burnt-orange cloth clinging to the insides and their deep cleavage.
His jism boiling, he leaned forward from the waist, and moved his hands down her back, and out over the exposed outsides of her buttocks. She sucked harder, turning her mouth around his thickness, and his fingers curled under the edge of the bottoms, pulling the cloth into the valley between the cheeks, which were now fully revealed to his blurred eyes.
His fingers up under the waistband, his knuckles pressed against the tops of the plush cheeks, his eyes screwing shut and his stomach muscles bunching. Her tongue flashed up and down against the underside of his prod, her lips turning as she sucked.
His knees bucking as her mouthings pulled at his come, his feet slipped against the bottom and went out from under him. His fingers curled in the bottom; his hands pulled her along with him as he fell back into the water. His thoughts spinning, he kicked back out of instinct, sitting down in two feet of water. Lori kept hold of his hips and his tool, inhaling quickly through her nose before her head went under, her feet and calves lifting amidst the spray.
The bowed waist strings pulled free, the bottoms coming away in his hands. She pushed forward onto her knees, and her head rose and fell, her mouth pistoning around his throbbing staff. He groaned, his hands at the sides of her head, the bottoms pulled across the back of it. Her mouth sped up and down, tightening and loosening, her tongue stroking. He groaned, and his spend was breaking free.
His hips arching as he dropped back onto his elbows, she moved even faster, stopping suddenly to suck with all her might as his cock began to fork in her mouth. His eyes screwed shut; his head went back, his mouth widening as his juices roared through him, the orgasmic spasms shaking him.
The swimsuit holding his legs together, they shook between her spread thighs, and pressed up against her eked muff. His breath caught, his jism surging through his rod as it bucked within her mouth. His body shaking against hers, she continued to suck as his spunk hosed into her mouth. He let out a deep groan as the spasms lessened, his brain filled with static.
His shaft softening, she moved her lips downward until she held the whole of his cock in her mouth. She tightened and loosened her mouth as his head began to clear, and then drew back, her mouth tightening, and his prick was drawn out taut from his groin till his knob popped free of her lips. She pushed up onto her knees, smiling down at his satiated expression as she savored his taste, her shoulders up to the sides of her jaws, her hands pressed to her thighs.
He forced his eyes open, swallowing hard, and looked at her beaming face She stood up, her feet spread, and she rested her hands on her full hips as she looked down at him, wearing only the bikini top. He moved his eyes up the tapering lengths of her legs to where auburn ringlets clung wetly to the fullness of her mound, water dripping from those along her lower slit.
'Well, guess it's time for football,' she grinned, and he watched in amazement as she scampered up onto the bank, her opulent fanny jiggling, and she moved toward the partially concealing brush.
Her back at an angle to him, she removed her top, and began to towel herself as he watched with a laconic smile. She lifted the towel, wrapping it around the tops of her tits, and she turned her side to him. Her lips pressed together as she sought to repress a grin, and she let the towel open from her side, revealing it, her hip, and the profile of one lovely ass cheeks. Turning toward him from the waist, she slid the hand closest to him behind her back, and slowly lowered the towel from her tits and stomach.
Wideset, her blossoming breasts sloped out from her full pectorals, and up from her rib cage into plump areolas that her nipples tapered out from in a soft pink. Giggling, she turned, her hands dropping before her thighs, the towel curving down below her plush fanny. Her tits again hidden from his eyes, she grinned back over her shoulder, and began to put her jeans back on.
Watching her work the faded jeans up over her tush, he smiled with bewildered pleasure.
As Lori had lowered Wayne's briefs, Ella and the other girls had chosen up sides, she and Paula facing Rita and Margerie.
Margerie had changed to another bandeau scarf-top and a pair of silky gym shorts. Rita behind her, she leaned forward to hike, the shorts pulling up from the base of her ass cheeks. Rita crouched down, and took the ball, breaking to the right. Ella and Paula moved to cut her off. She twisted to the side as Paula reached out, and Paula went sprawling. Ella sidestepped Margerie's block, and touched her hands to the girl's hips. All four breathing deeply, Paula glared at Rita as they repositioned themselves.
