Chapter 7
As Jill and Amy swam, Amy forgot about her arousal and confusion, losing herself in the physical exertion and fun. They dove and paddled about, splashing each other and laughed. When they pulled themselves from the water, both were breathing heavily. The damp latex fit like a second skin over Amy's breasts; the dimpled circles of her nipples were etched clearly. Jill glanced at her as the honey blonde pulled herself to her feet. The bottoms were just as tight; the crack of her ass and her slit were defined along with the cheeks of cunt and fanny. Before Amy could notice that she had been looking, Jill pulled herself out, the soft stuff of her own bikini clinging just as tightly.
"You should get some lotion on before you burn," Jill said, bending over to lift a bottle of lotion from beside her towel. The rich pillows of her buttocks were emphasized by the glued-on effect of her wet bottoms.
"Yes," Amy mumbled, startled by the molding of the wet cloth to Jill's opulent body.
"Want some?" Jill asked, holding the bottle out, a pool of the lotion in her other palm.
"Your father and Bart...? " Amy asked nervously as Jill sat down to apply the lotion to her long legs.
"They won't be out," Jill smiled. "Nothing to worry about," she added, rubbing the lotion over the bared tops of her tits. "You can even get an all over tan if you want."
"I-I don't think I could do that. I'd be too-you know," she said shyly, her eyes ducking to suddenly take note of her own bikini. She blushed, seeing her breasts all but naked, her snatch outlined in every detail.
"You don't mind if I do, do you?" Jill asked.
"Huh?" Amy asked, looking up.
"Get an all over tan," Jill smiled.
"Oh, no," Amy answered quickly, realizing her own prudishness and a bit sorry for it. "The way these suits fit-I guess it isn't all that much of a difference."
"No, it isn't," Jill smiled softly, reaching back to unfasten her top. "Eh! It's pulled into a knot. Would you get it?" she asked, turning her back toward Amy.
Amy nervously unfastened the thin strings and the cloth fell away. Jill breathed deeply, letting her luscious breasts expand fully under the sunlight, her long nipples standing out proudly. Amy quickly busied herself with oiling her legs to avert her eyes from Jill.
"Want me to get your back?" Jill asked.
"Okay," Amy nodded and handed the bottle back, turning toward the pool, resting her arms on her raised knees.
Jill began to apply the syrupy lotion to Amy's shoulders, her fingers stroking out from the rotation of her palms. She had to force herself to keep from unfastening the top and taking Amy's delicious tits into her hands, from pulling Amy's body back against hers so that she could turn the girl's head for the kiss she wanted to give her. Instead, she continued to lovingly rub the oil into the soft resilience of Amy's flesh.
"You wanted some iced tea, Miss Jill?" a young, female voice asked and they both turned to see Karen, the maid. She had dark features, as mysterious and passionate as a Gypsy's, short-clipped jet black hair framing a face of symmetrical beauty. One did not note the adolescent cast of her breasts beneath the silk uniform due to her legs. They were long and tapered exquisitely from beneath her short skirt.
"Yes, bring it over here, would you, Karen?" Jill smiled back at the woman, her hands continuing to flex upon Amy's back.
Amy had the feeling that the woman's almond shaped eyes were staring deeply into her. Uneasy, she turned her face back toward the pool as Karen went to one knee beside them, her skirt pulling back as she set the tray down. Her eyes met Jill's for a moment, communicating silently. As Amy's eyes were away from them, Jill reached out, sliding her hand up between the long legs to touch the exposed coils of ebony that made up Karen's thick bush. Both smiled and Jill lowered the hand to lift one of the glasses, raising its cool surface to the dark pelt. Karen's tongue moistened her lips, her eyes narrowing with both pleasure and amusement.
"Tea, Amy?" Jill asked, extending the glass over the girl's shoulder.
"Thanks," Amy smiled, taking the glass to sip at it.
"Perhaps you could oil my back while I get Amy's, Karen?" Jill asked, her eyebrow arched provocatively.
