Chapter 10
Swimming about playfully, Amy quickly forgot her nudity. Even as they dunked and splashed each other, their bodies brushing and embracing, she was only partially aware of it. More and more, it was Jill's nakedness that she noted and rather than considering that their flesh was uncovered, it was the pleasant warmth of its meeting that filled her mind.
Flushed with exertion, they finally pulled themselves from the water, the lushness of their bodies gleaming brightly. They sat down on their outstretched towels, drying their hair. Her breathing slowing, Jill lifted the bottle of suntan lotion and started to squeeze some into her palm when a smile touched her lips. She turned the bottle and squirted the liquid out onto one of Amy's breasts. Amy started with a little squeal at the sudden coolness, then grinned.
"Don't want them to burn," Jill smiled and reached out to caress the oil into the soft mound of Amy's tit. Their eyes held, their smiles fading as Amy's nipple grew hard against the flow of Jill's trembling hand. Moistening her lips, Jill swallowed, her hand slipping from the gleaming rise of flesh.
"Fairs fair," Amy smiled, trying to escape the uncomfortable mood of seriousness.
"Right," Jill nodded, half forcing a smile and lay back on her towel, handing Amy the bottle.
Their fingers touched as Amy took the bottle, pausing for a moment as their eyes again joined. Jill let go and looked up at the sky. She was on the verge of shaking with anticipation and hope, as virginal for the moment as Amy truly was. Her mouth was dry, her breasts rising and falling, her nipples standing out at their full length, burning for attention.
Amy looked down at her hands as she squeezed the oil into one palm. She wondered why she had said what she had, suggesting this. There was a mixture of desire and fear. There was not all that much to simply applying some suntan lotion to Jill's breast and yet she found she was breathing deeply also and her hands were shaky. Putting the bottle aside, she forced her eyes to Jill's face and relaxed somewhat when she saw that Jill's eyes were closed. She pushed her hand out over Jill and then down, turning the palm to meet the long length of the pink nipple.
Jill inhaled sharply as Amy's palm touched the tip of her nipple, setting it aquiver with heat. Amy swallowed hard, blinking as her hand trembled over the breast. Quickly, she covered the soft globe, moving her hand over it swiftly in an effort to lessen the mind searing effect of the lush firmness. Jill's lips were parted, her forehead tight and a murmur escaped her throat. Amy's hand slowed, trembling and she looked down at Jill's face, her mind spinning. Before she knew what had happened, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to Jill's. Moaning, she slid her tongue out, her hand clutching Jill's tit desperately. She kissed Jill with a fevered intensity, her pent-up desire suddenly surging free. As suddenly, she jerked away, pulling her hand back as she sat up.
"I-I'm sorry," she blurted, fearful of Jill's reaction to her impulsive act.
"Why? I liked it," Jill breathed huskily, looking up through lidded eyes. "Aren't you going to-oil both of them?" she asked, her eyes reassuring Amy.
Uncertain and confused, Amy reached out slowly for Jill's other breast and her fingers touched the hard nipple. She paused a moment for a reaction and Jill smiled with pleasure, making a mewing sound. Amy's trembling fingers began to move over the rise and fall of the lush dome and Jill extended her tongue to curl its tip back in a beckoning motion.
Amy sank forward, their eyes locked and their open mouths joined. With a groan of surrender, Amy thrust her tongue out to let it swim with Jill's, her hand plucking at the long nipples. They embraced tightly, their oiled tits bobbing together, their mouths twisting hungrily together. Amy reached down and cupped Jill's ass cheeks, bringing Jill's cunt against hers. They moaned with pleasure as their burning slits opened, blonde and auburn hair wetly meshing as their inner lips fused.
Their mouths parting, they kissed wildly at each other's faces, gasping with passion. Jill cupped Amy's breasts lovingly, squeezing toward the erect rings of her nipples as she lowered her mouth to suck them in for nibbling kisses. Amy gasped with pleasure, clutching the globes of Jill's fanny, rubbing the long clit against her own burning nub.
"Oh Jill, it's so ... Amy gasped and slid her tongue into Jill's ear, unable to find words.
Amy's breath thundering in her head, Jill widened her mouth, sucking Amy's tit into her mouth, her tongue lashing the saffron nipple. Quivering at the wet suction consuming her breast, Amy twisted her hips faster against Jill, building the friction between their clits. Moaning, Jill bit at Amy's tit, her clit throbbing waves of heat through her entire body. She pulled her head back, Amy's swollen breast popping free as she screamed. Amy revolved Jill's buttocks against one another, grinding their clits ever faster. Jill clutched at her back, whimpering with ecstasy.
