"Oh Brittny, I just can't wait to get to the beach!" cried Joanne, "The temperature is perfect. Our bathing suits are perfect. And I can tell that it's gonna be a perfect day!"
Brittny rolled her eyes playfully while looking at her. Joanne had so much enthusiasm and optimism. What a contrast to my outlook on life, she thought. Brittny tended to look at everything in life with suspicion; if it looked too good to be true, it probably was. A perfect day, huh? It's probably gonna rain, or we'll get stuck next to some smelly fat guys or something. She looked at Joanne again, who was grinning from ear to ear, and some of her cynicism started to melt away. Joanne was a very good influence on her, Brittny thought. Just being with her made her whole outlook begin to change for the better.
"Well," Brittny finally admitted, "It does look like a nice day. Maybe it'll turn out to be a fun time after all." She couldn't help but smile.
They loaded up the car with food, extra clothes and their boom box radio and headed towards the shore parkway. Joanne's dad had given her a brand new, candy apple red, Mercedes convertible for her eighteenth birthday. The car was her pride and joy. She washed it three times a week and kept it so polished that you could see yourself in the finish from at least 10 feet away.
The car was a perfect reflection of Joanne herself. She was young, sleek and sexy, not to mention well built, just like the Mercedes. Long blond hair fell neatly over her shoulders and blew playfully in the wind as she zoomed along the parkway at 65 MPH. She drove like a typical teen with a fast new car. Safe enough to not get into an accident, but wild enough to piss off some of the older men driving their Chevys to and from work.
"Hey Brit," Joanne called out, "How about some tunes? You wanna find a good station for me?"
"Sure, Joanne" replied Brittny. She reached over to turn on the stereo and found a station playing Britney Spears. "How's that?" she asked.
"Great, I love Britney!"
Joanne looked over at her friend. Although at first Brittny seemed to always rain on her parade, she had kinda grown on Joanne, until finally they had ended up best friends. It seemed like ages ago that they'd first met in seventh grade. They both had a crush on the same boy, Greg Helmann. This, of course, led to a big fight, which almost escalated into a knock down brawl. Greg ended up going out with Karen, the class slut, instead. Go figure. So Brittny and Joanne wound up becoming fast friends in their mutual contempt for the creep.
Brittny's body was almost as sexy as Joanne's. She had thick light brown hair stylishly worn with a hairclip on top. Although her tits were larger than Joanne's, she wasn't fat by any definition of the word. She had the classic hourglass figure that drove the boys crazy, and probably some of the girls as well.
As Britney Spears and the two girls finished singing their version of her latest hit song, the clouds overhead parted and let the sun shine brightly through. The temperature immediately climbed a few more degrees and Joanne began thinking about the killer suits they had bought the day before in that new store they had found downtown.
"Hey, Brittny, those new suits are so incredible, aren't they?" asked Joanne.
"Yeah," replied Brittny, "They make us both look so hot! Those guys at the beach better watch out!" She giggled lightly, letting the air rush through her hair. "They'll never know what hit them!"
The store was a new one. Neither of them had seen it before. It was just like it popped up or something and they were drawn right inside. The two salesmen there were hot young guys, not the kind of people you'd think would be working in a women's clothing store, much less a swimwear store, but there they were. And they were very helpful. The two girls had flirted shamelessly with them and even managed to get a 35% discount on their purchases. Joanne had thought about getting their phone numbers, but Brittny talked her out of it. Now, looking back, she wondered if she'd made the right choice. Oh, well, Brittny thought, you can't change the past, so just move along into the future.
A song by the Backstreet Boys came on and Joanne and Brittny were off singing again, cruising down the highway, without a care in the world.
Yet.
Joe and Derek pulled the gate down over the back door of their boutique and locked it. It had been a busy morning, moving all of the "special" inventory to the locked room in the basement, away from curious eyes. Although this was not the first time they were leaving the store in the hands of their employees, they now had a lot more to protect than the latest swimwear fashions.
"Well," said Joe as he fastened the last lock in place, "That finishes up our work here. We have exactly a half an hour to get to the beach. The girls said they were going at 11:00. We have to hurry or we won't make it there in time.
