clapping, and looked over to see the other girls watching him. Ella lifted her hand in an attempt to conceal her grin. Putting his pants aside, he took a bow, not noticing how dearly the Olympic briefs defined his erect tool until the girls' eyes focused on it.
'Very practical, Margerie,' Ella said, nodding toward the girl's bandeau top, and a bikini bottom made from beads and part of an old fur piece.
'Yes,' the girl beamed proudly, and she pivoted to give them a better look, her dark-brown hair fanning out. The nylon scarf acting as a top concealed her out-pointing, rounded tits, but not their movements. Her belly supple, her full hips cradled her loins, the concealing fur piece not unlike a muff. Her legs were long and full, the whole of the girl's body arousing, but what caught his interest, and what had caught it in the dining room, was her wide, full mouth, her lips soft and sensually formed. 'This is its test run,' she said with an impish smile, and moved into the water, her full ass cheeks shifting against the slight cover of the bottoms.
He and Ella looked at one another, singed as they shrugged, and they moved into the water. Paula floated on the far side of the pond. Rita wore a dark green bikini, her hour-glass figure making an interesting contrast to her girlish face with its upturned nose and wide blue eyes. Turning in the water, Wayne looked toward Lori, who stood at the edge of the water, wearing a burnt-orange bikini cut high on her full hips.
'Aren't you coming in?' he asked, the others swimming about.
'I guess,' she said with a little smile that accented the roundness of her cheekbones, and she waded out, the water moving up her tapering legs. 'I'm just not too good at it,' she shrugged, her wide, blossoming breasts shifting against the bikini top.
'Anything in particular?' he asked.
'Well, floating on my back is something I can't -' she started to say when Paula suddenly cursed, the water Margerie and Rita were splashing at one another fanning out over her.
'You stupid ass!' Paula snapped at Rita, and the surprised girl pulled back as Paula swung her hand out at her.
'Paula!' Ella said, and the girl looked at her, meeting the woman's angry stare. 'Knock it off.'
Frowning, Paula turned away, and swam toward the other end of the pond to pull herself out and up onto the grass. Ella shook her head, and went back to swimming, Rita and Margerie talking to one another in near whispers.
'Uh, you were saying?' he said, looking back to Lori.
'I can swim. Not very well, but I can,' she said “But I can't float on my back.'
'Well, let's see if we can change that,' he smiled. 'Just lean back into my arms, and stay relaxed,' he said, and she turned around, glancing back over her shoulder with a nervous smile before easing back.
His hands under her shoulders, he crouched down, supporting her as he gave her directions. Rita and Margerie pulled themselves out, Margerie's bandeau soaked, as was the fur piece that rode low on her hips:
'Ready for some football?' Ella asked the girls, who nodded. 'Wayne?' she asked, standing, up next to him and Lori, her maillot clinging like a second skin to her body, her areolas making dark circles against the fabric, which the pegs of her nipples indented.
'Um, I think Lori's getting the hang of it,' he said, looking up. 'We'll join you in a few minutes.'
'Right,' she smiled, and moved out of the water. 'Come on, Paula,' she called to the girl, who was stretched out on the grass, and who slowly pushed herself up.
Picking up their things, Ella, Marjorie and Rita moved behind the brush that had concealed them from the bank, but which only half-concealed them from the water. He saw Margerie unwrap the bandeau, peeling the wet nylon from her round tits, her pale pinkish-tan nipples standing out from paler areolas. Her back to him, Rita, took her bikini off, revealing the rich curves of her ass. Then he looked down and saw Lori smiling shyly up at him, and he smiled back.
Paula stood facing him and the girl, and she stared at him defiantly as she removed her bikini bottoms, revealing her damp nest, and she turned as she slipped into her jeans, revealing the water-tightened flesh of her full ass cheeks. Looking back to Lori, he wondered if Paula was hostile due to being sent to the school, or if it was one of the reasons for her being there.
