shifted her hip against Ella's nook, and squirmed her thigh up against it.
Their lips pulled to the sides, sliding apart, both breathing in gasps as their cunnies tightened and loosened against one another's legs. They shifted from their waists,. rubbing their tits together. Rita's eyes closed, her hips bucking as her thighs gripped Ella's leg tightly, her nook spasming against it. Ella looked with warned entrancement at the girl's expression of rapture, her own bog quaking as the girl's thigh twisted and vibrated against it. Her eyes closed, her face lifting, and they held one another tightly as they shook in their climax, the movements of their bodies pushing the sand out from under them.
They stiffened, their breaths catching, and they shook together at the peak of their coming. Their lungs heaving, the tension seeped out of their muscles, and they smiled sleepily at one another as they lay stroking each other's hair. The sun was moving toward the horizon, the clouds turning gold and crimson, and the light tinted their flushed bodies as they looked out to sea.
Pushing up onto one elbow, Ella looked down into Rita's eyes, and touched a kiss to the pouty lips, one hand moving over the girl's stomach. Rita slid her fingers through Ella's hair. The woman moved her lips down to the pert globes of Rita's tits, kissing the firm rises. Rita's heel pressed against her head, her fingers pulling against her scalp as she twisted on the sand, her body arching up.
Ella's legs slid out from Rita as she cupped the breast closest to her, holding it as she kissed the slender nipple, her other hand moving down over the girl's pliant belly. Rita's heels pulled upward, plowing the sand, and her free hand clutched Ella's hat, which had blown off earlier. She groaned as Ella's tongue flicked at her nipple, the woman's lips collaring it. Ella moved her hand to the other tit, the soft inside of her forearm sliding over the tops of both orbs. Rita groaned as Ella sucked at her nipple, licking its tip, her hand caressing her other tit while the thumb and forefinger rolled the nipple.
Ella turned her hips, her legs curled out from the side of the girl, and she slid her fingers down into the light-brown curlings, Rita's hips arching, her knees lifted high. Ella tightened her lips as she pulled them from Rita's nipple, and the girl groaned as it popped free. Continuing to knead the ripe orb of the girl's breast, Ella kissed her tight belly, her lips moving down to the lip of flesh over Rita's navel. Rita's hand slid down Ella's back as she turned her tongue in the girl's navel, her face moving against her stomach, and Rita moved her hand from the hat to Ella's head.
The girl rolled from side to side, pressing deeper in the sand as Ella kissed her abdomen and hips, her arm moving against the inside of Rita's thigh as her fingers slid down over the Y of Rita's nest. Ella's tits rubbed against Rita's stomach and hip, her hand pressing the girl's raised thigh out to the side as she kissed the raised tendon at its inner top. Rita's hand moved over Ella's tush, and she turned from the waist, the other hand moving to Ella's ass as she gripped the woman's thigh, her wrist against her mound.
Ella kissed the bare outside of Rita's mound, her cheek brushing the soft curls. Rita drew Ella's hips up toward her, and she opened the woman's legs, kissing them. Ella murmured against Rita's muff, her lips. moving against the curls, and she kissed the girl's tender slot. Rita gripped her legs, and pressed her lips to Ella's dewy furrow, inhaling deeply of her scent.
The sunset tinted their bodies in amber. Their hands moved over one another's thighs as they turned onto their sides, and they kissed each other's slit, their tongues lapping at the wet furls of one another's lips, the richness of their nectar bathing one another's taste buds. Their tongues turned in the sheaths of their cants, sliding and turning against the wet silk sleekness. Their faces flushed, they moaned into each other's steamy cleft, their tits rubbing against each other's belly, their legs stretching and curling.
The sunset turned the veil of water cerise, the outgoing waves tinged with gold. The woman and the girl rolled from side to side, their hands moving over each other's thighs and ass as they turned their mouths in each other's hive, their depths reverberating with raptures. Their legs pushed out, their feet sliding through the sand, their bodies arched against one another, their bellies undulating against each other's breasts. Their brains spinning, they moved their mouths up to the pulsing pearls of each other's clit, and they cried out against them, their cries of ecstasy rising above the roar of the surf that crashed in gold and then spread up and out in cerise as the tanned bodies of the women shook upon the amber tinted sand.