Amy smiled drunkenly at Jill's culmination and suddenly found herself losing control, being swept up in the carnal eruptions, biting wildly at Jill's throat. She rolled over, legs thrashing, Jill atop her. Jill looked down, dazed and began to thrust her cunt against Amy's, overjoyed at the lascivious expression on the girl's face, bucking her clit up under Amy's, her mouth kissing the nipples as she squeezed Amy's tits. Amy cried out in a strangled shriek, her body spasming with the apex of her orgasm.
Both swallowing great lungfuls of air, they lay quivering beside the pool. Dazzled, Amy focused her eyes on Jill's smiling face, speechless. Jill laughed with joy and kissed Amy with a languid stroking of her velvet tongue. Making small murmuring sounds of contentment, Amy held Jill to her, kissing her back.
"Now, it's my turn to choose the style," Jill grinned.
Amy frowned with confusion as Jill slid off her, her eyes widening as Jill turned around to bring her face against the damp cleave of her cunny. She stiffened with a sharp intake of breath as Jill's tongue began to bathe the plump cheeks and the moist blonde hair. Before she could consider what her reaction was to this technique, Jill's face began to burrow into the pink spice box of her snatch and all thoughts were wiped from Amy's mind by a blaze of overpowering rapture.
Jill tasted Amy's delicious spendings, licking at the pink furrow, working up toward the erect pearl of the clit. Amy was breathing in shudders, eyebrows raised above closed eyes, trembling lips parted. Jill's mouth enclosed her clit, the soft serpent of the tongue flicking its tip as the lips suckled round its pulsing base.
"Jill, I-it's too much, too much for me to-to-oh, for the love of-the love of, yes, oh yes, love it, love it, I love it," she whimpered, her eyes wet with joy. "Please, yes, faster, then I, we can, I mean-suck it! Suck me, suck me, eat me, eat me alive! I can't but..." she sobbed, her mind and body vibrating faster and faster, her teeth clenching, breath caught in her throat, her hands pulling at her hair. "OH GOD! GOING CRAZY, YOU BEAUTIFUL BITCH!" she screamed, her cunt exploding, fragmenting her mind, consuming her with unimagined intensity, pitching her into a delirium of satiation and renewed desire.
Amy threw the startled Jill onto her back and thrust her face into the sweetmeat of Jill's gash, tonguing deep into the wet pit, smearing her cheeks and nose with the tangy secretions. Jill's eyes were wide with amazement and the effects of the tongue stabbing deep into her cunny. She gasped, unable to co-ordinate herself, her mental and physical equilibrium shattering as Amy's mouth ravaged her depths. She blinked as the light became too much, crying out in short animal groans. With a loving ferocity, Amy clutched the globes of Jill's fanny and without thinking, thrust a finger up into her anus, screwing it high into her rectum.
The finger of one hand pumping in and out of Jill's pert fanny, Amy slid the fingers of the other hand up under her mouth, working her slender hand up into Jill's cunt As Jill moaned deeply, her body arching, Amy closed her mouth round the long clit. Jill began to cry out in garbled words, twisting from the waist her fingers digging into her own tits. Amy sucked her lips into a tight purse around the hot stem of the clit and began to slide up and down it, faster and faster, her tongue buffeting the tip.
The finger flashing in her ass, the hand caressing up into her cunt, the mouth pumping her clit and the pressure of her own hands on her tits all merged and Jill screamed. Her body bucked obscenely, her legs wrapped around Amy's waist her being exploding and imploding again and again till she collapsed, totally spent. She could find no words for what she had experienced, or for anything.
Amy raised herself on her arms, smiling at what she had achieved as she looked at the semi-conscious Jill. She pulled herself up alongside the girl and rested her head on her shoulder, brushing the auburn hair back from her face. Blissfully, she fell asleep with Jill.
His shoulder muscles standing out in relief, Guy clutched the head of the bed, his back snapping back and forth as he pumped his cock in and out of the writhing Clarise's snatch. He tensed, his hips vibrating hard against her and she cried out as his gizzum flooded her gulping cunt He gasped for air and dropped beside her limply.
Minutes later, she kissed his face tenderly and got up to pour them both drinks. Having watched Jill and Amy from the window, they had been caught up in a fever pitch of arousal that had carried them to the bed and to orgasm.
"When Amy broke loose, she really got it on, didn't she?"
"Yeah," he agreed, equally amazed. "Say, where've Bart and Karen disappeared to?" he asked, taking his drink as she returned.
"Hunting," Clarise smiled, stretching out beside him. "At the beach," she added, sipping her drink.
"Spear fishing?"
"Something like that," she laughed. "Actually, they go down there about once a week. Bart wanders around picking out unattached women who appeal to him. Then, he sits back and waits till one of them goes back into the dunes for a private sunbath and at least one always does. Then..."