Having dried off, Margerie rummaged in her bag for a change of clothes. Rita was slowly rubbing her towel over her firm stomach, her slender, pink nipples standing out from her areolas, her eyes on Ella as the woman removed the maillot. The pegs of her nipples standing out from the cocoa tan of her areolas, Ella's full tits quivered as she leaned forward to push the swimsuit down from her lush hips, and past her dark brown triangle. Raising her shapely legs, she removed the maillot, and she saw Rita looking at her. She smiled uncertainly, and the girl smiled back, then moving her eyes away as she started to change. Ella looked at her for a moment with an intrigued expression, and she began to put her blouse and slacks back on.
Paula having walked off to the other side of the trees where they would play football, Ella and the other two girls followed a few minutes later, disappearing from sight.
'Okay, I'm going to take my hands out, and you try it on your own,' he said to Lori, and she looked up with widened eyes, uncertain.
He took a step back, the water up to the middle of his thighs, and she tensed, causing her to flounder. She grabbed back, catching his hips, and he put his hands to her sides.
'Haven't quite got it yet, I guess,' she said, looking up at him, and her eyes held his.
Her hands tightening on his hips, she pulled herself closer, and the top of her head pressed against his thighs, her forehead brushing under his balls. His cock tensing, he inhaled deeply.
'What with you helping me out, I should do something for you,' she said, twisting her head back to open his legs wider, and jostling his nuts with her forehead.
'Uh, that's not necessary…' he said tightly, his feet sliding out to the sides against the slick bottom of the pond.
'No, but…' she smiled, and her fingers curled in his briefs, tugging them downward to the base of his rod.
'You're not interested in touch football, huh?' he said, taking a step forward to steady himself.
'Not right now,' she said, and she turned over to float on her stomach, her hands returning quickly to the briefs. But I bet you were interested in playing touch with the girls and Miss Charleston,' she smiled up at him. 'I know the girls were interested in playing it with you.'
And with that she began to work the briefs down from his engorged shaft. Her long fingers slid over and curled around him. His eyes closed for a moment as she caressed him, drawing his tool free.
'Oh, lovely,' she gushed as his prod thrust out and up, and she moved the swimsuit down to his knees.
'Would you like to…' he said with a vague motion toward the grass, but her attention was on his loins, her hands moving over his hips, and down under his balls.
Kneeling now, she brushed her full lips against his trunk, and her hands moved up to grip it. He touched her bright hair, his feet tightening against the bottom as she angled his cock downward, moving his knob toward her lips.
Her lips tenderly touched his cock's head, blossoming against it softly as she kissed him. Her hands tightened around his pulsing shaft, turning and pulling the taut flesh around his engorged length. Her tongue licked at the tip of his knob, and her lips began to slide down toward the rim, caressing him with their soft fullness.
Her hands tightening, her lips slid over the rim, and she sucked at the bulb, sending sparkings of heat through him. His eyes almost closed, he slid his fingers through the hair that was the color of fall leaves, and which floated out around her shoulders as she began to draw his rod into her mouth, her cheeks pulling in' around it as.her tongue thrust along his dorsal vein.
She slid one hand out around the base of his shaft; her fingers moving over his pubic hair as her thumb rubbed at his sac, and the other hand slid down around the lower part of his shaft, her lips continuing to move down around him, her mouth. tightening and loosening as her tongue stroked He groaned softly, unsure whether or not his feet were slipping against the bottom of the pond, his head swimming with carnal vertigo.
He looked down through the water as she began to shift her legs back, her full hips moving from side to side, and her hands returned to his hips; her forearms against his thighs. Her mouth filled with his tool, she kicked back, and her body floated atop the water, her legs spread wide. His heart beating faster and faster as she continued to suckle him, his eyes moved down the supple length of her back, her hips. The high-cut bikini bottoms curved up from the juncture of her thighs, leaving the outsides of her luxuriant ass cheeks exposed, the wet,