Margerie hiked the ball, and Paula shoved past her. She moved back for a pass, but Paula slammed into Rita, tackling her, and they went rolling in the grass, Rita's terrycloth shorts pulling low on her hips.
'We're playing touch, Paula,' Ella said tightly as the girls pushed up from the ground.
'That's okay,' Rita said. 'Touch is kind of sissy stuff on soft ground, anyway.'
'Margerie?' Ella asked, and the girl nodded her agreement. 'Okay, you two've got one more go at it,' she said, glancing warily at Paula as they took up their positions again.
Margerie went back for a pass again, and Rita fired it off before Paula could get to her. Rita spun out of the way, sticking one leg out, and Paula tripped over it, going sprawling on her stomach. Paula pushed up, whirling around angrily.
'You stinking little bitch!' Paula spat as she moved toward Rita.
'Paula!' Ella snapped, having let Margerie take the ball, her attention on the other two. 'I've had enough of your foul temper. Go back to the school, and report to my office after lunch.'
Paula stood glaring at her for long moments, and then spun around, stalking back toward the school, the other girls watching.
'Well, let's see how well I can do on my own,' Ella said, forcing a smile as she took the football from Margerie.
The girls smiling, they faced Ella, a bit more distance separating them, and she called for the hike, and dropped back. The girls ran for her as she event wide. Margerie leapt forward, grabbing Ella around the ankles, stopping her but not taking her down. Rita grabbed the woman around the waist, her cheek to her hip, and they went down, Ella twisting to get free, Margerie's bandeau pulling up from the bases of her rounded tits. Ella lost hold of the ball as she, went fully down. She twisted from the waist, groping out for it, and her loins were momentarily pressed against Rita's face.
Instead of rolling back, Rita gripped Ella tighter, holding her back as Margerie scrambled for the ball. Ella twisted to reach the ball, and her eyes widened as she fell, her loins rubbing against Rita's face. Margerie's fingertips just touched the ball. Ella grabbed out to pull her back, her hands going to the girl's hips.
The ball rolled out of Margerie's grasp, and she scrambled forward to get it, Ella's fingers catching in the waistband of her gym shorts. The shorts pulling away from the tops of her ass cheeks, she got a loose hold on the ball. Using the hold of the shorts, Ella pulled herself closer to the. ball, Rita's arms sliding down against her fanny, and forcing the slacks halfway down her cheeks, the girl's face burrowing between the tops of them.
Laughing, Margerie held the ball high triumphantly. Grinning, Ella dropped to the ground limply, breathing deeply, and Rita sat up, her eyes lidded. Ella rolled over, and her eyes and Rita's held for a moment. Ella moistened her lips, and sat up.
'Well, it was two to one,' Ella shrugged
'Sure, sure,' Margerie nodded as she stood up, the bandeau having pulled up from one tit to the edge of one pale pinkish -tan areola, the shorts down to the tops of her thighs.
'Uh -huh,' Rita said, standing up.
'Okay, you take the ball this time, and see how you do against us,' Ella said.
'Nothing to it,' Rita smiled as she took the ball, and she wiped a smudge of dirt from her upturned nose as she positioned herself before the other two. Margerie was tugging at her shorts with one hand.
They crouched down, Margerie's lowered shorts pulling down from the cleft of her fanny. Rita faked to the side, and ran between them. They both grabbed out, Ella grabbing for Rita's shoulders while Margerie grabbed for her hips. Rita strained to pull free, twisting from the hips. Ella's hands slipped from her shoulders, and caught hold of the tank-top, Margerie's hands pulling the terrycloth shorts low.
Margerie lost her footing, but not her hold, and the shorts pulled down from Rita's pert ass cheeks as Margerie fell. The tank top's straps pulling off Rita's shoulders, Ella let go with one hand, and shoved forward to reach out for a new hold. Her hand grasped one of the girl's wideset tits. Rita pulled one foot free of the shorts, the sunlight gleaming on the filled-in, Y of her light brown muff. The shorts around one ankle, they came free of
