Chapter 3
Wednesday had come and Donna had returned for her three day layover, Felice picking her up at the airport. Felice stood before the houseboat of a couple Donna sometimes stayed with; both were at work for the day. While Donna put her bags inside, Felice looked out over the calm surface of the water to the azure sky and then around the isolated cove the houseboat was moored in. The ground sloped up from the water's edge, saplings and maple trees concealing them from above.
Donna came out a few moments later, a flight bag in hand and her smile faded as she looked around in confusion for Felice. Spotting her in a small clearing forty feet up the slope, Donna followed, sunlight dappling her as the shadows of leaves flowed over her. Felice watched her stop at the other side of the clearing and they stood staring into one another's eyes for long moments. The air was still, the drone of an outboard motor drifting from the other end of the lake. Their breathing deepened, memories of their flight together returning for a moment.
Felice watched Donna put the flight bag down atop the smooth stump of a freshly felled tree at her side and saw her lean over to unzip it. A smile of girlish excitement was on the woman's face, the natural flare of her nostrils accented, her full, wide lips parted. She wore her day uniform with its knee-high, tan suede boots and reddish-orange jumpsuit, sleeveless with a short culottes bottom that now rode up in the back to reveal the bottoms of her full ass cheeks, the high heels of the boots combining with her posture to accent the shapeliness of her long legs.
Straightening, Donna turned, brushing the soft waves of her hair back from the sculpted flow of her graceful neck, her violet eyes gleaming as she held out a two-way dildo, her long fingers holding it by elastic straps. The corners of her mouth curling with hesitant glee, she touched the tip of her tongue to the curve of her upper lip, waiting for Felice's response.
"I-picked it up when we stopped over in Denmark," Donna explained softly.
Felice was not dressed as she had been on the plane, in elegantly soft and clinging fabrics, with a skirt and pearls. Instead, she wore a pair of low-cut, black leather pants, the legs tight to mid-calf, silver conches along the outer seams, the crotch laced over a wide tongue of the tooled leather. The pointed toes of matching boots extended from below the wide bottoms of the legs. Above, she wore a fitted blouse of black velvet, collarless, wide-sleeved and fastened only by a silver pin just between her breasts, the light tan of her belly and the center of her chest visible between the dark sheen of the velvet. A neckband of white lace seemed almost incongruous at first glance, but added both a contrast to the black leather and velvet and a suggestion of vulnerability to the aggressive appearance she otherwise presented.
"Take off your uniform," Felice said in a husky whisper, a thoughtful smile playing her lips.
Donna nodded and she set the dildo down, her long fingers lifting to the uniform's collar, catching the circle of metal and she slowly drew it down, opening the zipper. The soft-knit fabric expanded from her high cleavage as did the curved bases of her wide breasts and the contoured belly and deep navel. Her slender arms lifted and the cloth came free of the rounded points of her shoulders, dropping along her bare arms, away from the pinkish-tan of her erect nipples, her slender waist and caught upon her high, full hips. Her tapered fingers touched the uniform and it dropped down to ring her feet, curved over the brushed suede boots which were now all that she wore. She continued to stare at Felice who was moving her eyes over her nakedness, waiting for the girl's next instruction.
"Come and put it on me-in me," Felice whispered, the golden-brown of her eyes widening, the light haloing the short-cropped gold of her hair.
Donna nodded, picking up the double-headed dildo and walked toward the girl, her. booted legs moving with a delaying slowness, her fanny rolling easily atop her long legs. Standing before Felice, she held the dildo out in the cup of her joined hands, her elbows to her sides, the high heels arching her body slightly forward. Felice drifted her fingertips over the thick, almost fleshlike rubber of the doubly long dildo, veins sculpted into the shaft. She lowered her face to Donna's cupped hands as if to sip water and her long tongue slid out to move along the shaft, curling almost fully around it and she gently kissed the bulbs of the fat knobs. Straightening, she curved her fingers around the trunk, squeezing softly and lifted it from Donna's hands. Looking into the light orchid of the woman's eyes, she nodded toward the ground and Donna sank to her knees, her hands lifting to the lacings of the leather pants, unfastening the bow and tugging the strip of leather free of the eyelets. She slid the lacing free, the pants opening from the insides of Felice's hips, the wide tongue of the crotch piece held in place. Felice lifted one hand to her throat, brushing the intricate lace of her neckband. Donna's eyes raised to watch this and then she slid the strip of black leather around her neck, tying it in front, ten inches dropping down between her lush breasts. She reached back out and caught the top of the crotch piece between her fingertips and eased it out and down away from the burnished gold fur of Felice's underbelly. Donna's breathing deepened as she stared at the half-masked dampness of the girl's slit.
