open cunt. She thought it fitting. There's nobody here but us twats, she thought.
Then they fell into the pool.
Sharon splashed in head first. Her legs were spread. She felt a hand clap into her twat as she plumbed the depths.
She twisted out of her dive on the bottom, her nipples sliding along the tiles.
She surfaced behind the sputtering Lita, who had somehow retained her straw hat. The wilted brim hung down the sides of her face.
Sharon seized Lita's hips from behind and squeezed her pubes in between the cheeks of the girl's ass. Hugging her, nuzzling her neck, trying to wrap her slippery legs around her hips, she felt the wildness of their dance had simply gone underwater.
'Darling, my darling!' Lita crooned.
They washed against the side of the pool. Sharon tried to grasp the girl's titties. They were as firm as melons and slipped from her clutching hands as though oiled. She slid a hand down Lita's body to her pussy and fingered the plump mound, then the lips.
Lita turned in her arms and kissed her. They clung together. For a moment their breasts formed a single, pulsing cushion. Then the slippery orbs lost traction and bobbed here and there, rubbery nipples drawing curved lines of heat about the wobbly globes.
Sharon sucked her lover's tongue, marveling at the transformation Lita had wrought in her. She felt Lita's hand slip in between her thighs and gently caress her pussylips. Then the girl whispered, 'Honey, I want to take you indoors to bed.'
Sharon eagerly nodded in agreement.
They climbed out of the water and walked, arms about each other, both shaded by the dripping brim of Lita's sun hat Sharon watched their lurching breasts jostle each other. When her right tittie slapped Lita's it seemed to set up an electric movement in both pairs. She burst out into giggles. She must tell Lita how funny it looked. But a thousand other nights whirled in her mind. Gazing down at their bellies, at their wet twat hair and the womanly swells of their thighs, the two nude lower bodies so similar, neither crotch armed with a cock that could stand up and be used to penetrate the other, she felt an inexplicable joy, a relief. Neither of them could take advantage of the other. They could only share.
It did not matter that Lita was the boss' wife. She was simply a sexy girl whose hip slicked past Sharon's on every step, a lover, no more than that.
The world of striving, a harsh, male-inspired system, was beyond her horizon.
Inside the house, Lita took her to a small, dark room. The single window was veiled by layers of green marquisette. The effect was as though they were two mermaids holding hands amid shimmering green streamers of kelp.
Lita produced towels and they dried each other.
Then Lita murmured, 'Darling, if I were you – and I was once in your position, as I told you before – I would go to bed with the boss' wife, yes, but first I'd make sure she could help my career.'
Sharon kissed her throat. 'Shut up, sweetheart. We're alone. Screw all that career jazz.'
Lita's arms closed about her. Their breasts again formed a single cushion, a liquid thing, pulsing on a single heartbeat.
She said, 'But Sharon, I'm so wild about you! I want you to be able to afford pretty clothes, to make you more beautiful than you already are. I'll have Bud promote you.'
'That doesn't matter,' Sharon whispered, pressing her belly to her lover's, feeling damp pussy hair touch her flesh.
'It does matter. And I want you to have that little white car. I'll help you.'
'I'd rather take you to bed.'
'We'll talk about it later.'
'Later I'll sleep. I'm exhausted.'
Lila sighed and moved, to the couch in the corner of the sea-green room. Still behind her, Sharon caressed the girl's firm buttocks, then fingered down the cleft between to the soft knot of her asshole.
Lita stopped. She shifted her feet apart and leaned forward toward the couch.
She whispered, 'Sharon, darling, that turns me on terribly. Stick your finger into my anus, will you, please?'
Sharon stood there, panting now, looking down at Lita's plump golden asscheeks, at the cleft, at her own finger wriggling into the star-shaped pucker. Blood coursed hotly through her. She licked parched lips. She pushed. Her index finger sank in to the first joint.
Lita moaned loudly and began rotating her ass, sort of winding up around Sharon's finger.
She pressed Lita's ass cheeks to widen the spread. Soon her finger was buried in steamy asshole.
She bent down and kissed the sun-gilded buttocks, kissed all over them while wagging her finger in Lita's anal cavity.
'Honey!' Lila groaned. 'You'll make me come.'
'Then come! We'll each come a hundred times!'
'First I want to suck your titties again, but differently. I'll sit. Lean over me so they hang out like bells. Please?'
'Why don't you come first?'
'Because I've dreamed of this for so long. Seeing you wearing a bikini, your luscious big breasts jiggling and wobbling… I've masturbated so many times while thinking of you.'
Reluctantly Sharon withdrew her finger. Lita turned and sat on the couch, knees together. She reached up to Sharon's titties as Sharon bent down over her.
Lita's fingertips nudged the dangling breasts. She set them to swinging, then extended her tongue and licked each nipple as it passed.
Sharon's breasts began to feel terribly heavy, as though all the blood in her body had surged into them. The tonguetip lashes were mere teases. She wanted something more. At last Lita stopped them and daintily lipped the right nipple. Her teeth nibbled. The peg swelled and began pumping hot waves that surged all the way to Sharon's drooling cunt.
She groaned, 'That's driving me crazy! When you suck my nipple it feels as long as a finger!'
Lita drew off. She rubbed her palms on the turgid points. 'Sweetheart, I have never seen such long, thick, luscious nips! Let me suck them just a little longer.'
As she spoke her hands slid up Sharon's inner thighs. Her fingertips daintily rolled the hairy lips, then slipped inside.
Her touch on the knob of Sharon's clit was explosive. Moaning, bowing her legs, she began to hip-fuck the other's fingertip.
Lita's mouth yawned now and suckered onto Sharon's right breast, drawing nipple and aureole into her mouth. Her lips formed a pink ring indenting the white tit flesh.
The pull of her sucking joined with her finger in Sharon's gash, triggering a spasm that made her cunt roll and squirt.
Her legs turned to rubber. She was falling. Lita seized her hips and held her in place while ducking under her breasts, down to her hairy twat. She mouthed the outer lips, nibbled, then sucked them into her mouth.
Sharon let out a shriek. 'Honey! Suck me! Oh, suck me!'
Lita's tongue slid between the pulsing labia, laved them, and at last snaked into her twat.
The suction increased. Sharon's rolling, convulsing cunt felt like being drawn inside out. But all sensations were uncertain. She was coming, sliding into an orgasm different than she had ever experienced, one consisting solely of her gushing cunt being drawn into a girl's soft mouth.
Then Lita's hands moved between her bowed legs and up behind to her ass. She clutched the big cheeks. A searching finger found Sharon's anus. It speared in like a streak of fire. Sharon moaned loudly, her body jerking into orgasm.
Looking down, she saw Lita's open mouth press into her yawning, coral gash. She felt her tongue coil and spiral about the walls of her cuntal tube.
She cried, 'I'm coming, Lita. Coming! Suck my cunt harder! I'm spilling out! Eat my cunt, Lita, eat me!'