"I know," replied Derek, grinning, "Let's get moving then. I've got my suit right here."
They got into their mint condition 1974 red and white Mustang convertible and took off towards the beach.
"Do you really think this'll work?" inquired Derek, "I mean, how sure are you that it'll happen?"
"It'll happen just like it did in our experiments, Derek," answered Joe, "It worked every time, remember? Every time."
"Yeah," continued Derek, "But what if the girls don't react the way we think they will? What if they put up a fight? What if they go to the Police?"
"Give me a break," sneered Joe, "Police? What the hell would they tell the Police? Who would believe them? Stop worrying and start planning what you're gonna do with your girl, all right?"
"All right," responded Derek sheepishly, "I will."
The Mustang sped down the parkway towards the beach.
The parking lot was just beginning to fill up as the girls found a spot that wasn't too far away from their favorite section of the beach. Joanne and Brittny started unloading their car, enjoying the looks of envy from the guys in their broken down old cars. Joanne thought about how lucky she was to have a rich and caring Dad.
They made their way to the changing rooms, where they had to wedge past a fat old lady who couldn't make up her mind whether she was coming in or going out.
"Why do the fat ones always stop in the doorways?" Brittny asked, "I mean, how much brains does it take to get out of other people's way?"
"Oh, Brittny," replied Joanne with a big grin, "Do you always have to get so pissed off at everybody?"
"Not if everybody would stop pissing me off!" snapped Brittny, as she entered the changing cubicle, with Joanne right next door. "All right, I'll try not to let anyone else bother me today. Will that make you happy?"
"Oh yes, Brittny," answered Joanne, "It really would. After all, we did come here to have some fun, and maybe pick up a couple of cute guys. You know, like the ones who sold us these killer suits?"
"They were cute, all right, but something didn't seem right about them," said Brittny, "They didn't look like they belonged there."
Joanne finished changing into her suit and left the cubicle to look at herself in the mirror. She liked what she saw. The sleek black suit really accentuated her tits. They almost looked as big as Brittny's now! While turning and inspecting herself in the mirror, she caught another girl looking lustfully at her. As their eyes met, the girl turned away, embarrassed at being caught looking at another girl. Joanne felt oddly turned on by the hunger in the girl's eyes, although she'd never admit it to another soul.
Brittny approached Joanne as she was still examining herself in the mirror.
"Wow!" observed Brittny, "You look even better in that suit here than you did in the store!"
"Thanks," replied Joanne, "Yours looks really sexy, too, you know."
And it did. If Joanne's suit enhanced her tits, then Brittny's suit molded hers into ripe melons, begging for attention. The bright red fabric of her bikini wrapped itself sparsely over her body, making it a package that any man would love to unwrap. She looked like she belonged on the cover of one of those swimsuit magazines that the men go crazy over.
They gathered their things and headed down to the sand. Brittny pitched the umbrella while Joanne laid out the blanket and got out the suntan lotion. She spread it liberally over her exposed skin and then applied it to Brittny's. After finding another good station on their boom box, the two girls laid on the blanket and began checking out the guys. It was just another fun day at the beach.
Or so they thought...
The Mustang roared into the lot and Joe pulled it into a tight spot between two minivans. They were traveling pretty light today, just their suits and a few towels, with a watertight plastic zipper bag hidden inside one of them. They walked to the changing rooms and put on their suits.
"I hope we can find them," said Derek, "It'll be such a waste if we can't."
"Will you please stop that?" complained Joe, "All you ever do is worry. You make me wonder why I ever involved you in this in the first place. All gloom and doom. I just don't understand you."
"Hey," said Derek excitedly, "Is that them over there?"
Joe looked over to where Derek was pointing and, sure enough, there were the girls!
"Yeah, that's them," replied Joe, also starting to get a little excited, "And it looks like they just got here. They haven't been in the water yet. They're still dry."
"Yup," said Derek, "Those are our suits, all right! Let's go say hello."
The guys made their way over to the girls, as non-chalantly as possible.
The girls were busy absorbing the sun's rays when they noticed the guys approach.
"Oh my God, Brittny!" cried Joanne, "Look who's coming over here. It's those two guys from the swimwear shop!"