Holding the dildo by the center of the shaft, Felice held it down toward Donna as she raised her face and the woman opened her mouth as the bulbous head touched her lips. Her eyes closed and she sucked tightly at the thick, pseudo cock, her tongue feeling the vein work. Felice eased it back and forth, the woman's hands reaching up as if to caress balls beneath the shaft and she slid it free, the flesh colored prod now gleaming wetly as Donna looked up through blurred eyes. Felice held the dildo in place and Donna's hands took it from hers, turning the lubricated end toward Felice's bared cunny. Felice reached down into her opened pants and unsnapped the crotch piece from within, the snaps hidden, her muff now framed by the U of the black leather.
Donna pressed the fat cap of the dildo into the golden fur, between the wet lips and into Felice's cunt, slowly working the long shaft up into her channel. Felice's hands touched at the top of her head which was pressed back as the thick shaft moved higher within her, filling her with a pulsing heat. Donna continued to slide the shaft up, past the halfway point until it would go no further. Her body curved forward from her ass cheeks' backward thrust, Felice rocked her hips slowly from side to side, squeezing her vaginal muscles tight around the filling bulk, her eyelids lowering at the warm sensations that flowed through her. Donna took the elastic straps in her hands, binding the dildo to Felice's hips with caressing touches and she opened her mouth around the head of the phallus again.
Felice looked down at the circle of Donna's full lips nuzzling the top of the veined shaft, the uptilt of the upper lip accented, her cheeks drawing in tightly as she sucked at the thick vector as if it were a true cock-Felice's cock. The suckling shifted the rod high within the girl and she murmured in pleasured response to Donna's bobbing mouthing, her hips thrusting lightly, moving the prod in and out of the woman's mouth. Donna's hands gripped Felice's leather garbed hips after securing the waistband. Her breathing deepening, she lifted up a bit from one knee, one arm going around Felice's to slide her hand down under the black leather pants and she felt the silky lushness of Felice's ass cheeks. Donna curved the joined fingertips of her other hand down beneath the shaft, between the damp gold of Felice's pelt and the leather, grasping the lower strap. Felice groaned as the woman's long fingers slid under the base of her pulsing slit and met the other hand which pressed between the ripe pillows of her fanny to catch the elastic and draw it up. Fastening it to the back of the waistband, she pulled the strap taut between the underneath of her cloven mound and between her nether cheeks. Her mouth pulling harder up and down the phallus, Donna removed her hand from the back of the pants, squeezing one deeply cleaved asscheek, her other hand remaining in the pants so that she could rub her fingers up into Felice's wet hive, brushing against the pistoning shaft.
Felice touched her hands to the soft waves of Donna's light brown hair. The dildo fired the shouldering heat within her body? her blood pounding in her ears, her heart beating faster, her breasts straining against the velvet blouse as her breathing became ragged. A bird trilled amid the tree tops. She dampened her lips, the prod churning within her cunny. The sound of the distant motorboat echoed within the cove. Her fingers tightened in Donna's hair, garbing themselves in the lustrous waves.
Donna drew her fingers out from the leather pants, the tips against the underside of the shaft. She pulled her mouth back toward the bulbous head and curled her gleaming fingers around the rod, rubbing Felice's rich juices into the saliva moistened, fleshlike rubber. Their eyes lidded, they looked at one another with torrid arousal and Donna moved her mouth back toward the gleaming gold of Felice's high muff, suddenly closing around much of the shaft to suck Felice's heady nectar from it, her head shifting from side to side, moving the other end of the two-headed dildo within the broiling throbbings of Felice's underbelly. She cupped her hands to either side of the pistoning column, pressing the plump portals around the prod, the flaxen threadings soft against her palms. She rubbed her full breasts against Felice's thighs, the sleek leather caressing the pinkish-tan nubs of her nipples, her own cunny drenched with desire. Felice's flesh burned feverishly as she moved her hips, her nook clenching around the thick length. Donna's fingers pressed her clit down against the top of the trunk. She gave a gasping groan, her head going back, her eyes squinting against the bright sunlight that seemed to burn through her closed lids. She cried out, the sound coming from her tightened diaphmgm, her loins heaving against Donna as she came, vertigo staggering her. She clutched the woman's shoulders for support, Donna's hands shifting to balance her as she climaxed.
The sound of Felice's stuttering gasps was loud in the stillness of the woods. Gradually her head began to clear and Felice swallowed hard, her eyelids parting to see the lake spangled with sunlight. Dampening her lips, she looked down at the violet eyes smiling up at her, the rubber showing teeth marks from where Donna had bitten with full force, chewed with abandon, the woman having used the dildo for all its oral advantages. Smoothing Donna's hair back gently, Felice smiled down at her as she steadied herself.
