, her golden-brown eyes gleaming, the furl of her upper lip baring her overbite, her pouted lower lip back from her lower teeth. Paula moved in fast, and kicked out Krisi caught her leg, and pushed up to her feet, thrusting Paula's leg high, and the girl's other leg went out from under her. Paula fell onto her back, the skirt around her waist Krisi moved over the other leg, twisting the one she held, and flipped Paula onto her stomach.

Following Paula's lead, Krisi moved back, pulling the girl across the ground, and fully into the clearing, Paula unable to get a handhold, her bared tits sliding against the wet grass. Krisi abruptly let go of Paula's leg, stepped forward fast as she leaned down, and her fingers curled in the waistband of Paula's panties. Stepping to the side, she pulled Paula further back and around, and the nylon tore away from the deep cleavage of the wide cheeks. Paula rolling onto her back, disoriented, Krisi sat down on her stomach, her hands grabbing for her wrists.

The girl's legs pressed in against her sides, Paula felt her ass against her loins, the torn panties pushed aside. She got her wrists out of the way, and grabbed for Krisi's throat, but Krisi got hold of her forearms, and her hands gripped the tank top at one strap, and it and the dome of the blossoming tit underneath. Krisi pulled back from the waist, wincing as she gradually worked free of the fingers digging into her breast. She shoved the other hand down, and the tank top pulled off her shoulder and away from one supple tit before the seam of the strap tore. The tank top hanging from her shoulder and breast, she pressed both of Paula's wrists to the ground, pinning the struggling girl.

Paula kicked, her hips twisting between Krisi's hips, but the girl held her down, and her cunny began to warm as it writhed against Krisi's thinly garbed mound. Her firm shoulders lifted as she tried to push and pull her wrists free, her pectorals accented above her widget, conical tits, her stomach's contours is relief as she kicked and twisted: Her forehead damp, her full. lips, were parted to ragged breathing brought on not only by her struggle, but by her mounting arousal, her nest of sable curlings rubbing against Krisi's cunt, her lips pulling against the nylon of the girl's panties.

Krisi's eyes tightened as Paula's cunt stroked hers, and she became aware of the damp heat penetrating her panties. She looked down into Paula's eyes, and recognized that the girl's face was contorted by sexual excitement. Sucking at her pouted lower lip, Krisi began to thrust her hips back and forth, rubbing at the top of Paula's slit and her clit her own juices mingling with the girl's to soak the panties' crotch.

Margerie and Fiona's hands tightened at each other's waist, both staring with mystification as Krisi's back arched, her arms straightened as she held on to Paula's wrists, her hips rocking back and forth firmly against the top of half of Paula's cleave. His fist stroking his burning rod, Len watched Paula's spread legs tremble against the ground, her head pushing back as she groaned, coming with a sob, her hips bucking against Krisi.

Paula went limp, and Krisi let her wrists go. Swaying atop Paula's hips, Krisi rested her hands on her thighs as she caught her breath, her body aquiver with arousal. Paula's eyes opened, and she looked up at Krisi, not knowing what to say, having come against her after trying to stick it to her and the other girls. Krisi looked at her for several moments, and then took a deep breath before looking toward Margerie and Fiona, and then back to Paula.

"Give up?" Krisi said.

"I -- I ... yes, oh yes," Paula whispered.

Krisi explained what Paula had planned, then adding, "She said she'd offered to let Miss Charleston spank her. Maybe that is what she needs," she said, repressing a smile.

Paula looked at her uncertainly, and then nodded.

"If you two'll hold her?" Krisi smiled as she got off of Paula, and she looked down at her panties. "Oh, my, they seem to've gotten wet somehow," she mused, and she pushed the panties down her legs, and off.

"You're sure you realize you deserve a spanking?" Fiona said, pressing her foot to the side of Paula's full ass.

Paula nodded, and Fiona pushed up with her heel, rolling the girl onto her stomach. She knelt down beside her hips, and she slid one leg under Paula's stomach and cant, her thigh pushing up between the girl's as she lifted her other knee, holding the girl's hip between her thighs and against her mound.

"You hold her arms, in case she changes her mind," Fiona said, and Margerie looked at her and Krisi for a moment, and then smiled.

Sitting down in front of Paula's head, Margerie slid her legs along the girl's side as she lifted her arms over her thighs. She scooted forward, holding Paula's upper arms against her hips, and Paula's face was against her loins. She and Fiona nodded to Krisi, their eyes lidded from the pressure against their parted cant lips, and Krisi knelt across from Fiona. She pressed one hand to the dimpled small of Paula's back, and brought the flat of her other hand down against the wide ass cheeks. Paula gasped against Margerie's dark nest, her hip shifting against Fiona's low-set nest. Krisi's hand came down again, and the cheeks quivered under the slap. Paula twisted, her tits rubbing against the grass. Krisi's hand rose and fell, the rise of her exposed tit quivering. Margerie licked her lips, her hands tightening around Paula's arms, her hips thrusting as she shoved her opened slit against the girl's gasping mouth. Krisi spanked one full cheek and then the other. Fiona's eyes closed, her tensed thigh shoving against Paula's damp furrow, her cleave twisting against the girl's bucking hip. Krisi's hand moved down the cleavage that widened toward the base of Paula's ass. Her eyes glazed with her already heightened arousal, she caught the fragrance of the other three girls, hearing their murmurings of pleasure, and she swallowed hard, her arm feeling weighted.