"What?" asked a shocked Brittny, "What're they doing here?"
"I think we're about to find out," said Joanne, with a slight giggle.
The two guys stopped about five feet away from the girls' blanket and stood there, admiring them.
"Hey, girls," said Joe with a big smile, "You look really great in those suits. Do you remember us? I'm Joe and this is Derek. We sold you those suits, and, might I add, at a pretty good discount, you know."
"Hi Joe," replied Joanne, "Hey, Derek. Nice to see you guys again."
"Aren't you guys supposed to be working today?" asked Brittny, suspiciously.
"It's our day off," replied Derek, evenly, "We had some free time and decided to check out the beach. We never thought we'd run into you girls." He smiled broadly at the girls to cover up his lie.
Brittny looked at both guys again and started to feel a little uneasy. Joe was hot. Neatly combed sandy blond hair and piercing blue eyes, highlighted his perfect face. He was slim, muscular, well tanned, and just her type. Derek, on the other hand, was a perfect match for Joanne's tastes. He had brown hair, brown eyes, and was a little heavier than Joe, but still in great shape. He obviously worked out at the gym. The pair looked like nice, normal guys. Brittny again began to wonder if she was being overly critical, something that she was often accused of. What the hell, she thought, what could happen at the beach?
"Man, it's hot out here," said Joe, wiping some sweat from his forehead and setting down their towels next to the girls, "You girls take a dip yet?"
"Not yet," answered Joanne, "But I'm game. How about you, Brit?"
"Sure," said Brittny, giving up on tanning for the time being, "Let's go hit the waves."
"I have to use the restroom," said Derek, "I'll meet you guys in the water in a few."
Derek turned to walk towards the building where the restrooms were located. The girls innocently proceeded toward the water, never noticing Joe slip the plastic zipper bag into his bathing suit.
Joe followed the girls into the water, feeling the relief the water offered from the heat. Several minutes later, after taking care of some details, Derek joined them in the cool water. The foursome went pretty far out into the ocean, enjoying the cooling effect from the water on such a hot day. Luckily, the beach was pretty much deserted, since this was a Tuesday morning and most of the other people were sitting in the air conditioning at work. Joe steered them to an area of the water where they would be pretty much alone. The water was clear enough to make out the girls' killer bodies from their close perspective, but it was too murky for anyone not close by to see much. This spot was about as perfect as Joe could have hoped for.
Now they only had to wait. Fortunately for them, it didn't take long...
The girls had been in the water for about fifteen minutes and were swimming and generally having a good time, joking with the boys when it started. Brittny felt it first. At first she wasn't quite sure what had happened. She was swimming along when she suddenly felt her bikini top disintegrate. It just dissolved! She stopped swimming and her hands immediately went over her tits, as she struggled to comprehend what was happening. She was too shocked to scream, and she didn't want to draw attention to herself in her condition anyway.
Just as she was starting to come to her senses, she felt her bikini bottoms dissolve just like her top did. This was just too much! What was she supposed to do? As she started to panic, she looked over to Joanne and saw that the same thing had happened to her! What the hell was going on here? Both girls were struggling to keep their private parts covered and stay under the water. It was at this point in the confusion that they remembered that the guys were swimming right there next to them.
While struggling to keep their modesty, the two girls looked over at the guys hovering next to them and noticed for the first time, the big smiles on their faces. They weren't shocked by any of this at all! In fact, it looked like they had been expecting this to happen! Brittny began to get angry.
"You fucking piece of shit," she said to Joe while still trying to keep her tits and pussy hidden from view, "What kind of suits did you fucking sell us?"
"Take it easy," said Joe, "I'll explain it all in a minute. The important thing right now is not to draw attention to yourselves. Just try to act normal, okay?"
"Normal?" asked an astonished Joanne, "Normal? How the fuck are we supposed to act normal when we're floating naked in the ocean at a public beach? Are you assholes on drugs or something?"
"Don't worry," said Derek, "Joe has something for you to wear. There are just a few conditions. That's all."
"Conditions?" repeated Brittny, getting more and more pissed by the minute, "What kind of conditions?"