Felice reached down and raised the ten-inch length of leather from where it was tied at the front of Donna's throat. Pulling the strip tight by raising her hand, Felice watched the head of the dildo press Donna's lower lip down as she rose up, baring the sleek pinkness and her pearly teeth. Standing before Felice, Donna felt the knob against the juncture of her thighs as if seeking to lift up into her russet bush and into her juicy nest. They stood staring into one another's eyes for long moments, Donna wearing only her high heel, suede boots, Felice dressed except for the crotch panel removed from her pants, the sunlight gleaming from the wet phallus stabbing out from her golden pelt. Donna stood with her hands at her sides and Felice drifted her free hand over the widening slopes of her firm breasts, brushing the erect nipples. Smiling to herself, she looked up and turned, her hand on her shoulder, the leather strip leading Donna along behind her, the collar of the leather dark against her tanned flesh.
Felice stopped before a tall pine and looked up into its boughs. Turning, she untied the strip from Donna's neck and bound it around one wrist:, then started to-move around to the other side of the tree.
"First, Felice ... " Donna began hesitantly and Felice stopped, looking back at her. "Can I turn it around?" she asked, nodding toward the dildo. "I-I want your come on it when ... when you fuck me," she said with a shy smile, her voice softening.
Felice nodded, smiling warmly and Donna reached around to unfasten the waistband. Stretching the elastic of the crotch strap, she eased the two-way phallus out from the succulent pink of Felice's slit, her hands clenched around the hard rubber, the heel of one against the top of the other. They both watched the bell-shaped head press into Donna's cunt as more and more of the wet length came from Felice's mound and Felice smiled, thinking of Chino, only to suddenly close her eyes as the crotch strap pulled tighter between her buttocks and the base of her mound. Tilting the prod down from her muff, Donna slid the other head along the top of Felice's nook and out of her, swinging the end she had sucked into the girl's cunt. Gingerly touching her fingertips to the bared head so as not to remove any more of Felice's secretions than necessary, her other hand aligned the opposite phallus with the girl's socket. Felice shivered with a flashing orgasm as the rod slid up her, the elastic relaxing. She looked down at the end now jutting from her furrow, the thick column gleaming with her spendings. Taking a deep breath, she stepped back around the pine and Donna embraced the heavy trunk of the tree, her wrists meeting. Felice tied the leather, binding the woman's wrists together and took a step back, seeing only Donna's forearms, hands and feet. She moved back around behind Donna, staring at the supple contours of her back, at the backward thrust of her lush ass cheeks which flowed down and out from the small of her back and arched up from her shapely legs which the tan suede boots accented. Without thought, Felice flexed her cunny around the prod filling it.
Embracing the tree, Donna felt the bark against her tits, belly and thighs. Her cheek against the tree, she could not see Felice and anticipation began to quicken her pulse. She could hear leaves crackle under the gaucho heels of Felice's hand-tooled boots and could see, in her mind's eye, the lubricated cock standing out stiffly from Felice's loins. Then she felt Felice's hands spread against her shoulders, slowly tightening as they moved to her upper arms and the head of the prod nuzzled between her thighs, stroking the bottom of her fanny. She pressed her breasts against the tree, chafing her burning nipples against its texture. She felt Felice's feline mouth brush the nape of her neck and the girl's now naked tits drifting their round nipples against her. She sipped air through clenched teeth, the soles of her boots digging into the ground, her hands gripping the other side of the tree. The knob opened her cunny, sliding up into the quivering heat of her nook, leather and Felice's satiny flesh pressing against her twisting fanny, the rounded domes of her tits rubbing against her back. Felice's hands gripped the sides of the tree, her lips moving over Donna's shoulder and back as she turned the dildo in the roil of Donna's cunt, rubbing against the woman's fanny, twisting her tits against her warm flesh, the other end of the dildo whirling and thrusting within her recesses.
