the second half of her bathing suit, letting herself be stripped naked as she struggled toward the jug.
Flinging Polly's suit bottom away with a cry of disgust, Ginny hurtled forward, over Polly. The two of them collapsed in a tight tangle again. Suddenly Ginny's suit top flapped free, and both girls were naked. They continued rolling and squirming on the grass.
Charlie was out of his skull with searing horniness. The contrast between Ginny's and Polly's bodies made his prick hurt. Where Polly was soft and round, Ginny was hard and straight. Where Polly was pale and peaches and cream, Ginny was brown, deeply tanned. Polly's breasts were large and round and soft, Ginny's were small, almost nonexistent. Polly's nipples were generous and pink, Ginny's were sharp, dark, hard-looking. Polly's pussy was covered by a soft muff of pale brown curls, Ginny's had straight black hair that did nothing to conceal her charms.
Suddenly, the wrestling match was over. The two girls were on their sides. Their legs were tangled, and they were holding each other in their arms. They looked deeply into each other's eyes as their ribs heaved with their panting. Then, incredibly, they kissed. Lips meeting, pressing, mouths opening, jaws working, tongues thrusting and battling and exploring, they kissed. Charlie couldn't believe it. Ginny squirmed her tight, hard pussy against Polly's soft thigh and crammed her skinny brown one up into Polly's crotch. They hugged each other tightly, breasts to breasts, Polly's soft mounds swallowing Ginny's diminutive, dark-pointed ones.
Charlie shook his head, trying to shake the stinging sweat out of his eyes. His cock felt it was going to explode. He couldn't take his eyes off the writhing mass on the grass. It was as tight as any embrace he had ever held a girl in. Polly's pale, soft curves gleamed in the bright sun. The crack between her ass cheeks was black and dark and exciting, her bare back an unbroken, smooth sweep of creamy skin.
Ginny, skinny as she was, was one hell of a sight, too. There was little flesh over her bones, so her ribs showed as ripples under her skin. She was thin and angular. Her bare body was striped by bathing suit marks. The stripes were pure pale white. There was a hint of tan there, too, though, as if, sometimes, she did sunbathe without a suit.
The embrace loosened, and Polly rolled half onto her back. Ginny slid one hand around Polly's front, up from her belly, and her lean fingers encircled one of Polly's breasts. Lowering her head, Ginny groped for the tip of Polly's boob with her lips. Her mouth closed over the alert pink bud, drew it inward. Ginny's cheeks were hollowed, her eyes closed. Charlie had the feeling Ginny's tongue was playing intimately with Polly's tit-Polly pressed her hand softly against the back of Ginny's head, curling her fingers through Ginny's straight black hair. Polly's face was blank with pleasure, her eyes closed to the bright sun, her lips slack with passion.
She rolled slowly to her back, and let her legs slide open. Ginny followed, keeping her mouth on Polly's breast, then pulling away, shifting her attention to Polly's other pink-capped mound.
Polly's head rolled to one side and she opened her eyes. For a moment there was recognition of Charlie's presence there. Her lips formed a silent kiss of encouragement. Then her eyes closed as her lust boiled up from Ginny's nursing on her tit.
Charlie knew, then, that Polly wanted him to watch. He hadn't been about to leave, but it was nice to know she wanted him there. Shakily, he settled back on the lounge, resisting the urge to rip his clothes off and join the orgy on the grass. His turn would come, eventually. But for how, he was a spectator.
It was quite a spectacle. Polly was on her back, her round, pale body writhing sensuously, her thighs sprawled open to let the sun burn down on her brown-fuzzed pussy and her soft, round labia and pouting slit. One foot slid on the grass as she straightened and bent one knee with deliberate slowness.
Ginny slid one hand down Polly's smooth torso. Finding the dark hole of Polly's navel, Ginny probed it with her finger. Polly's gut jerked in sharply. Her chest heaved as she sucked air in through her pursed lips. Her brow wrinkled with pleasure.
Ginny bored her finger into Polly's belly button, hard. Polly writhed, and one hand clawed blindly at the grass, seeking an handhold on a world that was suddenly whirling giddily out from under her. Her other hand was knotted in Ginny's hair. Polly unlocked her fingers and gently caressed Ginny's lean back.