Krisi' sat back, gulping air as she watched the other three move together, Paula's and Fiona's boxes spasming against thigh and hip as Paula groaned into Margerie's quaking splay. The three went limp, Fiona and Margerie dropping onto their backs, Paula's cheek resting against Margerie's plump pubes.

"Through with playing the creep?" Krisi asked tightly.

"Yeah," Paula nodded against Margerie's mound. "It -- it was just that at home I always got ignored, and when I tried to get them to like me they'd shoot me down, and finally they sent me here. I guess I was just afraid to try and make friends again."

"Okay," Krisi said after looking at Fiona and Margerie, "It may take a while before the other girls trust you, but they'll come around if you're being straight."

"I am," Paula assured her, and she pushed up onto her side, seeing Krisi's expression of extended arousal. "And I'll do anything to make you believe me," she said, her eyes holding with Krisi's.

"Anything?" Krisi asked with risqué drama, and she and Paula smiled.

"Anything you want me to," Paula nodded.

"Well, you could lick my --" she began, looking off thoughtfully, and she broke off, looking back to Paula. "Don't look around, but we're being watched," she whispered.

"By who?" Fiona asked, surprised.

"By a boy," Krisi smiled, and the other three blinked with amazement, and smiles blossomed on their faces. "Let's all get up casually, get our things together, and make like we're going back. Okay?" she asked, and they nodded.

Len had come when Krisi had spanked Paula, and his tool was now hard again. His head too clouded to consider why they were adjourning to the school, he pushed his rod back into his pants as they gathered their things, and he zipped his jeans. Talking casually, the girls started back, and he realized that they would be passing very close to him by taking the route they were, and he ducked down low behind the bush.

"Behind the bush ahead on the right," Krisi whispered, she and the other girls careful not to look toward where Len hid, and they moved alongside the bush. "Now!" she cried out, and the girls dropped their things, running at the bush.

Stunned, he stared with widened eyes as the four girls ran toward him, yelling, their hands reaching out. That Krisi's torn tank top and Paula's shredded blouse were the only clothing among the four was forgotten as they came at him. Not knowing what they might do, having caught him not only watching them naked but also making love, he bolted.

The girls were right behind him, legs flashing, cunt lips shifting together, and tits quivering. Then their hands were at his arms and back, and he was falling. He landed on his stomach, the naked girls landing atop him, knocking the wind out of him.

"Well, we've caught the peeping tom," Fiona gasped.

"What should we do to him?" Margerie asked, and Len blinked, unable to see their faces. "You like looking?" she asked as they rolled him onto his back, Margerie straddling him, Paula and Fiona holding his arms, and Krisi weighting down his legs. "Well," she smiled menacingly as the boy stared up at and around at their naked bodies with awed amazement and a trace of fear, "so do we."

His mouth opened in disbelief as Margerie shoved his sweater up from his stomach while Krisi opened his pants. Fiona and Paula pulled the sweater up over his head, and paused, leaving it covering his face as Margerie turned around atop him to help Krisi pull and push, his pants off.

"Ah-hah!" Krisi exclaimed as his rigid length thrust up into the air, "a concealed weapon."

"Well, who gets it?" Fiona asked as she and Paula removed his sweater, and he looked from Margerie's lush ass to their tits. "I mean, you don't get a show like that without paying for it, buster."

"Krisi, she -- The rest of us got off," Paula suggested, "and he's got a mouth and hands."

The girls looked at one another, and nodded as they grinned. Having been fearful of being hurt or reported, Len stared in wonderment as he realized what they intended, and he too smiled, his prod throbbing. Margerie stood up and turned around, her feet at his sides, and he moved his eyes down from her beautiful face to her wide spaced, sloping tits, down her firm stomach to the narrow V of her muff, and down from her long, shapely legs to Krisi, seeing her kneeling between his thighs.

He looked into Krisi's golden brown eyes, and at the furl of her upper lip over the pout of the lower, at the one bared tit, at the tiny, vertically notched roundness of her navel, and at the exotic plumage of her pubic hair. Smiling drunkenly, he watched her caress his tool, and his eyes closed as he groaned with pleasure. Krisi moved forward, and she knelt astride his hips. Holding his shaft, she directed his knob to her slit, and she began to ease down, taking his thick hardness up into her already tremoring canny. He inhaled sharply, and she murmured.