Donna's body stayed in place against the tree as she hugged it harder, but it undulated as Felice's thrustings quickened the fiery pulse of her cunny. She whimpered with joy as orgasms began to blossom like crimson roses, blurring her hearing, her thoughts swimming. She bucked her ass back against Felice, sliding along the big shaft. Felice's moans joined Donna's, her biting mouth widening over Donna's nape, her body shivering as her cunt spasmed with mounting orgasms. They both gripped the pine for support, Donna between Felice and the tall tree, between the girl's lushness and the tree's firmness, the prick Donna had sucked and bitten moving within Felice's quaking nook, the prick coated with Felice's juices flailing within Donna's raging fissure. Donna's nostrils seemed to fill with the scent of the pines, her perceptions shifting like quicksilver. Amid the carnal turmoil, the thought occurred to her that it was no longer Felice propelling the prod within her, but that the tree had sprouted a branch that was expanding and growing within the clutchings of her snatch, that she was fucking with the tree. As soon as the thought had formed, it was swept on in the maelstrom of her linking orgasms, but she twisted her loins against the tree, gripping its trunk all the tighter. She cried out, her body shaking with the convulsions of her underbelly, her ears ringing. Felice gasped hoarsely as Donna's climax spun and thrust the shaft that she clutched within her cunny and their muscles twitched with tension as they came, their bodies moving with the release of their arousal, with their culmination as their recesses suddenly ceased to contract, seeming then to expand forever until there was no tightness, no tension, nor even form, but only a vaporous drifting within bliss.
They both slid down to their knees, Felice's head upon Donna's shoulder as they slowly became aware of the sound of the birds, of the woods and of their own bodies. Felice's fingers untied the leather, freeing Donna's wrists and they lay back upon the ground, feeling no incentive toward action. Finally, after they had regained their senses, Donna sat up upon Felice's hips and leaned forward, her straightened arm reaching out for her to slide her hand down Felice's leg, stroking the black leather.
"Can you get another of these?" Felice asked, reaching up to languidly stroke the golden tan of Donna's back.
"Oh, I bought this for you, darling," Donna smiled back over her shoulder as she straightened up and she turned upon the pivot of the prod buried within her drenched hook to face toward the smiling girl. "My, but what a big dong y'got, girl," she grinned as she pushed up off her knees, raising up along the phallus that now glistened with a mix of their rich juices. Felice chuckled, looking down along the torso to see the prick jutting up from her pubic hair, seeing the gleaming envelope of Donna's open slit depart it to be replaced with her lush ass cheeks as the woman arched forward, reaching behind her to draw the full cushions apart. Slowly, Donna lowered herself back down, relaxing her sphincter muscles as the well lubricated head of the dildo pressed into the aperture of her anus. As it expanded, the shaft gradually disappeared as her fanny descended.
"Me too," Felice whispered, Donna's movements shifting the other end of the dildo within her now hypersensitive cleave, her eyes on Donna's expression of receptiveness to the sensations she was feeling.
Donna nodded with a smile and tightened her ass around the long rod as she pulled back from Felice, stretching the elastic straps as Felice unsnapped the pants, pushing them down from her hips to bare her fanny as the dildo came loose of her cunt. Donna guided the head down beneath the drenched gold of the girl's muff and between the pert nether cheeks. Felice unfastened the waistband, Donna pushing the pants down her legs and they stretched out on their backs, their heads in opposite directions, their asses coming together as the dildo expanded Felice's rectum, her bowels tremoring with heat, their knees raised. The dildo was almost concealed as their bodies began to move back and forth against one another, their ass cheeks flattening together as they shifted the two-headed prod within their backsides. Sunlight dappled their beautiful bodies and their smiling faces, their eyes closed to the unhurried pleasures, their movements like the lappings of the calm lake upon its banks.
Miles away, Lauri was stretched out upon her back, but in the privacy of her backyard with its stone fence and several acres and the neighbors on either side away at work. Wearing a knit bikini, she restlessly changed stations on the portable FM at her side and tried to pay attention to the music, to relax, but she shifted around uncomfortably after a few moments. She glanced at the houses to either side of her as if to reassure herself that nobody was around and she reached down to unsnap the maroon bottoms at the hips, flipping the front panel down between her legs and away from the flame. Raising up onto one elbow, she removed the top and stretched back out, reaching out to open a jar of cold cream. Despite the fact that she had only been sunbathing for a few days, her skin was no longer an alabaster, but a warm, ginger tan, the areas the bikini had covered a shade lighter. Stretched out, her body seemed sculpted from sand, the impression of gauzed softness retained when looking at her. The pointed tips of her tear-drop breasts stood up proudly as she covered the near invisible flush of her aureoles and the upturned spikes of her rosy-pink nipples with the cold cream, protecting them from drying and darkening. Her full breasts sloped lushly to the sides as she lay back again, putting the jar aside. She fidgeted after a few moments, again changing the radio station and frowned with irritation over the sense of nervous uneasiness that had been with her for several days. She scissored her long legs, the sun glinting from a fine, white down upon her firm thighs and then drew her heels up toward the bottoms of her ripe ass cheeks, the sunlight glowing upon a light haze of pale down that collared the pink bud of her anus with snowy fur. Her hand absently brushed the top of her copper muff, her upper arm pressing her breast up high upon her chest. She frowned again and her hand tightened into a fist that she stuck against the ground beside her hip. Again and again, she had found herself recalling Felice at the airport, kissing Donna, caressing the woman, speaking to her, looking at her.
