"How long've you been there?" he asked.
"Um, from Fiona's navel downwards," she smiled, standing up. "I was coming to visit, and the door wasn't quite closed…" she said, the ankle-length skirt swirling around her legs as she turned to glance out the window. "She was saying about you and Lori…?"
"She went down on me at the pond."
"Seems the day for such things," she said, turning back to him.
"Pardon?"
"I and Rita, we…" she smiled, reaching out to slide her fingers along his exposed rod.
"Ah-h-h, yes," he nodded, his eyelids lowering. "You're not here because…?"
"To reassure myself because I was with a girl? No, women are the exception to the rule with me, but a longstanding exception," she said, her voice softening as he opened the buttons of her shirt, baring the insides of her lush breasts, his fingers shifting against them as they moved down to where the shirt was knotted.
"I've always thought it was a good thing for a principal and teacher to have a firm relationship," he smiled.
"Very firm," she nodded, her hand tightening around his rigid shaft, and she began to open his shirt with her other hand, the side of her hand moving up against his hard stomach.
"You're just an inspirational force for your teachers," he smiled, slipping one hand into the opened shirt, and he turned it against the top of one full breast, his wrist pushing the cloth out as he cupped it, his heel sliding over her nipple.
"Yeah?" she murmured as he caressed her tit, and his other hand opened the wraparound skirt.
"Yeah," he nodded, letting the skirt drop to the floor, and their lips pressed tightly together, his knob sliding against her stomach as her hands slipped his shirt from his shoulders and arms.
She caressed the shirt down his arms, her body arched forward off the balls of her feet to sandwich his cock between their stomachs. Flickerings of light behind her eyelids, she murmured as he sucked her tongue, and he opened the knot of the shirt.
Her tits pressed to his chest, and pulled against it as their tongues darted and slid together. Her hands moved over his shoulders, and slid down to push his pants from his hips and ass, her clit pulsing as she twisted the tap of her slit against the base of his thick length. His hands moved down the supple sweep of her back, and out over the plush pillows of her ass cheeks, drawing her tighter against his tool. Their lips slipped together around the lashings of their tongues. His heels pushed and pulled. against the rich orbs of her ass, his fingertips kneading its center base, the heat from her bog radiating back against them.
She raised one shapely leg, her full thigh sliding up along the outside of his, her heel lifting toward it. The movement opened her slit, and he felt the sleek heat of her against the base of his dorsal vein. His fingertips touched at the base of her furrow,, sliding against the moistness. She twisted her tits against his muscled chest, the burning pegs of her nipples pulling against it. The pants down below his knees, she clutched his ass, pulling him against her as she rocked her hips, moving her clit against his staff.
Waves of liquid heat went through her, and her head dropped back, her opened mouth leaving his, her fingers indenting his buttocks. She inhaled in a slow moan as the wet friction sent orgasms flashing out from her clit, her raised leg pressing in against his thigh and hip.
Murmuring, she dropped her face to his shoulder, her leg slipping back down. Her arms around him, he lifted one hand from her fanny, and he slipped the shirt from one shoulder as he kissed her flushed face. His hand returning to her luxuriant rear, his other hand lifted, and he removed the shirt.
She swallowed hard, and dampened her lips. Taking a deep breath that swelled her tits against him, she moved her hands to his hips, and straightened, leaning back from him a little.
"Let's see, you've been given head today, and have given it," she mused with a little smile. "So, it's undoubtedly time for some balling."
"Undoubtedly," he smiled, and she slipped down along his body, her stomach stroking his knob and shaft.
Her hands caressing his sides, her lips moved over his chest and his stomach. Her cheek moved down against his tool, and she turned her face as she went to one knee, her lips moving along him as her hands pushed his pants down around his ankles. She licked at his dorsal vein, and he slid his fingers through her golden-brown hair, electric heat going up his spine. She eased his shoes and socks off as she continued to lick, and he stepped out of his pants, one of her hands supporting him as he swayed before her.
She leaned back, and kissed his cock's head. Her hands at his legs, she looked up at him. Smiling, he looked down into her beaming face, and she flicked her tongue over his knob's lips again.
