Morris DeCat - Sweet Virgin_s Caress

"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.