Unknown - Island of terror

We went to one end of the pool and held a countdown, then took off, splashing toward the far end. Wendy was a better swimmer than me, but she was also a lot drunker than me. I started to pull ahead of her, and she grabbed my ankles, pulling me back, and throwing me off my pace.

She laughed as she swam by and I indignantly twisted around in the water and scissored my legs together around her hips, dragging her under. We struggled in the water for long seconds, turning over and over, wrestling for superiority.

Then we both broke the surface with a pair of great heaving gasps for air. We faced each other, our hands linked together, trying to pull or push each other under. I managed to get a bit of leverage by leaping up a foot and bringing my weight down on her, shoving her under briefly, but then she pulled me under again too.

We both laughed like idiots when we popped up again. "Not fair!" she complained. "You've got more ballast than me," she reached down and pinched my right nipple between her fingers, yanking on it as I yelped in protest.

I knocked her hand away and rubbed at my sore breasts grumpily.

"Flatsy," I sniffed. She wasn't really, she had nice cone shaped breasts, if a little on the modest side, but they were certainly smaller than my bigger rounded ones.

"Want me to kiss it and make it better?" That was a normal enough snotty remark from her, but there was something in her voice that made me choke back the normal response and stare at her.

She moved over right next to me and stared at me from only a foot or so away. We were both standing in water up to our lower chests. She moved closer as I stood there uncertainly. She wasn't smiling anymore. Then her hand reached down to my wounded breast and cupped it gently. I flinched, and my hand moved up to knock hers away, but stopped inches away.

Her other hand cupped my other breast, and she began squeezing them both very softly. Then she leaned over and brought her mouth to the nipple she'd pinched. Her lips closed around it and she sucked lightly. Her tongue slid back and forth on the little bud, and I could almost feel it, and my breasts hardening.

For long seconds her mouth slid round and round my nipple, suckling, licking, nibbling. Her hands were still on both breasts, and she was stroking my right breast, while squeezing my left, which held her mouth.

I shuddered, a hot flush moving through my body, as that hot, dark center between my legs started to burn with lust. I stood there, unmoving, my hands limp at my sides, as Wendy worked her mouth over one, then the other breast, mouthing the nipples, sucking, sliding her tongue over and over the smooth, soft breast flesh.

She straightened, and we looked deep into each other's eyes. Both of us were breathing hard, uncertain of the other. Then she kissed me. At first it was soft, as soft as air sliding across my lips. Then as seconds passed and I didn't scream or push her away, her lips moved more hungrily, pressed against mine more demandingly.

Her hands slid around my back and shoulders and hugged me against her. Our bodies moved together, all wet and dripping and warm from our excitement and exertion. Her breasts were firm and at the same time, incredibly soft. Her pointy little nipples dug painlessly into the tender skin of my rounded orbs.

My own nipples were rock-hard, and stiffened even more as they rubbed and ground against her breasts. Her tongue shot into my mouth, and twined with my own as her hands slid up and down my back with desperate urgency.

Then I gasped as her hands moved down onto my buttocks. Each of her hands cupped and squeezed one of my silky smooth ass cheeks, pulling my loins up against her own, lifting my feet off the bottom of the pool.

My body was growing hotter and hotter, my mind a turmoil of carnal thoughts and feelings. My arms moved around her, my hands sliding up and down her back, wanting to feel the softness of her skin.

My legs came up and slid around her, and her hands slid down my ass to hold me up against her, there in the water. I felt my cunt rub against her belly as I gripped her tight against me, and a shiver passed up my spine.

Our breasts were flattened against each other, the mammary meat crushing and mashing back and forth. Our lips were sliding around together with fierce energy, our tongues darting and dancing back and forth between each other's mouths.

She walked over to the edge of the pool, still carrying me, still locked in a tight soulful embrace. Her strong arms lifted me higher, out of the water, setting me back on the edge of the pool. I unwound my legs and arms from her and sat back, my legs dangling in the water.

Wendy pushed my legs wide open, shoving them far apart, so I couldn't balance my drunken self and had to lay back on my back. She stared into my crotch, and a hot flush of embarrassment surged through me at such intimacy. Then I gave a strangled gasp as her tongue slid up along the length of my lightly furred slit.

My back arched, and my legs twitched and jerked on the hard concrete. Her tongue dipped deeper, sliding upwards, digging into my labia, finding my clit. She lapped at it, holding me open as she worked her tongue expertly, driving me shivering and shaking into a tremendous, mind shattering cum.

I twitched and flopped there on the concrete, my head twisting back an forth as my body poured out energy. Hot flooding sexual stimuli sped through my body, setting my nerve endings to jingling and spasming. My hands came up of their own volition, and seized my aching breasts, squeezing repeatedly.

Wendy's tongue buzzed across my clit, then slowly worked its way down along my slit. Up and down it moved as her fingers rubbed over my clit, and dipped in and out of my cunthole. Deeper and deeper they moved, two fingers, fucking my cunt box, stabbing into me to the knuckles.

I came again, even more intensely than the first time. I whimpered in denial as the floodgates opened inside me and a massive tidal rush of ecstatic sexual power rushed forth, enveloping my body from top to bottom in an electrifying roar of sensations.

I think I passed out. I'm not sure. I opened my eyes though, to find Wendy lying beside me, propped up on her elbow, smiling tiredly.

"Wendy…" I started, then couldn't think of anything else to say. She leaned forward and kissed me again, very gently. Then she got up, gathering our clothes together, and holding out a hand for me. I got up and followed her into the sleeping house.

Needless to say, we hadn't gotten much sleep that night. We'd gone on till the sun rose, licking, kissing, loving each other's bodies. It had only happened once, probably because we were both drunk, and on an emotional high. We hadn't even talked about it since then. Still, we were the best of friends now.

Wendy was sitting next to the window, with me beside her and Penny on my right. Across the aisle was Annie, by the other window, then Cathy, with her long brown hair and narrow face, then poor Heather, five feet soaking wet, if she was lucky, and another easy target for Annie to bully.

Holly and Kelly were behind us, twin red headed sisters who did everything together. Behind Annie and the others was Carolyn and Amy. Carolyn was the intellectual of us all, one of the goody goodies. She had short brown hair and wore big round glasses. She got straight A's and knew everything about everything.

Amy was a Carolyn wannabe, imitating her heroine, in studiousness and demeanor. They both dressed conservatively enough for a Catholic school, and acted like teachers pets. They were probably the only two going on this trip who were actually hoping to be educated.

Hours later, after even Annie had gotten tired of talking, we landed in Malaysia. We trotted across the tarmac to another plane, this one a small water landing propeller model. There was a man wearing a uniform standing outside the little door, frowning at us.