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.
