Margerie's hold, and Rita pushed forward, Ella's feet slipping as she held on to the tank top and Rita's tit.
Rita began to pull away, but Ella's weight took her legs out from under her. The bandeau top having pulled away from her tits, Margerie looked toward the two as they went down. Rita turned away from the hand holding her tit rather than toward it, and she dropped onto her side, her fanny against Ella's cheek. Blinking, Ella fully realized that she was holding the girl's tit as she felt the softness of Rita's tush against her face, and she rolled back, letting go of the swollen breast.
'Okay, it's your turn,' Rita said cheerfully before Ella could say anything, and she tossed the ball to Margerie.
Her thoughts confused, Ella looked at Rita for a moment, and then stood up, her low-cut slacks down to the tops of her buttocks, her blouse pulled open to the middle of her stomach. They positioned themselves, and Rita glanced, over, seeing one of the woman's full tits profiled within the blouse that curved outward.
Having discarded the bandeau as something to be grabbed hold of, Margerie dropped back with the ball and tried to swing around, putting Ella between her and Rita. Ella's arms went around her firm hips, and Margerie stumbled.
'Run, Margerie!' Rita laughed, and she grabbed Ella around the waist, the woman blinking with surprise and then laughing.
Her ripe tits quivering, Margerie pushed forward, the firm length of her belly standing out, the tops of her thighs seeming to merge with her hips to frame the flow of her belly into her wide abdomen and her wide mound. Ella's arms began to slide down, and the shorts pulled down from the girl's dark triangle, and along her full, shapely thighs.
Rita, fingers curling in the waist band of Ella's slacks, dropped to her knees, and Ella's feet began to slide back, the slacks pulling down from her outthrust ass, and from her dark-brown muff. Margerie twisted around, trying to break Ella's hold, and Ella's face was against her thighs, the woman's shirt pulling open against her knees and calves.
Ella's slacks pulled down past her knees, and Rita sat back, Ella's toes against the grass, her body curved up and out to where she held Margerie around the thighs. Rita pulled, and the pants slid over Ella's feet. Ella's arms slid down around Margerie's legs, her face moving down them, and she twisted onto her back, her hold on the girl's ankles bringing her down.
Arms thrown wide, the blouse was draped away from Ella's lush tits, the pegs of her nipples standing out, the tight curve of her stomach rising and falling with her ragged breathing. Her legs apart, the light glinted in the curlings of her muff. Rita sat back with one knee raised, her slit peeking through her hair, the outsides of her pubes bare. Laughing breathlessly, Margerie was stretched out on her back in the grass, her naked body shimmering beneath a patina of perspiration. She pushed up onto one elbow, her other hand resting on one hip, and she smiled subtly as she looked at Ella, only the woman's arms concealed
'You're a traitor,' Ella said, pushing up as she looked at Rita.
'A student body has to be unified and loyal,' Rita smiled.
'Talking about bodies, how come we're naked, and you've still got your top on?' Margerie asked.
'Must mean I won,' Rita shrugged, and Margerie and Ella looked at one another, nodded, and moved toward her.
Rita moved back on her hands and feet, her fanny shifting against the grass. Ella grabbed her ankles, her shirt drifting back and Margerie scrambled around behind Rita. Margerie grabbed the base of the tank top. Laughing, Rita tried to hold it down, kicking in an effort to get free as Ella moved up to pin her legs.
The ribbed cotton pulled loose of Rita's hold, and Margerie yanked it up from the rounded tits with their slender nipples, and began to wrestle it over her head as Rita struggled to pull.it back down. Her stomach over one of Rita's calves, Elk's hands held the thigh above it, and the other calf. Rita's head covered, Margerie's attention was on removing the top. Ella stared down at the girl's parted cunt lips, her tits rising and falling.
The top pulled over Rita's head, and from her arms, and Margerie let out a whoop as she sat back with the top in her hands. Rita looked up at Ella, her eyes lidded. Ella swallowed hard, and raised her eyes from the girl's quim, her hands slowly opening from her legs. Smiling, Rita turned the leg under Ells, and her shin was against Ella's pulsing cunt, her foot between her thighs. Ella's eyes closed for a moment, and she inhaled deeply, her furrow tightening against the light shiftings of the girl's leg, her hands gripping Rita's legs. Her eyes opened to the sight of Rita's box, and she stared at it a moment, then looked up to see that Margerie was stretched out on her back with her eyes closed.
Ella looked back down at Rita, and the girl lifted up from the waist, smiling sensuously. Rita moved the back of one hand against the insides of Ella's swollen tits, and her eyes remained open as her mouth moved closer and closer to Ella's. Ella fought to keep her eyes open, her thoughts clouded. Rita's lips brushed against hers, and her mouth began to open, her eyes closing, but then she shook her head to clear it, and pushed herself back away from Rita.
Ella standing up on unsteady legs, Rita looked up at her, one light-brown eyebrow lifted questioningly. Ella tried to speak, but the words wouldn't come. She saw that Margerie's eyes were still closed, the lushness of her well-toned body stretched out. She looked back to see Rita's eyes moving from her heaving tits to her cunny, and she blushed.
Ella turned, and moved to where her pants were, her legs shaky. Rita watched the woman's full ass cheeks rock from side to side, and then pull taut as she leaned over the pants, dark-brown curlings peeking from between the tops of her full thighs. Leaning back onto her arms, Rita smiled as Ella raised the pants, and she stretched back on the grass, turning her head toward Margerie. The girls smiled at one another, and then let their eyes close.
Her blouse buttoned, Ella fastened the slacks, and took a deep breath before turning to look toward the still naked girls. She let her eyes linger on both of them, focusing on Rita. Her eyelashes just parted, Rita was watching the woman watch her.
'Well, uh, I'm going back,' Ella said, her throat constricting. 'So, I'll see you back there,' she trailed off, feeling awkward, and she slowly turned to move away, unaware that Rita was watching her, the sunlight shimmering along the girl's damp furrow.
Having showered and changed, Ella sat in her office, wondering about the arousal Rita had engendered. She had been turned on by students before, and Margerie was one of the girls who could do that, but her reaction to Rita was somehow different. Perhaps, she thought, it was the girl's knowing gaze in combination with her girlishly impish face and her hourglass figure.
Admitting to herself that she did not even know why she was resisting since there was little doubt that Rita was interested, she rubbed one hand over her swollen tits, buffing the burning nipples through her shirt-dress. Her cunny hot, she considered lowering her hand to it, but there was a knock at the door.
'Come in,' she called, her hands moving to the desk, and Paula entered, closing the door behind her.
'You wanted to see me,' the girl; said sullenly. 'I can guess what for,' she said, and Ella blinked with surprise as Paula opened her slacks, and pushed them down from the full widths of her ass cheeks. 'For a spanking, right?' she asked the already aroused and confused Ella.
Chapter 4
Ella stared at Paula's fanny, and found herself thinking of Rita's. Paula turned around, unembarrassed at presenting her nest of sable curls.
'You expect a spanking?' Ella asked, the girl's muff bringing Rita's to mind Ella's clit pulsed.
'Well…' Paula shrugged.
'Your behavior made me think about that,' Ella said, seeking to put her arousal aside. 'But you're a bit old for a spanking. If you continue playing the hard-ass, I think you'll find yourself an outcast – at best. If that's what you want…'
'That's all?' Paula asked after a few moments.
'Yeah,' Ella said wearily, and she watched Paula pull her pants up and leave the office. The girl had seemed almost disappointed, and Ella wondered if she truly felt she had a spanking coming, or got off on spankings, or if