At that moment, Bart was stretched out atop a dune, watching a black woman in her early twenties spread her blanket on the sand below him. Seeing no one around, she sat down and applied lotion to the supple tautness of her belly and to her long legs. Reaching back, she unsnapped the top of her bikini so that she could oil what she could of her back. Putting the bottle aside, she took a last glance around and stretched out on her belly, her heavy breasts pressing out temptingly from her sides as the top fell against the blanket. She reached back and rolled the already small bottoms lower on her ass, baring the cleavage between the firm globes.
When she had settled down, her eyes closed to the warmth of the sun on her body. Bart began to silently approach her. The jet black helmet of her natural was held by a bright scarf, her face was tranquil. Her wide forehead was unlined, her cheekbones high and rounded, her splayed nostrils flared and her full lips were just parted over the ivory of her teeth. A few feet away, Bart stood appreciating the sexuality of her strong features. Her flesh was a rich mahogany with bronze highlights, her lips the subtle, deep purple of a ripe plum. The slender waist blossomed into full hips and her lush fanny.
"Lady, have you seen anybody lookin' for me?" Bart asked in a child's lost voice, moving toward her.
"What?" she started, jerking around, the top clutched to her breasts in an unsuccessful effort to conceal their firm roundness and the wide aureoles the color of her lips. "No, no I haven't," she said, relieved at seeing only a boy.
"Guess they couldn't find me and went on home," he frowned with discouragement, a deserted child in appearance.
"I'm sorry, lad," she said sympathetically. "How far away do you live?"
"In town," he shrugged, scuffing his foot in the sand.
"Well-I guess I could give you a ride," she offered. "But it'll be a while before I'm ready to split."
"Gee, would you?" he brightened. "Thanks," he smiled, sitting down beside her blanket
"No sweat," she smiled, lying back down.
"There's no lotion on the middle of your back," he observed a few minutes later. "Want me to get it?" he offered.
"Yeah, sure," she smiled, her eyes opening slightly. "I scratch your back and you oil mine, huh?" she laughed as he poured the oil on and he nodded, grinning with her.
Her eyes closed, she smiled softly at the knowing massage of his hands, impressed. One hand left her back, the other continued to work the lotion deep into her satin soft flesh. She was unaware of the other hand removing his trunks to bare his erect tool to the sunlight The hand returned and they spread out over her shoulders and along her sides, his fingertips brushing the ripe bulges of her tits. She resisted a murmur of pleasure, having to remind herself that it was not a knowledgeable man with her but a boy. His hands moved in with her waist and up to the small of her back, his thumbs revolving in the deep dimples above her ass. Her mind began to drift with the undemanding pleasure, his hands spreading over the tops of her buttocks with the same rhythm, moving lower in imperceptible degrees. Suddenly she realized that he was caressing the whole of her fanny as his thumbs pressed in at the top of her thighs, her bottoms having been pushed all the way down.
"Say, listen here, kid," she said, sitting up quickly, forgetting that her top was not fastened.
She blinked, startled to see him naked and even more taken aback by the size of the erect prick jutting from his body. Her nipples hardened into thick pegs.
"You go on and get out of here," she said, flustered.
"You were enjoying it. Just look at your nipples," he smiled.
"Okay, but so what?" she frowned. "You're just a brat lad and I'm a grown woman," she said, trying to shame him.
"Yeah, but I've got a man's cock," he said calmly. "You're not at all curious what a boy with a man's tool would be like? You liked the way I was touching you with just my hands. I'm as capable with this," he offered matter-of-factly, flexing his prick.
She chewed her lower lip, having to admit he was right about her curiosity and arousal. She looked around, knowing how secluded the spot was and then back to his big whang.
"You think because I'm a Black, you can get yourself an easy piece?" she asked suddenly, her eyes on his.
"You're a beautiful woman and I'd have done exactly the same thing if you'd been white or brown or yellow or red," he told her in all honesty. "A woman is a woman, a man a man and I'm not inexperienced."
She nodded, accepting his honesty, considered his cock again and found herself smiling. Nodding, she pushed her bottoms from the high mound of her cunny and off. She lay back on the blanket, her legs spread to open the tight coils of her jet bush, her slit a deep lavender.
Kneeling between her long legs, Bart lowered himself atop her, his lips meeting hers. His tongue flowed into her mouth and a moment later her hands rose to caress his back, their tongues swimming together in tasting strokes. His hands moved up her waist and over her breasts with the same expertise he had shown before, molding the ripe weights and teasing the hard nipples. Their lips separated, their breathing heavy around the spinnings of their tongue tips. She bit lightly at his lips, rocking her hips against his, his cock pressed down along her slit, the base exerting pressure on her clit.
