Date: Sun, 16 Jan 2000 05:05:50 -0800 (PST) From: Selena Anders Subject: margaret-25 I was awakened on Wednesday morning in the pleasantest of ways, with Zeta having breakfast between my thighs, and as soon as she saw that my eyes were open she crawled up on top of me to share my pussy nectar lip to lip. Unfortunately, she had work to do, getting her sales area set up. So we reluctantly parted company, and I promised to drop by and see her display. The sun was well up in the sky as I crossed the huge terrace toward my room. I hadn't even been inside room 467 yet, but I assumed the others had slept there overnight. It turned out that I was 2/3 right. Elizabeth and Alixia were up and just emerging from the shower as I entered. Realizing that I probably smelled of last night's seafood and cum, I headed for the shower myself, and asked Ali to scrub my back. Ali's fingers felt delicious as she massaged my scalp vigorously while shampooing my hair. As she moved down to my shoulders, then reached around to soap my tits, I asked where Jessie was. "Oh Miss Margaret!" she responded with an extra pinch of my nipples, which made me gasp in pleasure, "We thought Jessie was with you!" "When did she go out?" I asked as Ali's soapy hands slid around to my ass. "At about 11." Ali knelt behind me to spread the cheeks of my ass, "and we thought she was going to visit that lady Zeta with you." "Oh dear!" I gasped as Ali's soapy finger slid up into my anus. "Quick! We'll have to go find her! "Yes, Miss Margaret. I'll try to be quick!" It turned out that Ali's idea of being quick was to spread my legs so she could reach through and furiously finger-fuck my cunt as well as my ass. In less than a minute I was desperately gripping the taps for support as my cum mixed with the soap that Ali was applying to my thighs. She quickly rinsed me off and dried me, and when I returned from the bathroom, Elizabeth handed me a flower-print bikini bottom and a beach cover-up in the same pattern. "It's going to be a scorcher today, Mom." Liz told me. "Don't get yourself burned." So I ran outside, and headed for the front desk to ask if they had any information on Jessie. But before I could get there my eyes were drawn to a terrace table under a huge beach umbrella. Under it sat my errant daughter and that sexy computer girl Alondra from the airline. "Jessie! You worried me! Where have you been?" I slid into a chair between the two of them. "Sorry Mom, I didn't mean to panic you, and I really was going to come to visit with your friend Zeta, but when I got there and I was just about to knock on the door, I heard some noises that sounded like you two wouldn't want to be interrupted." Of course I had to admit the possibility, since Zeta and I weren't exactly silent last night, so I asked, "So where were you?" and this is the story my daughter told me about her night. "Well, once I decided not to barge in on your evening with Zeta, I just sort of wandered for a bit. It was really warm outside, and the moon was almost full, and here you can see all the stars really clearly, not like in the city. But I could tell that it would be even nicer down the beach, away from the terrace lights, so I decided to go for a stroll. I just had on this little beach-wrap and thong bikini bottom, but it wasn't chilly at all. You have to check out the sand here, Mom. It's all made of crushed coral, and it's as fine as baby-powder. I walked right along the top edges of where the waves came swishing up on the shore, and as the hotel lights dimmed in the distance it was just me and the sea, the sand and the stars. It was so cool. Something that looked like a white rock on the beach moved. At first I couldn't tell what it was, but as I approached I could tell it was Alondra's white tank top I was seeing in the moonlight. She was just sitting there on a towel on the white sand, staring at the glittering path of moonlight on the ocean. Every few seconds she would slowly gather a handful of sand and throw it at the moon, then watch it fall in a fine haze at her toes. I must have been about 15 feet from Alondra when she looked over at me. "Oh, hi." she said, but she didn't seem too happy to see me. So I sat down beside her and asked what was wrong. It turned out mostly that she was just lonely. I mean, we came here with each other, to meet with a zillion other people at the convention, but Alondra is just supposed to check out electric generators and voltages and stuff like that to make sure she can make airline computers run. The airline got her an OK hotel, but it isn't this pleasure-palace, so she was just sitting out on the beach with a thermal bag of beers and staring at the moon. So I told her, "Well, you don't really have to be alone. You've got me." Alondra didn't seem to know what to say, so she said, "Want a beer?" I accepted, and she got one out of her little thermos bag, and twisted the top off the bottle. She was about to get out another for herself, but I stopped her. "Leave it in the ice." I told her. "We can share this one." So we just sat there for a while, sharing the sight of sand and sea, and the moonbeam that always pointed straight at us. Somehow my arm wrapped itself around her