"They're simple, really," said Joe, "The suits you bought dissolve after fifteen minutes when they are exposed to water. I have another set of them here in this waterproof bag." He held up the bag containing the suits for the girls to see. "The only problem is that it takes longer than fifteen minutes for you girls to get home."
"No problem," answered Brittny, quickly, "We can change into the clothes that we brought."
"Unfortunately, that's not an option," replied Joe, "You see, Derek here, took all your stuff and packed it up for you and put it in the trunk of our car. I'm afraid that you'll be stuck with these suits or nothing."
"Those suits amount to nothing in about fifteen minutes," replied Joanne, "So what's the difference?"
"Smart girl," answered Joe, "You see, Derek and I live about ten minutes away from here. Once you put these suits on, we'll whisk you to our place before the suits dissolve. That is... if you hurry."
"This is ludicrous!" exclaimed Joanne, "After all the shit you put us through, you expect us to go to your place? Never in a million years!"
"All right," replied Joe, shaking his head, "It's your decision. Let's go Derek." He turned to leave.
"Wait," called Brittny, "I don't see how we have any choice in this matter. What happens when we get to your place? You're not gonna rape us or anything, are you?"
"Of course not," responded Joe, "Once you arrive at our place, you must remain there for two hours. What you do there is your choice. The only thing you must do is take a shower, so that we can be sure that all the chemical residue is off your skin. What you do after that is your own decision."
"We don't have to do anything?" asked a surprised Brittny, "What's the catch? Are there hidden cameras in the showers? Are we gonna be on some porno web page?"
"No catch," replied Joe evenly, "We feel a little guilty testing our discovery this way and we want to make it up to you. So what do you say? Should I open the bag of suits and start the fifteen minute count-down?"
"What do you say Brittny?" asked Joanne.
"Like I said earlier," replied Brittny, "We appear to have no choice. Give us the suits, Joe."
Joe gingerly opened the bag and handed a matching top and bottom to each girl. The suits were identical to the ill-fated ones that the girls had worn to the beach that morning. The girls turned away from the two boys and quickly put on the suits. As soon as they were done, all four of them rushed wordlessly from the water and into Joe's Mustang.
The ride was indeed a short one. By the time they pulled up into Joe's driveway, the girls were getting very nervous. The suits were only good for fifteen minutes and close to fourteen, by Brittny's estimate, had passed. As soon as Joe turned off the ignition, the girls were out of the car and waiting by the side door of the rather large and beautiful brick and stone house. Joe met them at the door with his keys dangling from his right hand.
"Hurry up already!" said Brittny desperately, "We're gonna be standing out here in public totally nude in a matter of seconds!"
Joe slid the key into the lock, unlocked it, and opened the door leading into a spacious living room. Brittny and Joanne pushed past him just in the nick of time as they felt the remnants of their suits drop from their bodies and dissolve, leaving virtually no trace that they had ever existed at all. Derek and Joe hurried inside and closed and relocked the doors.
The girls, still breathing hard from their ordeal, started to relax, until, of course, they realized that they were again totally naked. Once again, their hands tried, unsuccessfully, to cover their various intimate body parts.
They looked around the room and were surprised at the elegant surroundings. The walls were papered in a soft pastel print of some type, with large bay windows taking up the front wall of the room. Mercifully, the blinds were closed, so they didn't have to worry about being seen by people outside. The floors were covered with a deep shag carpet, spotlessly white, which felt like heaven to their bare feet. The furniture was comfortable looking and obviously very expensive. An impressive professional stereo unit stood across from the windows.
Brittny wondered what the deal was with these two guys. They were obviously well off. Brittny had expected a mess of an apartment, probably over a bar or video store or something. This place was beautiful. Why, she wondered, would these guys have to resort to something like this to get girls? Any girls who caught sight of this place would be foolish to let these guys go. Someone, she corrected herself, who wasn't forced to come here, unlike the manner in which the two of them had gotten here. She started to get angry again, but was determined to hold it in. These guys had the two of them at their mercies.
It was then that Brittny noticed an odd scent in the air. It seemed remotely familiar, yet was unlike anything else she had ever smelled before. It was pleasurable, but not overly strong. It made her mind drift away from her current predicament and made her think of more pleasant times; times she spent with her family when she was younger. She thought of her mother singing her to sleep, and felt the warm love in her voice. Maybe this whole thing wasn't so bad after all, she thought.