"Of course, Miss Jill," Karen nodded, her eyes twinkling.
Karen poured lotion into her hand, moving to kneel behind Jill, her thighs spread to embrace the sides of Jill's legs. Spreading her oiled palms over Jill's back, she ran the tip of her tongue over the girl's neck and her fingers slid around to massage the firm domes of Jill's naked tits.
Jill nibbled at her lower lip and smiled back over her shoulder as Karen's fingers worked the lotion into her nipples, sending webbings of pleasure flowing through her. Karen's hands drifted downward over her stomach and to the waistband of the bikini bottoms. Both glancing at the unaware Amy, Karen leaned forward and they touched tongue tips, Karen's fingers slipping under the damp cloth.
Jill had to concentrate to keep her hands steady upon Amy as she kissed deeply with Karen. The woman's agile fingers played at the outer lips of her cunt to bring them to a hot tingle.
Amy felt Jill's hands expand and contract in soothing rhythms, unaware that the two women were kissing, that Karen was stroking Jill's clit while twisting her own cunt against the balls of Jill's feet. Amy only knew that the sensation of the massage was mellowing, her breathing deep and steady as she lowered her forehead to her raised knees. The sun was warm and there was only the sound of her breathing in her ears. Her mind began to drift languidly, her body relaxed to Jill's touch, losing all sense of time.
Jill curled her toes back against the roll of Karen's cunny, her breathing strained as the woman continued to stroke her clit. Then her shoulders tensed, the muscles quivering as she kept her hands steady and held back a cry of delight, the climax that Karen had been festering in her wet channel surging clear. Her mouth opened in a silent gasp, her eyes squeezed shut, but she still kept her hands moving upon Amy's back though the movements were firmer and quicker.
Karen slid her hands from Jill's bottoms and touched one damp finger to the girl's parted lips. Smiling dreamily, Jill sucked the finger into her mouth as if it were a man's cock, her tongue caressing it lovingly. Then it was gone and the humid heat of Karen's twat was raising up from the bottoms of her feet as the woman stood.
"Will there be anything else?" Karen asked in a soft, husky voice, standing against Jill's back.
Jill noted that Amy's head was still lowered against her knees and turned her face against Karen's thigh, caressing it with her cheek. Smiling sensually, Karen drew her skirt up to bare the full lengths of her statuesque legs and then her damp cunt. Bending at the knees, she shifted and lowered her cunny even with Jill's mouth. Continuing her massage, Jill pressed her lips into the musky fur of Karen's muff and probed the hot gash with her tongue, drawing it upward till she caught the erect clit. Already keyed from her masturbation against Jill's feet, Karen had to grip the girl's head for support, her mind flashing with spurts of ecstasy. Sucking air in silently, she dizzily stepped back when she was able, letting her skirt drop back into place.
"Very good, Miss," Karen whispered, her eyes glazed, swaying drunkenly.
"Thank you, Karen," Jill smiled, slowly licking her lips.
"My pleasure, Miss," Karen smiled back and returned to the house with a mellow expression on her face.
Jill turned her lidded eyes back to Amy, wondering that the girl had remained unaware of what they were doing, sitting for so long as she caressed her back. Now, more than ever, she wanted to embrace and make love to her.
"Guess that's got it," she forced herself to say, removing her hands from Amy.
"Um, felt good," Amy mumbled sleepily. "Sun so warm..."
"Yes, very warm," Jill said, her voice a soft hum. "Why don't you stretch out on your stomach? Nap in the sun and I'll get the backs of your legs so they won't burn," she suggested softly in the same comforting drone.
"Alright," Amy said groggily, only half understanding and leaned to her side, stretching out on the towel, her eyes almost closed.
"Sun can make all the tensions just melt away," Jill hummed, kneeling by Amy's legs as she poured more lotion into her hands. She cupped the girl's ankles and began to work it in, moving unhurriedly upward to her knees and then her thighs.