He slowly covered her face with kisses, moving then to her ears and to her throat, his legs stroking hers. Shifting, he lowered his head to the heave of her breasts, suckling and licking her hard nipples. Then, in a single movement, he lifted his hips back and arched forward, sliding his cock up into her humid cunny. She sucked air, clutching him to her as he buried himself in the hot pulsations, rotating in her. She drew her legs up, groaning as he pressed against her burning clit with each quickening revolution.
Clasping her rich hips, he began to press up and down, bobbing the hot pearl. She clutched her vaginal muscles around him in a flexing suction, her teeth grazing his nipples, her hands holding his lean rump. Murmuring, he closed his eyes to savor the kisses of her mouth and her cunt, maintaining a steady rhythm, sliding his hands over the firm softness of her body. She gasped and tremored with a climax and he smiled with pleasure at the expression of joy on her face, quickening his movement a little until she came again, when he again increased his speed.
Perspiration gleaming between her tits, she twisted down against the blanket covered sand, her mind hazing with a long string of climaxes, her flesh hypersensitive to his loving caresses and kisses. She moaned at the unbroken rhythm of his fucking, a rhythm that now was beating fast against her clit, within her broiling cunt. Her mouth opened wide, her breathing strained, the tempo catching her up and suddenly he was pulling back and thrusting.
She cried out her elation, his prick moving faster and faster under her clit, jamming up to fill her, then flashing almost free. She clutched his light weight to her, bucking her hips up against his piston drive and tensed as her orgasm began to shake through her. Bart clutched her tits for support, vertigo spinning his mind as her movements shook his come loose. As she rose up against him, hips up-thrust, he shot off, his mind buzzing as his gizzum gushed up into her snatch. She cried out again and they gripped one another tightly, quivering and gasping. Slowly, they came free of the peak and went limp.
"This is going to sound funny," she laughed, stroking his hair, "but you're the first white dude I ever balled."
"I feel privileged."
"How do you suppose you compare with other white dudes?"
"From what I've been told, I rate pretty high regardless of color," he smiled, not vain about it.
"Damn!" she smiled with wonder, feeling him harden in her.
"What's going on here?" Karen's voice suddenly demanded and they turned to see her viewing them sternly. "What have you done to my nephew?" she asked in a shocked tone.
"I, uh ... the woman muttered, alarmed that she might have gotten herself in serious trouble.
"Oh, she's only angry 'cause she wishes she was in my place," Bart said, unworried.
"His place?" the woman asked, confused.
"Yes, well..." Karen frowned. "But that doesn't change the situation."
"You ever done it with another woman?" Bart asked.
"Huh? No," the woman replied, weighing the threat of legal charges against making love to the dark-haired woman with the beautiful legs. "But then I never balled a White before today either," she smiled, not at all repulsed by Karen. "Guess I'll make a day of it. Take off your bikini and join us," she grinned at Karen.
Moments later, the two women were both naked, kissing as Bart watched. They shifted to eat one another and Bart slid his hard shaft up between the dusky globes of the woman's eager ass. She reached back to caress him happily, her tongue plowing Karen's wet furrow. Karen's fingers stroked his balls, her mouth savoring the woman's burning clit.
Caught between Bart's rampant cock and Karen's feasting mouth, the woman's cunt and ass seemed to be one raging hive of broiling joy. Her hips twitching deliriously, her mouth widened against Karen's pulsing nook, screaming sensations of rapture up through Karen's trembling body. The ass bucked and swung against Bart, churning his prick in her glove-like massaging of his pounding tool. Bart clutched the two women, their bodies writhing together as they climaxed and his gizzum hosed up into the woman's voracious ass. Her face coming free of the woman's weeping twat, Karen gasped for air, letting Bart's spend dribble down into her mouth as the three collapsed, satiated.
" ... and quite often he and Karen make dates for future meetings with the women," Clarise concluded.
"And when I was his age..." Guy muttered, shaking his head.
"We'll have to make up for lost time then," Clarise smiled, her fingers stroking his erect meat. "Ah, look," she said, indicating the mirror as Jill and Amy returned to their room.
The girls tumbled happily onto Jill's bed, laughing and kissing. Jill lifted the elephant and they began to use the vibrating trunk on one another's cunts. Watching, Guy and Clarise began to ball, his cock churning in time with the rhythm the girls used. The speakers turned on, the moans and cries of the girls filled the room, mixing with Guy and Clarise's. It was almost as if he was fucking all three of the women, able to see and hear each. His eyes closing with intense ecstasy, it was as if his cock was pumping within all three at the same time.