"Shit!" Lauri said through clenched teeth, angered with herself for not just forgetting the girl whose actions she had found so offensive. Her eyes closed and her features tightened as she determined to concentrate on the music and to forget having ever seen Felice.
Waking, Felice opened her eyes to see a woman standing before her, looking down at the naked sprawl of her body upon the bed. The tapered oval of the woman's Afro provided a jet-black crescent that framed her face. Beneath a high, rounded forehead and arched eyebrows, ebony eyes glowed liquidly, staring intensely at Felice. Curved slightly to the outsides, the large eyes had a catlike suggestion to them, the lashes thick, the lids sheathlike around the orbs. The bridge of the woman's nose was slender, the tip curving down beneath the flared nostrils to accent the widening cleft of the upcurved upper lip, ivory teeth showing between it and the petulant ripeness of the lower lip. Gold, crescent earrings hung from the lobes of her ears which were set back behind the broad, rounded cheekbones from below which her jaws curved down and in to her firm chin. It was a sensual, beautiful face that mysteriously suggested a wide range of emotions, the midnight pools of her eyes swimming with thoughts and reactions.
Four loops of tiny gold links hung from around her long, proud neck, bright against the dusky cocoa of her flesh, each loop lower than the last so that they reached to the cleft her voluptuous breasts, her prominent cleavage showing at the base of the rounded neckline of her Dashiki-cut blouse which was worn with a tailored suit of shantung silk, the chamois-beige of the skirt accenting her shapely legs.
"Donna left this note for you," the woman said, her voice warm, the words flowing and Felice sat up to take the offered piece of paper which read: Emergency call to work. Would've woken you, but you look too lovely and Enid and Bob not due for several hours. Phoned for cab. Hope you had good nap. See you soon. Love, Donna.
"You're Enid," Felice said, looking up from the note.
"Yeah," she nodded. "Guess you were tireder than she thought."
"Um," Felice nodded back and followed Enid's eyes to where her leather pants lay with the dildo. "Well, I'd better split," Felice said, dropping her feet to the floor.
"I've known Donna for a long time," Enid mused, hanging up her jacket. "Always a surprise around the corner, I guess," she shrugged, the jacquard of her blouse patterned with dazzling oranges, golds and purples. "Oh well ... " she said almost to herself as she removed her pale shell-pink heels and she moved into the living room, Felice watching her go to the kitchen area where she opened the refrigerator.
"Uh, listen," Felice began, walking to the doorway, "I'm sorry if ... " and she trailed off, uncertain as to what she should say.
"No need," Enid said with a wave of her hand and she glanced around the inside of the refrigerator for a moment, closing it without taking anything out. "I was just feeling curious, I guess," she admitted, turning toward Felice and she stared with a trace of surprise at the girl's naked beauty. The sight of her asleep on the bed and seeing the note now took on a different aspect. "How old are you, anyway?"
"Sixteen," Felice said with a trace of a smile, noting the small waist the tapered blouse suggested. "Why?"
"Oh, I ... " Enid frowned and sat down at the dining table with her side to it. "I guess my feelings are hurt," she shrugged and rested her elbow on the tabletop as she drew the back of her pink thumbnail down her temple, the widening sleeve dropping down from her forearm to reveal a high, spiral bracelet.
"That we made love here?" Felice asked, stepping forward from the doorway, the fluid grace of her petite body reminding Enid of a ballerina, the girl's weight shifting subtly upon the flow of her feet, the legs long and shapely above the trim ankles.
"No," Enid muttered, crossing her legs and looked down at the table, the skirt riding up several inches above her knees. "No, I mean hurt that Donna ... that she never gave any indication she was ... that she didn't trust me," and she looked up at the lidded, golden-brown eyes that looked at her without guile, the light haloing Felice's short, golden hair. Felice said nothing, apparently knowing that she had not said all that she thought. Enid exhaled slowly, glancing at the pliant length of the stomach before her. "That she didn't find me-that she didn't come on to me," Enid admitted.
"I'm her first woman lover," Felice said, her fingertips touching reassuringly at Enid's shoulder. "And I'm sure she finds you as fantastically arousing as I do," she said and Enid's ebony eyes lifted to hers with a trace of surprise. "Now that Donna's tried it, I'd be surprised if she doesn't come on to you the first chance she gets."