Ella pressed her tongue against the girl's apex, tightening and loosening it in a steady rhythm, her breathing strained as she fought to concentrate, her own ecstasies overpowering her as Rita sucked at her large clit, the tip of her tongue moving against it.
The horizon cut the blazing circle of the sun in half, the reflection spreading toward the women, the clouds above them tinged with the crimson hue, the sand turned to bronze. Rita cried out, her body shaking against Ella's as her cunt spasmed against the woman's mouth, the pulse of her clit a soaring high note of joy that echoed throughout her as the woman's tongue continued to flex. The girl's tongue lashed at the bud of Ella's clit, sparking the swollen ember, and a flesh fire went through the woman, sending her into the whirlpool of her climax.
They rolled from side to side as they came, their climaxes extended as their tongues and mouths continued to move, Ella's responses to Rita's mouthings heightening Rita's, and causing her to heighten Ella's, their orgasmic rushed intensifying as their comings ricocheted back and forth.
The top of the sun going from sight, the clouds above were turned a blood-red that bathed everything, including the woman and the girl, carnal fatigue leaving them limp. Unable to muster the energy to turn around or to lift their heads, they rested their cheeks on one another's thighs, basking in their satiation and in the now lavender light, the surf sounding softly.
Standing at his window as the sun went down, Wayne, wondered why Lori had not given him an opportunity to go down on her. Smiling at the memory of being with her at the pond, he looked up as lights began to go on in rooms across the way, golden rectangles in the amber-tinted courtyard. A girl painted her nails, listening to her roomie, the other girl taking a break from writing something, her areolas and nipples appearing as pink blushes against the thin stuff of her bra. Two other girls were washing their hair, one then rolling it as they talked, their lithe bodies clad in molding underwear, and in lacy panties and bras that provided veiled views of their breasts and their muffs.
Hearing something, he turned around, looking across the dimly lit room to see someone silhouetted in the open doorway. The door closed, and he tried to make out the figure standing there, the light outside going to gold, and only slightly illuminating the room. The girl had wheat-blonde hair parted in the center. Pushed back behind her ears, it fell past her slightly wide shoulders. Her face a long oval, there were slender, dark brown eyebrows above jet-black eyes with long lashes, her lidded eyes staring into his, giving the impression of sensual sadness. Her mouth full, her upper lip was a degree long, her plump lips parted above her blunt, lightly cleft chin.
Her lightly tanned flesh warmed by the indirect light of the sunset which turned her yellow T-shirt bright gold. Long-limbed, she wore a pair of bellbottomed denim pants, her feet bare. His eyes adjusted to the light and he looked at her questioningly, the building silent but for the hum of plumbing somewhere downstairs.
“I'm Fiona,' she said, her voice soft. 'I'm Lori's roommate.'
'Yes,' he nodded.
'She said that she thought you might… feel you wanted to… reciprocate,' she said, and dampened her lips.
'Reciprocate?'
'That's the right word, isn't it?' she asked uncertainly. 'For returning a favor?'
'Yeah,' he smiled, his rod shifting as it began to go hard.
'Anyway…' she shrugged, her out pointing nipples moving against her T-shirt.
'She told you then,' he smiled.
'Yeah,' she grinned, and the impression of sadness was dispelled, but not that of sensuality. 'About how she sucked your cock,' she added, her nervousness easing.
'Yes, she was right,' he said.
'Well, she said I could, uh, collect in her place.'
'She doesn't like to be gone down on?'
'Oh, sure,' Fiona laughed. `But she figures you'll still want to scarf her bog, anyway, and that… I might like it,' she shrugged with a shy smile.
'And so would I,' he said, his tool pressing his pants leg out.
'Maybe you should be sure,' she said, and she sucked her full lower lip in for a moment, her teeth pressing against it, and she slid the T-shirt up from the firm length of her stomach and her subtle waist, and over the full breadths of her breasts.
