Wayne and Ella had gone over the class schedules, and she had officially introduced him to the gals, and to the departing teachers. Eating at a table with her in the dining room he had been aware of the girls looking him over, and whispering comments interspersed with giggles.
Preparing for bed, he turned out the lights, and paused at the windows. Across the way the gals talked, one doing her nails as the other put her hair up, both in bras and panties. He smiled at the idea that the girls seemed to wear more when in their room than when outside. Then, realizing that he was as much on view as the girls were, he glanced down at his rigid cock, and moved toward his bed, curious as to what the next day would bring.
In her room, which connected with her office, Ella slipped into her bed. Pleased by Kelly's choice, and intrigued by what Kelly had reported on the phone, she too was wondering what the following day held in store. Long away from any males, the interest and curiosity of the girls had been a tangible thing in the dining room.
Waking late, Wayne went downstairs, and wandered about, looking for the dining room, but getting turned around. He moved down a corridor with windows along one side, and he came to a stop, seeing a naked girl hanging up laundry.
The girl's name was Paula. Waved back from her face and eyes, blonde hair fell to her shoulders. Her flint-colored eyes were on her work, dark brows above them. Her chin was prominent, a shallow between it and her mouth emphasizing the fullness of her lower lip and giving her a certain tomboyish toughness.
She pinned up a pair of panties, her weight on one leg. Her wide-set, conical tits were firm, the inverted furls of her nipples topping areolas that were slighty darker than her body's uninterrupted tan. His breathing shallow, he moved his eyes down her long, slender torso, seeing it flow into her hips, and curving back with them and her ass.
The clothes drifting in a light breeze, she bent over to pick up the wicker laundry basket, full, wide ass cheeks turned toward him, and his eyes moved down the cleavage that widened toward the base of the cheeks, sable curlings peeking out from between the tops of her thighs.
She dropped the basket beside a door, and he started to continue on, but she came back out, a knife in one hand, a chair in the other. She pushed the basket aside, and he saw the carrots laid out before her. She picked one up, and began to peel it. Her shoulders firm from swimming, she sat with her forearms brushing against her spread thighs, her feet wide apart. Her legs long and shapely, her torso curved up and forward from her full hips, her rich tits quivering as she peeled the carrots. She lifted her eyes and stared at him, her expression revealing nothing of her thoughts.
Taken by surprise, he nodded with a light smile, and continued on, his rod shoving his pants out from his thigh. Finding the dining room, he realized that the girl was outside the kitchen door in a small courtyard, and he thought of her tanned body as he ate.
He was a little surprised at having seen only her, having rather expected the girls to be flocking around again, and he grinned as he went outside, marking it off to male ego. Hearing the roar of the waves, he walked to the cliffs edge, looking down at the beach. A number of girls were seated on the sand, or gamboled about in the surf.
"I'm afraid they're not used to wearing swimsuits, what with having had no men about," Ella said, and he turned to see her coming toward him, her golden brown hair drifting in the ocean breeze which pressed her blouse against her full, rounded tits, low-cut slacks clinging to her lush hips.
"I don't mind," he smiled.
"I didn't think you would," she smiled back, and they looked. down at the girls. "Since they'll be back in the classrooms shortly, I was thinking of gathering the girls not doing anything, and having an outing. Want to come along?" she asked.
"Sounds good," he nodded.
"Well, collect the girls you find, and get your swimsuit, and we'll meet back here," she said, and they moved off toward the building.
Ella looped into one of the rec rooms, and found Margerie Wrangell. The girl was standing in front of a mirror, striking seductive poses. Clearly bored, she moved around the room, and she started upon seeing Ella.
"We're going down to the pond for a swim, and maybe some touch football," Ella smiled. "Join us," she said, and the girl nodded as the woman left.
Wayne found Rita and Lori, the blonde and redheaded girls, sitting by the pool, and they exchanged smiles as they followed him, wondering if he was planning a threesome. Their smiles faded when they came back from their rooms to find Ella, Margerie and Paula waiting with him. Paula had been working in the shop when Ella found her, and she showed no signs of recognition upon seeing him, though he clearly remembered her peeling vegetables.
Wayne and Ella walked along together, the girls ahead of them. Margerie had changed into an exotic outfit culled from thrift shops, a full-length gown topped with a large, floppy hat. Lori wore a plaid shirt tied beneath her tits, faded jeans clinging to her ample hips and fanny, the sunlight gleaming in the red hair that fell in waves over her shoulder blades. Rita wore a ribbed-cotton tank top that fell short of her terrycloth shorts, just revealing her navel with its lip of flesh above, and revealing the full, rounded shapes of her tits, her slender nipples indenting the fabric. The tough-looking Paula wore an embroidered bed jacket over her bikini top, and a pair of hip-hugging jeans.