Easing Polly's tit out of her mouth, leaving the pink nipple hard, stiff, shining with spit, Ginny rested her head on Polly's torso. She moved her hand down from Polly's navel, stroked her palm over Polly's soft, round belly. Slowly, fantatizingly, lovingly, she eased her fingers in to Polly's crotch. She combed her fingers through Polly's soft twisted curls. Then one finger slid out of sight into Polly's slit
Polly groaned, her hips shifted restlessly, her pelvis rocked to give Ginny a better approach to her dripping hole. Polly writhed with a languid, burning sexiness. She pressed on Ginny's back, between her shoulders.
Ginny eased her head lower on Polly's torso, moved it down from just below Polly's soft, round breasts to just above Polly's navel. Turning her head, Ginny delicately probed Polly's belly button with her tongue.
'Oh!' Polly gasped sharply, her gut sucking in.
Ginny shifted her body to straighten it out of the cramped curl it had gotten into. She kept her hand in Polly's crotch, kept twisting her tongue into Polly's belly button. Then, pressing her lips on Polly's belly, she sucked on her navel as if trying to invert it.
Polly eased her hand down Ginny's back, under the slender girl, and located one of Ginny's pointy tits. Polly's fingers toyed with the sharp little button, teasing, pulling, twisting it. Then she slid her hand over and did the same to the other one.
Ginny whimpered softy into Polly's belly and bored her tongue into the dark hole again, twisting her head as she probed as deeply into Polly's navel as she could. Ginny was on her knees now, her body up off the ground, her legs spread slightly, her ass in the air. She was rocking her pelvis slowly, her back arching and bending with the rhythm of sex.
Pulling away from Polly's tortured navel, Ginny slid her head still lower, nibbling a wet trail down over Polly's rounded belly, toward where her finger was moving slowly in and out of Polly's pussy. She drew her hand out of Polly's cunt. Her fingers were shining with Polly's fluids. Ginny eased her face into Polly's crotch, her tongue combing through Polly's brown muff, then wedging into Polly's slit, prying Polly's full labia apart.
Gently, easily, Polly guided Ginny's hips around, then steered Ginny's knee over her face so that Ginny was straddling her. Polly was looking straight up into Ginny's crotch, into its straight black hair and thrusting, bulging labia. Polly's deep blue eyes glittered unmistakably with lust. She licked her tips and swallowed. Reaching up, she gripped Ginny's waist and drew the slender girl's hips down toward her face. Ginny eased her knees forward on the grass, until she was in a predatory crouch over Polly, her pussy driving into Polly's face.
At the same time. Ginny's mouth was working avidly between Polly's rounded thighs, her tongue boring deep into Polly's sweet slit Her jaw rubbed and pressed Polly's mons, grinding her clitoris. Easing her hands around Polly's hips, Ginny pressed her fingers into the crack of Polly's ass, clutching Polly's soft, round cushiony buttocks.
Charlie couldn't take motionless observation of the Lesbian tangle any longer. Heaving himself out of the lounge, he moved toward the two writhing bodies. He struggled out of clothes that were too hot and too confining to be borne any longer. Hot sun and cool air assaulted his. sweaty skin. His cock jutted free, flinging a thick, shining drop of oozings onto the grass. Impatiently, he kicked free of his pants and stalked across the lawn.
He circled warily, raking his eyes over Ginny's lean, brown back and tight, hard bottom. He knelt next to Polly's head and studied the juicy interlocking of Polly's face and Ginny's pussy. Polly's eyes were closed as she worked her tongue in Ginny's slippery folds. Then her tongue withdrew. Her tips pursed and pressed between Ginny's labia. Then her tongue speared out, ripping along Ginny's slit. Polly tipped her head downward slightly, seeking Ginny's clit. Finding the protuberant button, she sucked on it, driving her nose into Ginny's streaming vaginal hole at the same time. Her eyes were less than an inch away from the puckered brown depression of Ginny's asshole.
Tearing himself away from that lewd interlocking, Charlie moved to where Ginny was feasting on Polly's pussy. Ginny had her tips driven into Polly's pussy and was sucking and chewing eagerly with a wet, sucking, slurping noise. From the position, it looked as if Ginny had found Polly's clitoris and was suckling on it with the same eagerness she had sucked on Polly's tits.
Seen from the side, the tangle was a hard, lean brown body on top of a soft, pink one. Polly's breasts were squashed out by Ginny's trim torso, while Ginny's were lost against Polly's soft belly.
Polly's pelvis was rocking and heaving now. She was screwing her cunt onto Ginny's working face. Ginny's hands were kneading Polly's ass, her fingers were prying deep into the crack. Charlie got down and stared up between Polly's spraddled legs. Ginny's tanned face was muffled in Polly's pussy, her nose pressed in between Polly's labia.