"That's nice of you to say," Enid said softly and then laughed with a shake of her head. "Weird number, thanking you for telling me I open your nose."
"Have you ever wanted to come on to Donna?"
"I-" and Enid started to look away, stopping herself, the girl's straight forward manner and the openness of her eyes allowing her not to. "Yeah," she nodded. "See what you mean about not getting hurt feelings. So-so do you," she said abruptly, her words enunciated to allow her to speak directly, "-turn me on."
"Then let's make a date," Felice smiled.
"My-Bob's out for the evening, playing cards," Enid said and found herself smiling too and she lowered her eyes to the wide-set globes standing proudly from Felice's chest, the pink pearls of her nipples erect.
Enid touched her fingers tentatively to one of the satiny domes and they both stared for a moment at the contrast of their flesh, dark cocoa against creamy gold. Enid's long fingers curved, drifting over the soft warmth of Felice's breast and she looked up to see the girl's rosy-pink lips part, her mouth taking on a carnal suggestion, the tip of her tongue touching to break the seal of the corner of her mouth, russet against damask. Enid's touch floated down over the definition of Felice's stomach to the suggestion of a playful pout at its base. Their breathing had deepened, their eyes lidding. Felice moved her palm over the velvet sheen of Enid's hair, pressing lightly down against the cushiony softness and raised her other hand to Enid's shoulder as she slowly lowered herself to one knee before the chair. Enid stared down into her eyes, Felice's hands drifting down to curve the outsides of her thighs. Felice drew her hands down from the nubby texture of the skirt to the smooth firmness of Enid's lower thighs, gently stroking the flesh, her breasts shifting with her movements. She leaned forward and kissed Enid's knee, gradually expanding her mouth over the curvature. Enid swallowed hard as she felt Felice's long tongue flowing over her flesh, the girl's hands moving upward, pressing the skirt higher in passing and Felice cupped one of the woman's full hips, her other hand opening the snap and zipper of the skirt.
Enid reached forward to stroke the blonde hair brushed back from the smooth plane of Felice's forehead, her breath tremorous as she felt Felice's fingers move between the bottom of her Dashiki and the loosened top of her skirt, moving over her hip and the top of her panties. Felice eased her mouth away from Enid's knee, her tongue continuing to lap against her, dusky pink against warm brown and Enid marveled at the length of Felice's pointed tongue.
Enid let her legs open as Felice leaned forward, pressing against her knees and Felice's hands moved up under the blouse, her wrists pushing the cloth upward, Felice's palms caressing the sides of the woman's long, slender torso until she felt her bra. The loosened skirt draped down toward Enid's lap, exposing the top of her pale lavender panties below the tightened curve of her smooth stomach. Enid's navel was a wide furl, deep-set and a shade lighter than her stomach. Felice's hands moved behind her, unclasping the bra and widening over the firmness of her back. Enid moved her hands to the nape of Felice's neck, following the light curve into the girl's slightly wide shoulders as she felt the cups of her bra come away from her swollen breasts, her nipples burning.
Enid murmured, her shoulders pressing back as Felice lowered her lips to circle her navel, the long tongue curling into the cleft as her hands slid back down Enid's sides and out from under the Dashiki, skimming over the skirt and moving back up Enid's thighs, caressing their lush fullness until she reached the bikini panties, her mouth moving over Enid's stomach, her lips and teeth nuzzling the warming flesh as she curled her fingers into the panties. Enid's rich ass lifted from the chair and Felice pulled the transparent nylon below them and down her thighs. Enid felt the girl remove them from her ankles, her breasts and cunny covered though she felt extremely naked with her bra open beneath the loose blouse and her body bare under her loosened skirt. She looked down at Felice as she raised her head and pressed the insides of her calves against the outsides of Felice's high, silky buttocks, her nook opening under the skirt, the air cool against her damp lips.
"Crazy bein' with a teenage ... white ... girl ... " Enid said breathlessly.
"Crazy?" Felice smiled, her mouth curving elfinly and she took Enid's hands in hers as she stood, her body straightening with a fluidity that accented the slender breadth of her torso.
"Cra-zy," Enid grinned, standing and the skirt dropped around her feet, revealing the narrow V of tight coils curving up to a low peak at the top of her full mound.
Enid released Felice's hands and gathered the hem of her blouse, lifting it up from her indented belly, her body arching forward as she drew it over her head. Lowering her arms, she dropped the richly colored garment on the table and let the shoulder straps of the bra drift down her arms, baring the ripe firmness of her large breasts, the wide pegs of her nipples thrusting out from the slight rise of her aureoles. Her breasts and loins were only slightly lighter than the rest of her body, her aureoles a dark mahogany, the tips of her nipples almost a sandalwood. Felice reached up and ran her fingers over the hard peg of one breast, Enid's lips lifting at the corners.