"How long've you been principal here?" he asked Ella, trying to turn his eyes from the swinging hips and fannies of the girls as they moved through the trees.
"Two years," Ella said. "It's an easygoing setup, and academically very good."
"And a great setting," he observed, looking through the trees at the pond as they approached it.
"That too," Ella smiled, and she moved forward to the girls, who had come to a stop at the water's edge. "If any of you have to change into swimsuits, that area over there's private," she told them.
"But where'll he change?" Lori asked, her gray eyes sparkling, and her cheeks dimpled as she smiled, her wide, full lower lip pulling taut across pearly teeth.
"I'm wearing my suit under my pants," he said before Ella could reply.
"Oh," Lori said with a pout, and she moved toward the bushes, followed by Margerie and Rita.
Dropping the bed jacket to the ground, Paula slipped the button of her jeans open, and unzipped them. Taking off his shirt, Wayne looked over as Ella slipped out of her blouse, revealing the top of her maillot, which molded to her full tits, and to the contours of her supple stomach. Stepping out of her slacks, Ella blinked as she looked toward Paula, who was also stepping out of her pants, but who wore nothing under them.
"Paula," Ella said coldly, and the girl looked over with disinterest and without self-consciousness as the sunlight gleamed in the sable curlings of her muff.
"It's okay. I've got my bottoms here," Paula said, taking them from her jeans, and she began to put them on.
Wayne took off his shoes. The dark brown bikini molded to Paula's tits, ass and loins, making the dispute amusing to him. He opened his pants as she waded out into the water. As he lowered them he heard whistles and clapping, and looked over to see the other girls watching him. Ella lifted her hand in an attempt to conceal her grin. Putting his pants aside, he took a bow, not noticing how dearly the Olympic briefs defined his erect tool until the girls' eyes focused on it.
"Very practical, Margerie," Ella said, nodding toward the girl's bandeau top, and a bikini bottom made from beads and part of an old fur piece.
"Yes," the girl beamed proudly, and she pivoted to give them a better look, her dark-brown hair fanning out. The nylon scarf acting as a top concealed her out-pointing, rounded tits, but not their movements. Her belly supple, her full hips cradled her loins, the concealing fur piece not unlike a muff. Her legs were long and full, the whole of the girl's body arousing, but what caught his interest, and what had caught it in the dining room, was her wide, full mouth, her lips soft and sensually formed. "This is its test run," she said with an impish smile, and moved into the water, her full ass cheeks shifting against the slight cover of the bottoms.
He and Ella looked at one another, singed as they shrugged, and they moved into the water. Paula floated on the far side of the pond. Rita wore a dark green bikini, her hour-glass figure making an interesting contrast to her girlish face with its upturned nose and wide blue eyes. Turning in the water, Wayne looked toward Lori, who stood at the edge of the water, wearing a burnt-orange bikini cut high on her full hips.
"Aren't you coming in?" he asked, the others swimming about.
"I guess," she said with a little smile that accented the roundness of her cheekbones, and she waded out, the water moving up her tapering legs. "I'm just not too good at it," she shrugged, her wide, blossoming breasts shifting against the bikini top.
"Anything in particular?" he asked.
"Well, floating on my back is something I can't -" she started to say when Paula suddenly cursed, the water Margerie and Rita were splashing at one another fanning out over her.
"You stupid ass!" Paula snapped at Rita, and the surprised girl pulled back as Paula swung her hand out at her.
"Paula!" Ella said, and the girl looked at her, meeting the woman's angry stare. "Knock it off."
Frowning, Paula turned away, and swam toward the other end of the pond to pull herself out and up onto the grass. Ella shook her head, and went back to swimming, Rita and Margerie talking to one another in near whispers.
"Uh, you were saying?" he said, looking back to Lori.
"I can swim. Not very well, but I can," she said “But I can't float on my back."
"Well, let's see if we can change that," he smiled. "Just lean back into my arms, and stay relaxed," he said, and she turned around, glancing back over her shoulder with a nervous smile before easing back.
His hands under her shoulders, he crouched down, supporting her as he gave her directions. Rita and Margerie pulled themselves out, Margerie's bandeau soaked, as was the fur piece that rode low on her hips:
"Ready for some football?" Ella asked the girls, who nodded. "Wayne?" she asked, standing, up next to him and Lori, her maillot clinging like a second skin to her body, her areolas making dark circles against the fabric, which the pegs of her nipples indented.
"Um, I think Lori's getting the hang of it," he said, looking up. "We'll join you in a few minutes."
"Right," she smiled, and moved out of the water. "Come on, Paula," she called to the girl, who was stretched out on the grass, and who slowly pushed herself up.