Brittny deliberately lowered her hands from covering her tits and pussy and stood there, in full view of the two boys. Joanne, also in a daze, followed suit and lowered her hands to her sides.
Joe stared at both of the girls, but he kept most of his attention on Brittny. Her beautiful brown eyes and hair really accentuated her awesome body. She had the nicest set of tits he had ever seen before in his life. Large pink nipples, the size of silver dollars, stood pointing up at the ceiling sat on top of those big, juicy melons that had previously been barely hidden by the brief bikini top. As Joe's eyes continued downward, they encountered a cute little innie belly button in the middle of a well proportioned stomach, below which was a neatly shaved, delicious looking pussy, atop well toned legs and professionally pedicured and painted toenails.
While Joe was busy taking in Brittny's beauty, Derek was absorbing Joanne's. Her sky blue eyes and blond hair were a real turn on for Derek. Her tits were different than Brittny's, he noticed. Almost as large, but with smaller, pointier nipples, upturned as if they had a mind of their own. Although it was hard for Derek to take his eyes off her tits, he forced himself to continue exploring her body and noticed that her soft blond pubic hair was shaved into the shape of a small heart. How cute! It was so sparse that it barely hid the folds of her pussy below. Her well tanned legs and dainty feet completed the picture of perfection. How lucky the two of them were to find these awesome looking girls!
"Didn't you guys say something about us having to take a shower, or something?" Brittny asked, suddenly concerned with the effects of the chemicals on her sensitive skin.
"Er, yeah," muttered Derek, unable to take his eyes off of the beautiful naked girls standing totally uncovered before him, "The main bathroom is up the stairs, third door to the right. You can't miss it."
As the girls turned to go up the winding carpeted stairway, they felt the boys' eyes on their asses and began to get oddly excited.
As soon as the girls were out of sight, Joe stood and walked over to the wall directly opposite the bay window. Picking up a special remote control hidden behind the stereo, he pushed a button marked "open" and a hidden panel opened above the stereo unit, exposing a multitude of meters and controls.
"Is the gas level okay?" Derek asked.
"It's reading 0.28," answered Joe, "That's about right. I'll set it to increase gradually to 0.33 and open the flow to the upstairs bathroom as well. That should take care of any residual apprehensions the girls might have, don't you think?"
"Definitely," confirmed Derek, "By the time they finish their showers, they'll think that we're the sexiest guys in the world. I wouldn't be surprised if they even had fantasies about marrying us, or something." Derek grinned from ear to ear.
Joe closed the panel and began walking toward the first floor bathroom.
"We'd better shower too," he remarked, "We don't want the girls tasting sea water, do we?"
"Nope," replied Derek, "You go first. I'll refill the canister that we'll use later on their car."
The girls found the ornate bathroom and the large two-person shower with matching showerheads and water controls on each side. Since they were in a rush to remove whatever chemical residue was left on their bodies, they decided to shower together. The same odor they had smelled downstairs was there in the bathroom, too. Brittny wondered if it was some kind of automatic air filter and deodorizer or something like that.
After adjusting the water and lathering themselves up, they began to discuss their current situation.
"Joanne," began Brittny, amidst the sounds of the twin showerheads splattering water on their bodies, "When this whole thing first happened, I was so mad at those guys, but now... I don't know. I can't explain it. It's like I can't be mad at them. I mean, I even feel sort of attracted to Joe. This is so weird! I should be fuming, but all I can think about is having wild sex with him. What's wrong with me?"
"Wow!" exclaimed Joanne, "I thought it was only me! I feel the same way as you. I was furious at the guys. I even thought about getting a knife from the kitchen and killing them, but now I feel turned on by them, especially Derek. It's like I can't wait to get his cock in my mouth and pussy. It's so strange; I just can't explain it. What should we do?"
"Well," replied Brittny, rinsing the rest of the soap from her body, "I'm not usually guided by my feelings, but you know that. I think things out logically and never, ever, act on impulse, but this time, I just can't help it. I'm gonna fuck Joe silly! Maybe this will even turn out to be a long-term relationship. Who knows?"