Amy felt so comfortable, unaware of the hard poolside beneath her, as the caressing flow of Jill's hands moved over the backs of her thighs. The fingers pressed against the tender flesh, the thumbs working the insides in burning arcs. She felt as if warm honey was flowing, creeping over her. It seemed that she should be aware of something, that she should be saying something, but she did not know what it was and it seemed like too much effort to try and pursue the matter.
Jill wondered if she was not risking putting Amy on the defensive, of shocking her. Yet, she rationalized that her friend would give some indication if she were going too far. Moistening her dry lips, Jill swallowed, her hands to the base of Amy's fanny. Her hands cupped the tops of the girl's legs and she continued to leisurely caress her, forefingers rubbing against the soft ass cheeks as her thumbs rolled alongside the base of Amy's just covered cunt. Jill was breathing heavily, her own slit burning hungrily, her belly tight. She was so close, but to bring her thumbs together between the spread thighs was to surely rouse the girl from her drowsy slumber and force the issue. No, it would be better to merely arouse, to wait for Amy's response to the accumulation and opportunity.
Her eyes closed, Jill continued to stroke the oiled flesh, feeling the heat of Amy's snatch against her thumbs, it was so close. Amy's mind floated and she murmured contentedly, a feeling of bliss warmly radiating through her. Jill's hands were so firm and yet so gentle, the sensations so strange and yet so pleasant. "You're going to have a white strip on your back from your top," she heard Jill say, her voice sounding very far away. "You did say it didn't make much difference, the way the suit fits. Want me to unfasten it for you?" the soothing voice offered. She murmured her agreement, responding naturally without thought.
The fingertips drew inward to meet the thumbs in a caress of the juncture of thighs and ass and then brushed over her fanny as they rose to the bikini straps. Jill's fingers trembled slightly as she untied the thin straps and she pulled them outward to let them fall to Amy's sides, exposing the outsides of the wide tits that bulged out from under the girl's weight.
Her swollen tits rising and falling with her strained breathing, Jill pushed her palms down over her stomach, slipping her fingers into her bottoms to press them tightly against the throbbing of her wet cunny. She gripped each side of her snatch with fingers and palms, catching her clit between her thumbs. Trembling, she raised one hand and held it half extended toward Amy's bottoms.
"Of course, you'll have a mark across your fanny with the bottoms," Amy half-heard the voice say. "I'm taking mine off. If you want, I'll get yours too," the voice offered, its tone warm and hopeful, caressing her with its breathless softness. She murmured agreement, it seemed like such a nice thing to offer.
Having pushed her own bottoms down as she spoke, Jill shifted to remove them from her legs. Hesitantly, she turned to Amy's. Amy had not noticed the snaps that held the cloth together at the hips, just slipping them on. Jill's fingers touched at Amy's hips and she chewed at her lower hp, feverish. Gently, she tugged and the snaps clicked loose and the front section dropped free, exposing the sides of Amy's hips. Jill moistened her lips again and lifted the back section away from Amy's fanny, baring the rounded ass cheeks. Rolling the cloth in to the center, she lowered the double rill between Amy's thighs and she could see the base of Amy's cunt, the lips just parted around the soft pink slit.
Jill sat back and pressed the heels of her feet against her ass, her fingers returning to her clit. Staring at Amy's naked body, she began to stroke the long extension of flesh, finally rolling onto her side, choking back her sounds of release while Amy slept on.
"And how're the girls doing?" Clarise asked Karen after the woman had told her the dinner hour.
Lying naked upon the bed with Clarise, Guy listened to Karen's warm voice detail the erotic activities she and Jill had enjoyed, his eyes moving up her fantastic legs as he wondered if she had ever worked in Vegas. His cock hardening, his eyes met hers and he realized she had been staring at the long length of his flesh as it stiffened and rose, her expression showing a lascivious hunger.
"My poor darling," Clarise said when Karen had finished. "To be all worked up like that, you must be terribly hungry yet. Why don't you join us?" she smiled, glancing back at the smiling Guy and caressing his engorged meat. "Guy has a joy stick here I think you'll find very soothing-eventually."