"Sure you've had enough head for today?" she smiled.
"Um, let's just say I'm more… up for balling," he smiled as she stood up, and they moved toward the bed.
They slid onto the bed, and they kissed as their arms went around one another again, their legs entwining. His rod against her hip, he felt the heat of her box against his thigh, her big tits shifting against his chest. His hands moved over her ass to her hips, and they rolled over, her legs opening around him as they continued to kiss.
His hips lifted, his knob pressing against her abdomen. Her hands moved between them from his hips, and she curled her fingers around his trunk. His eyes closed as she pushed his knob down over her silky flesh, and into the soft curlings of her triangle. He arched his hips, and his knob was pressed into the top of her furrow, against her swollen clit. Holding her hips in place, he rotated his hips, pivoting his bulbous knob against her pearl.
She moaned into his mouth as the soft fleshed fullness of his cock's head turned against her burning clit, and her hands tightened around his shaft, turning the flesh around and along his hardness. His moan of pleasure mingled with hers, their tongues stretching out along one another's.
Their lips parting, they looked into one another's glazed eyes, and he eased his hips from side to side as he continued to rotate them, and she gasped, her head going back. She pushed off her shoulders and heels, her body arching against him, thrusting her clit against the malleable knob. The oven of her cunt shook with waves of heat as her clit sparked against his knob, and her hands pulled at him, shaking his cock's head against it as she came.
He inhaled through clenched teeth, her hands stroking him as his knob turned against the wet head of her pearl. The come boiled within him, and his shoulders bunched as he strove to restrain it, his groin muscles tightening, the shallows between his hips and buttocks deepening. Murmuring, she dropped back to the bed, and her hold relaxed. Breathing in gasps, he opened his eyes, looking down at her face as his arousal eased back.
Her eyes beginning to open, he shifted his hips, and his cock slipped into her box. Her eyes suddenly widened, her still tremoring nook clutching around him. Her hands opened from his shaft, spreading against his abdomen, and she slid them up over his stomach as her eyes closed to the surges of joy that went through her depths.
He began to ease his hips down, sliding higher into the tightening and loosening of her underbelly, the wet heat quickening the throbbing going through him. The deep corners of her mouth lifted as she savored the feel of his thick length easing higher and higher into the contractions and expansions of her depths.
Her hands moved up from his chest to his face, and his curved to the outsides of her tits, pressing the lush globes together. He shifted his chest, rubbing the pegs of her nipples as he began to raise his hips, then sliding back up, easing in and out. His hips high, the top of his shaft slid against the top of her nook, riding below her pulsing clit. Each time he slid back up he went deeper, and her hips thrust against him, her vaginal muscles tightening and loosening around him.
Her tits and his chest pressed together as they inhaled, their breathing deepening. Their eyes closed as they felt the movements of his cock and her cunny; they murmured; and then he was fully within her, her rich pubes pressing around the base of his rod, his weighted sac against the base of her cunt and the center base of her ass. Their mouths joined again, and she held his face as her tongue flashed with his, her hips rising and falling against his as he turned his rod in the humid tightness.
Her feet pushed against the bed, and her hips moved with a steady rhythm under his. He pushed back and forth off his toes and his elbows, shifting back and forth as he thrust within her. Their lips gradually parted, and he kissed hers, sucking the full lower lip in, his tongue moving over the plump pad. Her hands moved up and around his head, and out over his shoulders, her arms pressing in against them.
Thrusting deep, he pushed up onto his elbows, and lowered his face to her tits, his hands holding them together. Her arms stretched down along his back, and she kissed his neck and shoulder as he kissed her breasts. She pulled her fingernails up along his back, the tempo of his thrusting quickening, the constant movement under her clit sparking orgasmic rushes.
She gripped his head, and lifted his face from her tits to her face, kissing him wildly as her depths convulsed around his pistoning tool. His hands moved under her, and the peaks of her lush tits flattened against his chest. Her hive twisting and thrusting around him, he moved his hands down until their heels were against the tops of her ass cheeks, his fingers slipping under the plush orbs.