"Brittny?" replied a shocked Joanne, "Long-term relationship? You? Well, I have the same kind of strange feelings for Derek. I can't explain it either. Let's just go for it, okay.
"You got it, Jo!" relied Brittny, stepping from the shower and handing Joanne a towel.
The two girls dried themselves off and put on terrycloth robes that they found hanging from twin hooks on the bathroom wall, obviously left for them. They each used another towel to wrap up their wet hair.
They walked back to the top of the stairs and glanced down at the boys, who were sitting quietly at opposite ends of a very large sofa. It was so big and soft that it looked like it could easily hold ten people or more, rather comfortably. As they looked at the boys, they realized that Joe and Derek had obviously taken showers, too. Their hair was still wet and they were wearing dry gym shorts, rather than the wet, baggy bathing suits that they wore when they entered the elegant house. As the girls began to descend the stairs, they again noticed the strange aroma permeating the air. It brought smiles to both of their lips and, oddly enough, lubrication to their pussies, although they were at a loss to explain it.
"Is everything okay?" questioned Joe, "The showers all right? Do you girls need anything? Food? Something to drink?"
"Something cold to drink would be nice," answered Brittny in a sexy voice, "And thanks for the robes. They're very comfortable."
Joe almost tripped over his own feet rushing to the kitchen, with Derek immediately behind him to help. The two guys got a bottle of imported Asti Spumante and poured four glasses full before returning to the living room and the girls.
Joe gave a glass of the bubbly wine to Brittny, while Derek passed one to Joanne. They made a toast to good times and drained their glasses, which were immediately refilled by Joe. After a few more drinks and a little small talk, the girls were getting antsy and decided that it would be up to them to make the first move. It was as if the earlier situation had never happened. They certainly didn't think about it anymore. Their motives were lust and physical need.
Brittny moved closer to Joe, glanced into his eyes and held his face in her hands. Closing her eyes, she moved her lips slowly towards his until they met in a soft, hot kiss. In a matter of seconds, Brittny had her arms wrapped around his body and her tongue in his mouth, passionately kissing him. A quick glance over at Joanne confirmed that she was in roughly the same situation with Derek, although her hands were now exploring various parts of his nearly naked body.
Not to be outdone, Brittny began running her hands over Joe's nipples and up and down his legs and stomach. She felt a bulge growing in his shorts and felt a rush of excitement flow throughout her body. As she freed him of his restraining shorts, she was overcome with the desire to suck on Joe's cock. This was an odd desire for her since this was not something she normally relished. She grabbed his shaft and began licking and lapping his dick. After spending a few seconds getting it coated with saliva, she took his entire cock into her mouth and began sucking as if her life depended on it. Up and down she bobbed her head, hollowing her cheeks, sucking and running her tongue in circles under the sensitive spot right under the head.
Joe moaned with pleasure. The feeling of Brittny's tongue roaming over that concentrated bundle of nerves made him wild with desire. Each time her tongue reached that spot, he felt as if he was going to come right at that moment and fill her mouth with gobs of his sticky come. Luckily for him, however, the feeling passed each time her tongue moved back around to the other side of his cock, only to come back when her tongue brushed the underside again. Her sweet and talented tongue was keeping him on the brink of orgasm.
Everything was going exactly like he planned, maybe even better than he planned. He looked over at Derek to see Joanne sucking his cock for all she was worth. Derek looked like he was going to explode with pleasure.
Joanne pulled Derek's cock out of her mouth and begged him to come in her mouth. My God, she pleaded with him! Then she put his cock back into her mouth and with one last, long, sucking stroke, milked a big gush of hot come from his dick right into her mouth. It didn't even slow her down, she kept right on sucking, swallowing all the come that Derek could produce.
Brittny saw and heard what Joanne had done and was just as determined to fill her belly with Joe's come. She increased the speed and sucking pressure on his cock until he just couldn't hold out anymore. With a forceful spurt, the come came exploding out of his cock, right into Brittny's cheeks. She swallowed it like a pro, something which surprised her, since she had never before been able to do that. Every other time a guy had come in her mouth, she had gagged. One time, she had almost thrown up, but not this time. She felt oddly proud of herself, in addition to being even more horny now than she was only minutes ago.