"Let's get comfortable," Enid said in a husky whisper, her hand cupping Felice's waist and they turned toward the thick glass panel in the living room floor that was surrounded by large pillows.
They stood at the edge of the glass, looking down into the dark waters of the lake, their arms around one another's waists and Felice rested her head against Enid's shoulder for a moment before turning into the woman's arms, her face pressing into the prominent cleavage of Enid's breasts, feeling their swollen softness against her cheeks as she slowly kissed their inner bases, Enid's hands moving down the sculpted contour of Felice's back, tracing the defined indentation of her spine as it curved in with her narrow waist to sweep out and down to the triangular cleft of her fanny, following the blossoming of the silky pillows with the widening of the girl's hips. Felice shifted her rump from side to side within the massaging cuppings of Enid's hands, burying her face between the big tits, inhaling deeply of the mix of the woman's scent and perfume, her lips-parted against the dark flesh. Enid hugged the girl closer to her, the gold fur of Felice's abdomen pressing against the jet curls of her muff and she lowered her head, kissing the soft, backswept golden hair atop Felice's head, her fingertips pressing against the juncture of Felice's thighs and buttocks, moving inward toward the heat radiating from Felice's cunny to knead the soft pattes de derriere. Felice shivered with the delicious warmth that fluttered through her body from the contact of Enid's long fingers, her arms moving around to tightly embrace the woman as they sank down into the softness of the heavy pillows.
Enid stretched back, cradling Felice atop her, the girl's lips finding the thick peg of her yearning nipple, circling it with her soft lips. The puckering created the suggestion of a cleft in the upper lip as her tongue snaked forward to wash over the tip and to curl around it teasingly. Felice moved her hands down to Enid's small waist and then up beneath the full globes that were so firm that they seemed swollen with milk, ripe thrustings that she stroked and squeezed, her mouth expanding over them as her tongue bathed them with serpentine lickings. Enid turned from the waist, moving her full lips over Felice's downy temple, one hand cupping the back of the girl's head, the other remaining between the twistings of Felice's ass cheeks. Felice murmured with pleasure, pressing the pulsing mound of her cunny up against Enid's, feeling the tight curlings of her muff against the pink corolla of her slit. She turned her cheek against Enid's breast, her breath rustling between her lips as she raised her mouth toward the glossy lilac of Enid's descending mouth and she felt the prominent lips against hers, ripe in their soft fullness. She slid her tongue between them, the rims of Enid's upper teeth skimming the top of the long blade and the woman's tongue flowed against hers, each moving in languid undulations within the liquid heat of their joined mouths. Enid raised her head, Felice's following and she felt the pliant domes of the girl's breasts rubbing against hers, the round nipples pulling against her flesh. She twisted her pegged nipples up into the velvet softness of the girl's tits, their lips twisting together as their tongues began to move feverishly, lashing and curling, the fluid length of Felice's stretching back deep into her mouth, almost reaching into her throat. Enid pressed her fingers up between Felice's thighs, touching just behind the base of her furrow, the girl's rich syrup drenching it and flowing out to stream over Enid's curling fingers. The inside of her forearm pressed into the deep cleft of Felice's fanny, turning between the widening ovals as she eased her fingertips into the shallow of the girl's hive. Felice moaned into her mouth, twisting her breasts against the big globes of Enid's, her hands moving to caress the woman's voluptuous ass, Enid's mouth blossoming against hers as she sucked at her tongue. Her nook tremored with liquid flashes of pleasure as Enid's fingers spun over her inner lips and she squeezed the large globes of Enid's ass, their mouths parting from the dance of their tongues, their breathing ragged. Gasping, they pressed their cheeks together, rolling upon the pillows until they lay at the edge of the thick glass panel in the floor, the light illuminating a big pike swimming under them, gleaming from its scales.
