hers. She was warm from the sun and velvety soft. The feel of her body writhing and responding under mine was indescribable. I thought I might cum just massaging her breasts, kissing her and grinding into her pussy, and I’m sure I could have, but I was craving a taste of her juicy peach and began sliding my way down to it.
I lovingly kissed and sucked her breasts, and nibbled her stomach and abs, before moving lower. While still massaging her breasts, I kissed her inner thighs and worked my mouth to her pussy. I gently nibbled and kissed her muff through her thin cotton swimsuit bottoms, teasing her and getting her as hot as I could before going in for the prize.
I ran my tongue up and down her cotton covered slit until she put her hands on the back of my head, ground her crotch into my face and begged me to eat her out. Her nipples were stiff, her pussy lips were swollen and I could feel the growing wetness beneath her suit.
“Take them off! Take them off!” the girls surrounding us began chanting in reference to Kendall’s bikini bottoms.
I got on my knees, lifted Kendall’s legs straight up so her calves rested on my shoulders and slid her swimsuit up and off, exposing the little landing strip that had caught my eye so many times in the showers. I held her legs out wide as I admired the beautiful view of her soaking wet pussy, full, inviting breasts and her lust filled eyes. I had never wanted anyone as badly in my life as I did at that moment. I put her feet back on the ground with knees bent and lay on my stomach with my face buried between her legs. As it happened, my crotch found itself situated on top of a small, hard lump of sand that provided intensely arousing sensations when I ground my clit against it.
I turned my focus to Kendall’s succulent womanhood and slid my middle finger up and down inside her slippery lips, brushing and teasing her engorged clit as I went. She writhed and moaned beneath me, and I felt her pleasure coursing through her body. I replaced my finger with my tongue and she bucked hard into my face.
“Oh, please, eat me,” she moaned. “Please,” she begged, hot, wet and wanting.
“Eat! Eat! Eat!” all our friends began chanting with drunken enthusiasm. For straight girls, they were really getting into the lesbian action.
I licked Kendall with long, slow, deliberate strokes up and down her slit and over and around her clit as I slid my middle finger into her tight, hot box. I fingered her with my right hand while my left continued massaging her breasts and my thrusting hips drove my excited clit into the bulging sand mound beneath me. Our friends were still talking and cheering around us, but they faded from my consciousness as my focus was entirely on Kendall and the devouring of her pussy.
“Oh, yes, yes,” Kendall moaned, forcing my face into her crotch and grinding harder into it than before. “Faster!” she demanded, and I felt her thighs flex around me.
I slipped a second finger inside her and penetrated her more forcefully and faster as I increased the pressure of my flicking tongue on her delicious little clit. I couldn’t believe I was actually going down on my dream woman. My awareness of this fact combined with the feeling of her pussy in my mouth, her breasts in my hand and my continued grinding against the sand mound led to the most mind-shattering orgasm I have ever experienced. The sheer force and intensity of it pushed me deeper and harder into Kendall, causing her to go over the top, too. She squeezed me tight between her thighs, pulled my face as deeply into her as it would go, arched her back and came in multiple quivering waves inside my mouth.
“Oh my God!” Kendall cried out as the final pulses of pleasure flowed through her body and onto me.
When I was certain she was completely spent, I kissed my way back up her body, sucked and nibbled her breasts, brushed my lips against her neck and gave her one last long French kiss to finish off where