Brittny finished licking Joe's cock clean, lapping any stray drops of his come lovingly with her tongue. Then she stood and opened the belt on her robe, letting it fall soundlessly to the floor. Joe drank in her naked beauty, and, even though he had just come like he had never come before just minutes ago, his cock began to get hard again.
Still standing, Brittny leaned over him, offering first one breast, and then the other, into his waiting mouth. His tongue felt so good on her nipples that she almost came just from his gentle nibbling. When she could take no more of this, she climbed up onto the couch and lowered her pussy onto his mouth. As his tongue started exploring her pussy lips and finally found her clitoris, Brittny's passion seemed to reach an even higher level than it ever had before.
Joe's tongue nibbled and sucked and flicked over her clit, while wave after wave of pleasure flowed from every square inch of her body. After a few minutes, she felt the telltale sign that her orgasm was approaching. Excitedly she grasped his head and forced it hard onto the tip of her clitoris, letting out an animal moan that almost startled her with its ferocity. She clamped her thighs around Joe's head and had the most explosive orgasm she had ever had in her life.
As Brittny regained control of her body, she looked over at Derek and Joanne.
Joanne was reclined on her back, playing with her nipples and moaning rhythmically, while Derek ate her pussy. Brittny could tell that Joanne was about to have an orgasm too by the way her breath was coming in short gasps and by the ever-increasing crescendo of her cries. As her orgasm took over her body, she shook all over, writhing spasmodically to her inner passions. It took Derek all his strength to stay in position and keep licking her clitoris. Finally, she pushed him away and tried to catch her breath.
Watching all this brought Brittny back to a state of full arousal. Looking down at Joe's erect penis, she straddled him and sat down hard, forcing his meat to fill her to the hilt. She sat there for a few seconds, contracting her muscles around him and enjoying the wonderful feeling of having him inside her. Almost reluctantly, she began a steady up and down rhythm, concentrating on the sensations that this caused deep inside her body. Although Derek's last orgasm was less than ten minutes ago, Brittny could sense that his orgasm was fast approaching. She reached down to play with her clitoris while still continuing her undulations.
The sight of Brittny playing with her clit was too much for Joe. He had never seen a girl do that before. Sure, he knew that they masturbated, just like guys did, but he had never seen a girl touch herself. It was really exciting and it brought him to the brink of orgasm. Luckily, Brittny's fingers did the same thing for her and the two of them exploded in orgasm simultaneously. After another mind numbing few moments, Brittny collapsed in exhaustion on top of Joe.
Meanwhile, Joanne was getting fucked hard and fast, with Derek on top of her and moving like the wind. Joanne, feeling her orgasm approach, took a hint from Brittny and reached down to give her clit a few strokes. Feeling her hand brushing his cock, as well as Joanne's clitoris, gave Derek all the encouragement that he needed. He emptied his second load of come deep inside Joanne's pussy, just as her vaginal walls began contracting and forcing her own orgasm. Totally worn out from their passionate exertions, Derek and Joanne collapsed in a heap on the sofa.
As both couples lay at their respective ends of the sofa, bathed in the afterglow of their wild sex, they fell fast asleep.
The girls awoke, slightly dazed, in their car, which was somehow parked in Joanne's driveway with the convertible top up.
"What happened?" Joanne asked, "How did we get here?"
"I'm not sure," answered Brittny, confused, "The last thing I remember, we were swimming in the water at the beach and then... I don't know."
"Maybe we had too much sun and fell asleep after driving back," offered Joanne.
"Yeah, maybe," agreed Brittny, "All I know is that I wanna get inside and in the air conditioning so I can relax. Let's unload the car later."
"Sounds good to me," replied Joanne.
They left their stuff in the car and went inside and collapsed together on the couch. There was a hissing noise coming from the air conditioning vent as they sat down, but both of them were too disoriented to notice it. The odor, though, started to register in Brittny's mind, although she couldn't quite place where she had smelled it before.
"Do you smell something?" Brittny asked.