Holding her hips to his, he thrust within her, the base of his shifting rod up against her clit. Her lips slid against his, her tongue moving without control. His face tightened as he maintained his rhythm, flashes of volcanic heat jetting through him, the blurring of his thoughts forcing him to concentrate on his movements. She cried out, her face going back as she twisted the crown of her head against the bed.
Her box spasmed around him, tightening and loosening, and the blood roared in his head. Her arms stretched out, and her hands pressed against the bed, her hips shoving against him as the orgasms merged into a runaway train of energy that moved faster and faster, racing on the downgrade, the brakes burning away amid sparks of friction. She cried out soundlessly, her body and her mind remote as her consciousness met the orgasmic rush headlong, imploding and exploding, and finally expanding ever outward into total satiation.
Her sounds, her movements, and the sheer intensity of her release tore the come loose. His ears ringing, his mind and body resounded with the spasmings, his come blasting through him, his cock thrusting wildly. His mouth pulled wide, and he groaned raggedly, flashings of ecstasy filling his awareness.
They lay gasping together, sprawled across his bed, their chests heaving. Their muscles were without tension, but their thoughts were too diffused with contentment for it to matter.
Lori was delighted by Fiona's recounting of her adventure with Wayne. They had debated visiting his room together, but when they noted that neither he nor Ella was at dinner they decided that they should perhaps save that for the next day.
Now, Lori was at the pool, and Fiona took a shower. She put on a blouse, and sat thinking of being eaten. Her arousal mounting, she put her bellbottoms back on, and went out, playing with the temptation of visiting Wayne's room just to see if he was with Ella, or so she told herself.
She passed Paula in the hall, and the girl gave her a hard look, which Fiona tried to ignore as she continued on. Passing Margerie's door, she stopped, and looked in. Sitting on her bed, Margerie wore an unfastened, thirties-style nightgown. Lighting a stick of incense, she was unaware of Fiona's presence, and Fiona stared at the tanned lushness of the girl's body framed by the white satin. Her wide sensual lips pursed as she blew out the flame, she lifted her dark brown eyes toward Fiona, looking up at her from under her long lashes.
"Getting ready for bed?" Fiona asked.
"No, I was wearing this as a dress," Margerie smiled. "Krisi is out," she said, referring to her roommate, "and I didn't feel like swimming, or watching the tube. Funny, but I'm almost looking forward to classes starting again."
"Um," Fiona shrugged, debating as to whether or not she should say anything about being with Wayne, at least before she and Lori had gotten it on with him. "I was getting restless, and was thinking of going for a walk. Want to come?"
"Yeah, why not?" Margerie shrugged, her full tits shifting, and she stood up, the satin fanning out from her long waist, her full, cradling hips, and her long, shapely legs, the lamplight momentarily hazing her dark triangle. "Think I could start a fashion trend?" she smiled, turning so that the full-length nightgown fanned out from her legs and her rich, outthrust ass cheeks.
"Or a traffic jam if you were in town," Fiona smiled, finding that her arousal had not been lessened by her visit.
"You're sweet," Margerie smiled, fastening the gown downward from her hips, the center of her stomach and the insides of her tits left exposed. "This was my grandmother's," she said, as they left the room, the satin draping against her legs.
"You really get off on old clothes, don't you?" Fiona said, finding herself looking over at the tremoring of Margerie's tits as they walked.
"Yeah, good ones. I like the feel of them. Can't imagine why they wore underwear under things like satin," she observed, as they went outside. "Here, feel," she said, and she lifted one of the surprised Fiona's hands to her hip, moving it over the thin satin covering her warm flesh. "Nice, huh?" she said, moving Fiona's hand over her abdomen.
"Yeah," Fiona said tightly, "the satin too."
Fiona was startled by what she had said, and she blushed, but Margerie only smiled, not removing her hand from her satin-covered abdomen. They stood looking at one another for long moments, and Margerie let the girl's hand slip from hers, and her eyelashes flickered as Fiona's fingertips brushed her muff through the nightgown. Margerie started ahead, and Fiona looked at her for a moment, and then continued along with her.
Unnoticed, Paula watched them from a second floor window. Smiling coldly to herself, she pursed her lips thoughtfully.