They planted brief kisses upon one another's faces and in one another's mouths, turning toward their hands. Felice kissed Enid's tightly curved stomach, her hands moving around to cup the fullness of her hips, gliding down over the firm thighs. Enid sucked the pink pearls of the girl's nipples and she drew her tongue down the center of her contoured belly, her hands pulling down Felice's sides. Felice drifted her lips over the cushiony softness of Enid's muff, Enid's tongue flicking over the pale fur of her abdomen and Felice kissed the damp coils above Enid's slit, Enid's mouth following the underslung arch of her cunny, the petulant pad of her lower lip dragging against the strips of bare flesh between her thighs and either side of her pelt. Felice sank her serpentine tongue into the cleft of Enid's mound, tasting the bouquet of her secretions, savoring it upon her palate and she nuzzled her mouth into the carmine envelope, her long tongue licking the heady liquor from the sleek inner flesh, probing deep within the quivering of the moaning woman's burrow. Her hips thrusting forward, Enid sucked the soft hair atop Felice's crevice, sipping the delicious spendings, her nostrils flaring as she inhaled deeply of her musky scent. She moved her tongue down into the gleaming russet embrasure, noticing that her cleave was the same color as her tongue, the tongue that was whirling within her own cunt, sending waves of exquisite heat rolling through her body, her mind swimming as she hungrily pressed her mouth into the trembling bowl of the girl's sex, her hands caressing the insides of Felice's shapely thighs. Felice gurgled happily into the humid quakings of Enid's underbelly, licking voraciously, her face damp with the woman's spend as she pressed her head between Enid's thighs, her hands dipping into the well of her cunny and between her lush buttocks, the woman's big tits twisting against her stomach. Her tongue found the pearly rise of Enid's clit, dabbing lovingly at its burning hardness, beckoning it toward more intense pulsations that quickened the flow of her blood, that sent her mind into a haze of joy and she collared Enid's clit in the circle of her lips, her tongue's point stroking the tip of Enid's apex. They groaned, clutching one another, black and white blending, ebon hair between creamy-gold thighs, golden fur between light cocoa thighs, arms and legs entwined. They rolled atop the houseboat's glass flooring, the panel reflecting their writhing bodies, the water reflecting the light back up under them in flowing patterns, Felice kneading Enid's ass, her tongue moving over the woman's loins, nibbling the insides of her thighs, licking the big globes, probing, suckling, burnishing Enid's clit. Enid's body arched against Felice's as they both twitched with the flarings of orgasms, their recesses pounding with tidal ecstasies, contracting and expanding as they again focused on one another's pearls, their hips bucking and rolling, their slits aflame with their deepening orgasms, their hands and arms holding to one another's legs, the sparkings of pleasure widening, encompassing their entire bodies, sweeping their minds up in the maelstrom of phosphorescent raptures. They cried out into one another's cunts, their breasts pulling and turning against each other's bellies, their flesh burning as their cunnies seemed to explode and implode with vivid sensations of ecstasy that raged throughout them. Enid's cunt began to spasm around Felice's mouth, Felice's clutching and relaxing around Enid's face, their mounting joy suddenly accelerating, pouring over them, blossoming toward fruition, every nerve ending of their nooks absorbing the feelings produced by the other's mouthings. They cried out, their loins spasming with their culmination, incendiary eruptions blasting through them, shaking their joined bodies.
Felice's lips pulled back from her teeth, her eyes closed tightly as a blinding glare seemed to overcome her and she shook within Enid's embrace, her cry of release echoing within the convulsions of Enid's depths, their climaxes searing through them, building higher and higher, deafening them to all but the roar of their blood, their breasts rising and falling with the quickening of their deep breathing. Enid groaned from deep in her throat, her sense of consciousness overpowered by the enrapturing pinnacle of her climax, her body feeling like it was bathed in warm honey. Felice's mouth grew still against her trembling clit, the girl's satiation curling her lips into a smile of contentment. They shook as the tension left their bodies and they went limp atop the glass, their faces rising from between their thighs, their lips curling into smiles as they saw the expression of fulfillment in one another's faces.
"I'm gonna have t'thank Donna," Enid whispered breathlessly.
"Me too," Felice grinned and they turned to face one another, embracing to slowly kiss, their naked bodies vibrant, their eyes glazed and their hands floated over one another's hot flesh, their breasts together, their damp muffs brushing as their kiss deepened, their cunnies still quivering from the magnitude of their climaxes.
"Damn, but you're gorgeous," Felice said after their lips parted, her golden brown eyes staring into the jet pools of Enid's, the kaleidoscope of suggested emotions and thoughts still there, but now suffused with tender warmth, Felice's guileless eyes sparkling with happiness and loving regard.
"Listen, you're the one who's-" Enid began, suddenly stopping with an expression of disbelief.
Frowning with confusion, Felice followed Enid's widened eyes' staring and she blinked with surprise, seeing the form of a naked man beneath the glass, swimming under the houseboat. The darkness half-concealed him, but not the angered confusion on his face and then he was suddenly gone, swimming deeper and to the side.
"Your-your husband?" Felice whispered and Enid slowly nodded, her teeth indenting her lower lip, her eyes tight with apprehension.