Without pause, Karen unzipped the uniform and lifted it up her body, baring the dark foliage of her box, the supple contour of her belly and the gentle rise of her breasts which were like wide powder puffs, capped by plump aureoles that stood out as far from her breasts as those soft mounds did from her chest, topped by the pursed nubs of her tan nipples. Viewed from head to waist, she appeared to be a knowing adolescent girl on the verge of blossoming; viewed from waist to feet she appeared to be an extraordinarily beautiful show girl; viewed in total, she was a combination of blooming girl and voluptuous woman, her mysterious eyes promising the best of both.
Karen slid sensuously onto the bed, her long legs curling beside her. Her tapered fingers caressed his tool and he pulled her to him, feeling her mouth opening for his tongue. Their tongues brushed and dipped together and he sucked hers into his mouth, his hands moving down the velvet softness of her back to grasp the ripe cheeks of her ass. Karen's hands moved over his chest and down his sides, coming together around the taut flesh of his scrotum so that she could caress his swollen balls. The two kneeling together, they shifted as they felt Clarise slide beneath them, her full tits cushioning his ass as her mouth kissed and tongued at his nuts and at Karen's damp slit.
The head of his cock pressing into the humid warmth of Karen's slit, Guy felt her flexing her cunt, pulling at him and he pressed forward. They rose from the bed, their hips coming together as his shaft began to slide up into the warm tugging of her cunny, bathing him in her hot secretions. He sank himself into her depths till their pubic hair meshed, their stomachs coming together in undulating strokes.
As Clarise slid out from under them, Karen stretched back, Guy atop her and she wrapped her statuesque legs around his waist, groaning at the churning of his cock in her twat. Clarise moved up alongside them, her hands caressing them as her mouth moved from his ear to her nipples. Guy rotated his prick in the tight seizure of Karen's underbelly, her hips pressing and rolling with him, her legs caressing his sides and his buttocks. His mouth parted from Karen's to let Clarise's press in from the side, their three tongues swimming together. He reached out with one hand and buried his index finger in Clarise's ass, causing her to gasp into their mouths and then Karen's fingers were working up into the other woman's slit. Karen's other hand pressed at his ass and he felt her slender fingers opening his buttocks to plunge a finger up into his rectum.
Guy lapped his tongue against the serpentine caresses of the women's, his prick quivering with pleasure within the whirlpool of Karen's talented cunny, his prostate throbbing against the stroking of Karen's probing finger. He twisted the hardness of his swollen tool in Karen's voracious gash, working his finger in and out of Clarise's bung hole with one hand while he crimped Karen's nipple with the other.
Karen could feel Guy's finger flexing against hers through Clarise's membrane as she caressed the other woman's snatch. She bucked her cunt against the spiking bulk that filled her, burying her finger in his ass to tickle his prostate faster. Gasping, her head fell away from theirs and Guy and Clarise lowered their faces to her tits, sucking them into their mouths as they tongued her aching nipples.
Clarise pressed Karen's clit down against the pumping strokes of Guy's prick, stroking his balls with her other hand. Karen was crying out with pleasure, her body twisting and shaking under Guy, her fingers clutching in his ass and in Clarise's cunt. Clarise cried out at the quickened movement, her box spasming around the girl's hand, her hips thrusting back against the workings of his finger to send her even higher. She bit softly against the base of Karen's tit, her tongue pressing the fat aureole back into the soft blossom.
Karen screamed with ecstasy, her body ablaze with pleasure, shuddering against Guy. The vibration of Karen's hot gash around him, the constant stimulation of his prostate and the caress of Clarise's fingers around his balls all joined together to set Guy's mind aboil. He bit into Karen's breast, his body quaking faster and faster till, with a volcanic surge, he came, jetting his gizzum up into her devouring cunny.
Their flesh tingling, their minds clouded with pleasure, Guy and the two women slowly slumped upon the bed, gasping for breath. Eyes lidded, they smiled at one another and Guy stretched his arms out to either side, drawing them against him, the silkiness of their warm flesh merging with his. He kissed each of them, curling his arms to caress their breasts, and a few minutes later, they dozed off contentedly.