Fiona and Paula moved out to his sides, stretching his arms out, and they knelt with their thighs apart. Krisi taking him up into the broiling tightness of her underbelly, he trembled against her, his hands opening and closing right before the other two girls' parted furrows. Margerie stepped over him, and motioned for Fiona to take her place since she had just been eaten by Paula. Krisi sat down atop his hips, and his eyes opened wide, gradually coming into focus. Confused amidst his excitement, he realized that the girls had changed places, and he looked at Margerie and Paula as they pressed his hands to their mounds, his fingers curled down against the succulent heat.

Fiona stepped over his shoulders, and went to her knees, her calves sliding back under his arms as he looked up at her crest of hair, and at the damp lips below it. Rising onto their knees, Margerie and Paula shifted back, and his hands lifted with them, turning so that he could slide his thumbs up into their nooks as his fingers spread against their abdomens, his palms pressing in against the tops of their slits, their cuts between them and his thumbs. Fiona eased down, and he lifted his head to lick her.

Krisi leaned forward, her hands opening and closing against his stomach as her hips thrust, her box spasming around his jabbing rod. Paula and Margerie leaned forward, embracing one another, and Fiona smiled up at, their faces as they kissed deeply. She leaned forward, murmuring as his tongue moved within her cleave, and she caressed the other, girls' fannies, her lips moving over the sides of the tits closest to her. They slid their fingers through her hair as they kissed, her tongue sliding between their nipples, their cuts throbbing between his thumbs and palms. Krisi raised up, her breath catching, and he moaned into Fiona as Krisi's carnal convulsions sent surges of volcanic heat through him.

Krisi slipped to the ground, and the night air cooled the nectar coating his reddened staff. Paula mounted him, Fiona and Margerie kissing as they caressed, his tongue thrusting within Fiona as Paula's tight sheath encased him
He cried out into Fiona's snatch when his come hosed up into Paula's underbelly, and Fiona came. Time blurred for him as his spunk gushed into their depths, their tastes blending in his mouth Eventually, the four of them lay sprawled together in the moonlit clearing, languidly caressing one another.

"You'll have to come and visit again," Fiona smiled, "or visit and come again."

"Ah, why be greedy?" Paula said, and the girls looked at one another, and smiled a. their eyes turned to Len.

Dressed, the girls entered the school, careful not to be seen, and they showered and changed clothes in Krisi's and Margerie' room. Krisi went out, locating Lori in one of the rec rooms, and Fiona called her out a few minutes later.

Lori's mouth opened with surprise as the girls stepped aside to reveal Len, his erect tool exposed. Smiling with delight, she slid her hand along his shaft, and Fiona whispered to her as the others undressed him. She nodded and Paula entered the rec room.

"Uh, I know what a jerk I've been," Paul said as the girls looked at her. "And I'd like to give you a little -- no, a big something to make up for my behavior," she said contritely, and the girls looked at her suspiciously, their expressions changing as she stepped back and moved the naked Len into the rec room.

He looked at the girls with a nervous smile as they slowly stood up, their eyes moving over his lithe body, and centering in on his stiff prick. They moved toward him, and he and Paula grinned at one another as the girl began to caress him, and to remove their clothes.

Wayne held Ella's lush hips as she sat back, the pink bud of her anus opening around his knob Her eyes closed, her face lifted as he bobbed within her, gradually moving up into the blowing heat of her ass. His shoulder muscle bunched as the hot tightness of her rum clutched him, and then her rich ass cheeks were pressed against his hips, her back against his chest. She leaned to the side, turning her head, and they kissed, one of his hands at her large breasts, his other hand at her cunny, his fingers stroking her lips.

"It's nice to know there are teachers who have something to teach you," Lori said, and Wayne and Ella looked around, amazed to see her, Fiona, Paula, Krisi and Margerie.

"Lori still gets you first -- of the student body," Fiona smiled, she and the others having undressed after slipping silently into the room, and they moved around to encircle the couple.

"And a very lovely body it is," Wayne said tightly as he continued to move within the tightening and loosenings of Ella's rectum.

"But until he's ready ..." Paula smiled at Ella, and the woman smiled warmly, pleased at the obvious change in her.

Margerie and Fiona moved onto the bed and began to caress Ella's tits as they each licked and sucked a nipple. Lori sat down against her heels and began to lick end caress Wayne's balls and root. Straddling Lori, Krisi caressed Ella's hips as she kissed and tongued her cleave.

Ella rocked atop Wayne as Krisi tongued her slit, Fiona and Margerie kissing her breasts, and she licked at Paula's clit, her ass bouncing atop the hard spire of his tool. He thrust his tongue high into the girl's box, his balls swollen with come, Lori's tongue licking them as she stroked his root, and his prick's throbbing grew deeper and deeper as it moved within the pullings of Ella's ass, his mind spinning with ecstasy.

Coming, his body shook, his jism blasting free, and, in the midst of the rapturous seizures blurring his mind, he thought that this gave meaning to the term "summer session."

"Now, it's time to ball me," he heard Lori say, and he grinned, hearing the other girls call out for their turns.



The End
