The Wild Party Kicks Off

"I brought some lotion if anybody needs some," Neeka said, holding up a bottle. "If I get too much sun, I turn into a lobster. It's the redhead's curse."

"Oooo, me! Me!" Connie said. "I don't get many chances to sunbathe all over like this. I'm afraid I'll burn."

"OK," Neeka said. "I'll do you, if you do me."

I was instantly jealous of Neeka for thinking of that before I did. But she had a good excuse. I already had the best tan and could hardly have claimed to need sunscreen.

"Down, girl," she thought at me. "Your time will cum. Ha, ha! Get it?"

Neeka managed to turn applying the lotion to Connie into an erotic event. She massaged it in much more thoroughly than necessary and into places where the sun never shone. Connie made no complaints about Neeka's roaming hands and even began to respond to her caresses by making little sounds of enjoyment.

Conversation lagged while this display was going on. Everyone watched and tried to empathize with Connie as she was slathered in suntan lotion.

When Neeka was finished, Connie had a big smile on her face, a pair of very puffy nipples, and a head to toe coating of SPF 15. Her audience would have applauded, but most of us were suffering from rapid breathing and a certain amount of sexual tension.

My room was the closest, so as the second application of lotion began, I ran down to my room and brought back a bottle of lotion and one of tanning oil.

I handed the lotion to Jolene and the oil to Janice and waited to see what would happen.

Without hesitation, Jolene went to Bambi and squirted a glob of lotion on her back before starting to spread it around with her hands. Jolene looked like a kid using finger-paints — sloppy but enthusiastic. Bambi looked at me with a grin as she lay down to enjoy being the canvas for Jolene's artistic exuberance.

Janice offered me the oil and I poured a handful. She turned her back and I pulled her hair out of the way before I started to apply it. I went over her shoulders and her arms and then down her spine to the top of her ass. She hung her head forward and closed her eyes. I went up her sides with both hands and she leaned back against me and turned her head toward my face so I could kiss her.

I did, softly, and reached around and rubbed the oil across her stomach and under her breasts. Cupping my hands I slid them over her breasts, feeling the hard nipples scrape across my palms. She moaned into my mouth and flicked her tongue against my lips.

"You're hot today," I whispered to her.

"I've been thinking about this for days," she said. "I'm burning up."

"Show us all how hot you are," I suggested. "Swing your legs over the lounger and straddle it."

She did as I said. Now her legs were open and she was facing the rest of the girls. I tweaked her nipples and then told her, "Everyone seems to be occupied. I want you to get their attention. I want you to give them a show. Make yourself cum, but do it without touching your clit."

The look she gave me was at once a plea and an accusation. She was desperate for relief, but the prospect of putting on a show for everyone obviously excited her. She started off by stroking her stomach to get some oil on her hands. I helped her out by drizzling oil all over her breasts.

"Ooooo!" She said, rubbing the oil over her chest. I applied too much and it started to run down her stomach. It filled her navel and overflowed it. A small stream ran over her mound and between her lips.

"Unnnnngggghh! It's dripping off my clit!" she said, loudly.

Heads turned to see what was going on. Four pairs of eyes watched the small rivulet of oil run over Janice's clit and drip across her labia.

"Does that feel good?" I asked.

"Ohhhh, yessss!" she hissed.

"Remember, you can't touch your clit!"

My restatement of the rule got everyone's ears perked up. They all knew there was a game underway now and they all knew me well enough to want to watch.

Now that she had her audience, Janice really got worked up. She grabbed her oily labial lips and rubbed them together, skirting the rule and giving her some illicit clitoral stimulation. She moaned at the sensation and then pulled her lips apart to give everyone a view of her slick opening. She tilted her hips back and let the oil run into her pussy.

The sight of oil running into her made my own pussy squirm in sympathy. I aimed another squirt of oil at her navel and everyone watched as it flowed over her growing little bud and flowed into her vagina.

Janice said, "Aaaaaaaaah!" as she felt the slippery stuff coat her insides. I saw her flex her stomach muscles as she tried to churn the oil around deep in her pussy. Her vaginal muscles contracted in response and a stream of oil ran out of her pussy and down to her other hole. When Janice felt the oil tickling her hole, she quickly pulled her butt-cheeks apart and stretched herself open so the oil could trickle inside there as well.

When both holes were slick, she reached down behind her butt to get to her pussy. She pushed one finger inside, then another. Then she started fucking herself with her fingers and at the same time squeezing her breasts and pulling her nipples with her other hand.

"Put your thumb in your ass," I told her.

She obeyed eagerly. With her fingers in both holes, she squirmed around on the lounge chair like she was having the time of her life. With her feet on the deck, straddling the chair, she lifted her butt into the air as though she were begging to be fucked harder by her own hand. Her eyes were closed and she had forgotten her audience in her rapidly mounting arousal.

The audience couldn't have been more attentive. Everyone was watching Janice. I saw Connie mouthing silent encouragement. Neeka was licking her lips like she was looking at the most delicious ice-cream sundae she had ever seen and she couldn't wait to have a taste. Jolene was lying fully prone on Bambi's back and rubbing her body in the lotion she had applied.

Bambi had lain down on the lounger to better support Jolene's weight. She had pulled back the towel under her and spread the elastic slats of the chair apart. Through the opening she had squeezed her large, firm breasts. They bulged out obscenely through the narrow opening and her nipples rubbed on the wooden deck planks as they swung slightly in response to Jolene's movements. The look on Bambi's face was just as hot as Janice's as Jolene humped her butt and her sensitive nipples chafed across the wooden plank.

I was torn between which spectacle to watch: Janice, who was ramming her fingers into both holes and quickly bringing herself to a crescendo of heat; Connie and Neeka, who were almost drooling over Janice and had begun to grind against each other, or Jolene trying to push her clit into the crack of Bambi's ass and managing to drive Bambi into a frenzy at the same time.

I settled for massaging my own breasts, rolling my oily nipples between my fingers and watching my own rosy clit fight its way out of the covering hood to stand boldly naked in the warm sunshine.

I don't really know ho long we went on like this. I would close my eyes for a while to savor my own arousal and each time I opened them again there would be a change in who was doing what to whom and who was enjoying it more.

Connie and Neeka abandoned voyeurism in favor of exploring their own oral gratification. Their 69 position kept flipping as one and then the other would rotate to the top.

Bambi extracted her breasts from their imprisonment and Jolene apologized for their abuse by licking and sucking them as eagerly as she had done mine in the basement of the classroom building.

Even Janice found a way to prolong what I had thought would be a skyrocket rise to climax. She turned over and put her head between my legs and licked my pussy for me. She was giving tit-for-tat, though, because she avoided my clit completely. She concentrated instead on lapping up the juice as it flowed out of me and coated my labia. Janice sucked my inner lips into her mouth and flicked her tongue between them. She sucked on them mercilessly and I felt my flesh swell inside her mouth.

Even though she was avoiding my stiff clit, her nose bumped into it occasionally and I would make a short squeaking sound as the pulse of pleasure raced through me.