When Amy had awakened, Jill had been swimming at the far end of the pool. Feeling very relaxed, Amy had sat up, languidly stretching. It had been a moment before she had realized that she was no longer wearing her bikini and she whipped her head around immediately only to find that no one was watching her, not even Jill. Smiling awkwardly at her reaction, she reached out for the strips of green cloth, only to pause. It felt so surprisingly good to be sitting in the sun unencumbered, bathing fully in the bright sunlight
Now, standing under the shower in Jill's bathroom, she wondered at how she had waited till Jill had finished swimming before unhurriedly putting on her bikini. She could just imagine how her parents would have reacted. She turned her head as Jill parted the shower curtains to look in.
"Mind if I join you?" Jill asked. "Otherwise, well be late for supper," she explained, stepping into the shower when Amy nodded with only a trace of self-consciousness. "Would you wash the oil off my back and I'll get yours?"
Amy nodded again, finding no words coming. Jill's touch was as tenderly arousing as it had been when drying her earlier and as lovingly evocative as at the pool. But now Amy found herself less concerned that someone was touching her, or even at the pleasurable effects, being primarily aware of the lush contours of her own body that were being caressed with soapy hands and wash cloth. The few times in the past when she had even been aware that she had a woman's body, it had been with a sense of inferiority, feeling that other girls were far more attractive, their breasts larger, their legs more shapely. Yet, she now felt that she had been somehow deluded, that indeed she possessed a very beautiful body and face.
The caressing wash of Jill's hands ceased and Amy was aware that she was straightening behind her, their slick flesh brushing warmly under the spray of the water. Drawing a deep breath, she turned to face Jill in the small cubicle. Water beaded on their faces, spilling over their tits that were almost touching. Their eyes seemed to hold for an interminable length of time, their tits rising and falling with their deep breathing. Amy was unsure of what she was feeling and thus was afraid to move. Jill waited for Amy.
Jill slowly turned and Amy extended her trembling hands, having to force herself to touch the pliant flesh of Jill's back. Relaxing slightly, she began to wash away the oil, caressing the well toned back and then slowly went to one knee. Facing Jill's pert fanny, she spread her palms over the firm ass cheeks and then inserted her thumbs into the cleavage to wash Jill's bung hole.
Jill's eyes were closed as she basked in the thrilling press of Amy's touch, her clit standing out hard from her water-slickened pelt. Amy's hands moved down Jill's legs and cupped round their backs. Finished, Amy knelt dizzily, trying to gain her composure, even more aroused at fondling Jill's beautiful flesh. Jill turned and she looked up at her, past the slick auburn triangle, past the lush tits to Jill's tender eyes. Jill reached down and drew her to her feet.
"You best get dressed," Jill smiled softly, giving no indication of anything being out of the ordinary.
Amy nodded dumbly, her arms heavy at her sides. She turned and drifted into the bedroom as Jill dried herself, watching the girl grope about for underwear.
"Here, try this dress," Jill said a few moments later, holding out a patterned tricot dress with a deeply plunging neckline that did not allow for wearing a bra.
Amy started to protest, but she could not find the will power or the motivation. Jill helped her into the dress and then nodded approvingly. Amy's breasts were exposed almost to the nipples which dented the thin fabric clearly. Despite the slightness of the garment, Amy felt warm as she watched Jill put on matched lace bra and panties, the color of nipples and beaver both showing through. Over this, Jill donned a simple blouse and skirt, which emphasized Amy's dress and beauty all the more by the contrast.
Going downstairs, Amy's lethargy began to fade at the prospect of Guy and Bart seeing her in the revealing dress. But they and Clarise only complimented her on it, making her feel attractive but not self-conscious as they went in to the dining room. Both Guy and Bart had needed to make a conscious effort not to stare and each walked a bit stiffly to conceal the elongation of their cocks.