"Like what?" replied Joanne.
"I don't know," said Brittny, "I can't put my finger on it, but I remember this smell... "
"Maybe it's my new perfume," tried Joanne, "Here, why don't you smell it?"
Joanne moved close to Brittny and guided her nose toward the area between her tits, which were almost spilling out of her low cut shirt. Brittny's face was drawn toward Joanne's tits. She rested her head on Joanne's cleavage and inhaled deeply. Joanne's scent was not the smell that Brittny had smelled, but she found it alluring nevertheless. As she looked up into Joanne's deep blue eyes, for the first time in her life, she became aroused by her closeness to another woman.
Joanne smiled and lowered her head so that the two girl's lips were only inches apart.
"Brittny," whispered Joanne, "You're my best friend in the whole world. I've never had feelings for another girl, but I can't seem to help myself. My pussy is soaking wet and I need to kiss you."
Brittny closed the distance between them and their lips met. It was a magical kiss, soft, yet with fire underneath. Within seconds, both of their tongues were exploring each others' mouths, their passion and desire for each other building more and more every second.
They began to wildly grope each other and within minutes were panting heavily. They removed each other's outer clothing and then took off their partner's bras, freeing their big, beautiful tits. Brittny rubbed her big nipples against Joanne's smaller ones and then they took turns licking and sucking each other's pointy peaks of pleasure.
Then Joanne took the initiative and slid her left hand into Brittny's soaking wet panties. As Joanne felt her way around another woman's pussy for the first time, Brittny let out several encouraging moans to let her know that she was doing pretty good. As Joanne settled in with her middle finger on Brittny's clitoris, Brittny returned the favor by sliding her hand into Joanne's panties and quickly finding her clitoris as well.
The two girls masturbated each other until they both needed more. This time it was Brittny who got things rolling. She laid down on the soft couch and guided Joanne over her into a sixty-nine position. Each girl began by slowly removing the other's panties and inhaling the musky aroma emanating from within the depths of their love boxes. Neither girl had ever seen another pussy up close before and they were amazed at the beautiful sight of all those fleshy folds. Joanne bent down to take the first lick and was surprised that it tasted as good as it did. She licked up and down Brittny's pussy before settling on her engorged clit.
Brittny let out an involuntary gasp as Joanne's tongue found her clitoris. As she felt the pleasure begin to rise within her, she guided Joanne's pussy over her mouth. After feeling her way around with her tongue, she moved it over Joanne's erect clitoris. The two girls sucked and nibbled and licked each other's clits, while wrapping their arms around their partner's buttocks. As they got more and more excited, they licked faster and harder. The pressure was rising deep within each of their bodies and it was only a matter of time before they would both spasm in simultaneous orgasms.
Joanne felt it first. It was like a hot wave of passion that started deep within her very soul, and traveled throughout her body until it reached her brain like fireworks and made her entire body shudder with delight. As the orgasm swept over Joanne, she struggled to maintain her contact with Brittny's clitoris. This paid off greatly as Brittny was swept into the throes of one of the most powerful orgasms of her life. Her entire body shook as if she were in the middle of an earthquake.
As both girls' orgasms finally subsided, they collapsed on the couch, rolling off of each other and falling fast asleep, naked, in each other's arms.
The sun was shining brightly through the front window blinds as the girls began to awaken. Shaking the grogginess from their heads, they were instantly confused. Why were they in each other's arms? Why were they naked?
"Uh, Joanne," said Brittny, "What happened here? Did we... ?"
"Oh, of course not," replied Joanne, with more confidence than she actually felt, "We're not lezbos! We probably were changing and just fell asleep. Come on, let's make some breakfast!"
They ate breakfast in an awkward silence and then unloaded the beach supplies from the car.
"Brittny," said Joanne, "Can you find the bathing suits for me? I'd like to wash them before they start smelling real bad. You can give me the towels and anything else we wore, too."
Brittny searched through the things they brought back, but couldn't for the life of her, find the suits. Joanne looked too, but to no avail.
"Great," said Joanne, "We find the best looking bathing suits ever and we lose them at the beach."
"Cheer up Joanne," said Brittny, "We can always go back and buy new ones... "