Picking up their things, Ella, Marjorie and Rita moved behind the brush that had concealed them from the bank, but which only half-concealed them from the water. He saw Margerie unwrap the bandeau, peeling the wet nylon from her round tits, her pale pinkish-tan nipples standing out from paler areolas. Her back to him, Rita, took her bikini off, revealing the rich curves of her ass. Then he looked down and saw Lori smiling shyly up at him, and he smiled back.
Paula stood facing him and the girl, and she stared at him defiantly as she removed her bikini bottoms, revealing her damp nest, and she turned as she slipped into her jeans, revealing the water-tightened flesh of her full ass cheeks. Looking back to Lori, he wondered if Paula was hostile due to being sent to the school, or if it was one of the reasons for her being there.
Having dried off, Margerie rummaged in her bag for a change of clothes. Rita was slowly rubbing her towel over her firm stomach, her slender, pink nipples standing out from her areolas, her eyes on Ella as the woman removed the maillot. The pegs of her nipples standing out from the cocoa tan of her areolas, Ella's full tits quivered as she leaned forward to push the swimsuit down from her lush hips, and past her dark brown triangle. Raising her shapely legs, she removed the maillot, and she saw Rita looking at her. She smiled uncertainly, and the girl smiled back, then moving her eyes away as she started to change. Ella looked at her for a moment with an intrigued expression, and she began to put her blouse and slacks back on.
Paula having walked off to the other side of the trees where they would play football, Ella and the other two girls followed a few minutes later, disappearing from sight.
"Okay, I'm going to take my hands out, and you try it on your own," he said to Lori, and she looked up with widened eyes, uncertain.
He took a step back, the water up to the middle of his thighs, and she tensed, causing her to flounder. She grabbed back, catching his hips, and he put his hands to her sides.
"Haven't quite got it yet, I guess," she said, looking up at him, and her eyes held his.
Her hands tightening on his hips, she pulled herself closer, and the top of her head pressed against his thighs, her forehead brushing under his balls. His cock tensing, he inhaled deeply.
"What with you helping me out, I should do something for you," she said, twisting her head back to open his legs wider, and jostling his nuts with her forehead.
"Uh, that's not necessary…" he said tightly, his feet sliding out to the sides against the slick bottom of the pond.
"No, but…" she smiled, and her fingers curled in his briefs, tugging them downward to the base of his rod.
"You're not interested in touch football, huh?" he said, taking a step forward to steady himself.
"Not right now," she said, and she turned over to float on her stomach, her hands returning quickly to the briefs. But I bet you were interested in playing touch with the girls and Miss Charleston," she smiled up at him. "I know the girls were interested in playing it with you."
And with that she began to work the briefs down from his engorged shaft. Her long fingers slid over and curled around him. His eyes closed for a moment as she caressed him, drawing his tool free.
"Oh, lovely," she gushed as his prod thrust out and up, and she moved the swimsuit down to his knees.
"Would you like to…" he said with a vague motion toward the grass, but her attention was on his loins, her hands moving over his hips, and down under his balls.
Kneeling now, she brushed her full lips against his trunk, and her hands moved up to grip it. He touched her bright hair, his feet tightening against the bottom as she angled his cock downward, moving his knob toward her lips.
Her lips tenderly touched his cock's head, blossoming against it softly as she kissed him. Her hands tightened around his pulsing shaft, turning and pulling the taut flesh around his engorged length. Her tongue licked at the tip of his knob, and her lips began to slide down toward the rim, caressing him with their soft fullness.
Her hands tightening, her lips slid over the rim, and she sucked at the bulb, sending sparkings of heat through him. His eyes almost closed, he slid his fingers through the hair that was the color of fall leaves, and which floated out around her shoulders as she began to draw his rod into her mouth, her cheeks pulling in' around it as.her tongue thrust along his dorsal vein.
She slid one hand out around the base of his shaft; her fingers moving over his pubic hair as her thumb rubbed at his sac, and the other hand slid down around the lower part of his shaft, her lips continuing to move down around him, her mouth. tightening and loosening as her tongue stroked He groaned softly, unsure whether or not his feet were slipping against the bottom of the pond, his head swimming with carnal vertigo.
He looked down through the water as she began to shift her legs back, her full hips moving from side to side, and her hands returned to his hips; her forearms against his thighs. Her mouth filled with his tool, she kicked back, and her body floated atop the water, her legs spread wide. His heart beating faster and faster as she continued to suckle him, his eyes moved down the supple length of her back, her hips. The high-cut bikini bottoms curved up from the juncture of her thighs, leaving the outsides of her luxuriant ass cheeks exposed, the wet, 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 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.