shoulders, and hers curved around my waist. Our heads leaned together until the beer bottle only had to move a few inches from lip to lip, and when the beer was gone it seemed only natural for our lips to share each other as well. As our lips parted from their first kiss, Alondra whispered, "You know the other day when you grabbed my tits in that washroom in Miami? I really did like it." You mean like this?" I asked as my hand closed on her tight tank top and my lips pressed again on hers. We must have spent ages, just exploring each other's lips and tongues, while I felt Alondra's nipples get so hard under her top. We had all night, and neither of us was in a hurry. That is until Alondra started to moan things like, "Suck me. Suck my tits!" Still I took my time, kissing my way down her throat while my hand untied the spaghetti straps of her top behind her neck. By the time my lips and tongue made their way back up the magical mountains of her massive mammaries, she was lying on her back on the towel with her top all bunched up around her middle, and her hard little nipples were reaching for the starry sky. I just put out my tongue, and let it simply rest on the hard brown nub atop Alondra's right breast. She started to breathe funny, just short little gasps like "Ah! Ah! Ah!" while my right hand played with her left nipple so it wouldn't feel left out. Mom, you should have seen Alondra's face there in the moonlight. Her eyes were closed and her brain was either in the stars or in her tits, I couldn't tell which. She was soooo beautiful! She was wearing a mini-skirt the color of lime sherbet, and as I sucked on her tits it was easy for my left hand to reach down to her knees, so I started just doing little soft doodle-designs with my fingertips on her inner thighs. Alondra parted her knees only slightly at first, so that as I played with the tender flesh of one thigh, her other was always brushing against the back of my hand. As I kept on playing farther and farther up her thighs, she kept on parting them just enough so one hand could kind of touch both sides at once. Alondra's little "Ah! Ah! Ah!' thing started getting louder, and all of a sudden she spread her legs really wide, so there was only one place for my hand to go if I was going to keep touching both thighs at once. So I cupped my hand over her mound, and found that she was wearing those really ultra-soft cotton panties like Rita wears, and they were soaked! "Yes! Please!" she whispered in the same high-pitched breathy voice, "Please!" Well, Mom, it was obvious that we'd gone too far to turn back, so I put a finger on her lips and whispered, "Wait just a second." Then I stopped sucking those great tits of hers, and got to my feet. I looked down at Alondra, lying on her towel with her top and her skirt all bunched up around her waist, and her saturated panties glistening in the moonlight, and it was like she was some kind of lust-goddess or something. With a single step I moved to stand over top of her, casting my moon-shadow along her body. Then I slowly untied the sash of my cover-up, and let it slide down to land between her knees. Without the robe, the moon shone right between my legs onto Alondra's face, so I could tell that she was seeing the moon crowned by my pussy. With the moon behind me, Alondra probably couldn't see the wicked grin on my face, as slowly she sat up, reaching first with one hand and then with two to untie the strings at the side of my thong. Her legs folded into a half-lotus position as she tugged the knots out of those strings, and my last bit of clothing brushed down across her bare boobs to land in her lap. Of course, that left Alondra with her face in my crotch, and I just stood there over her with my legs parted, waiting. I didn't have to wait long. I felt her fingers begin to glide lightly up the backs of my shins and thighs until they came to rest firmly gripping my ass cheeks. Then, ever so slowly, her lips blended with my lips, and her face almost melted into my pussy. Heck, Mom! I knew Alondra wanted me to fuck her and suck her, and she wanted it real bad! But that wonderful slow tongue treatment she gave me was like a gift, postponing her pleasure for mine. There wasn't a single part of my pussy lips that she didn't take into her mouth and slide her rich wet tongue over, back and forth, slowly and sensuously. In between, her tongue kept returning to my well of pleasure to catch my dripping fuck-juices, and when she finally got to my clit I couldn't help exploding all over her face. I just grabbed her hair for balance and leaned back and stared at the stars as I came and came. My legs got all rubbery, so gradually I sank down, smearing Alondra's boobs with my wet cunt until I was sitting in her lap. We kissed again, but it wasn't a tender exploratory kiss like before. It was a demanding, aggressive "Fuck-me!" kind of kiss, with Alondra's tongue jabbing hard into my mouth. And I was anxious to oblige! As gently as I could, I disengaged from Alondra's hungry mouth and pushed her down on her back again. The second I gripped the waistband of her skirt, she cooperated by raising her hips so I could swiftly pull skirt, top, and finally her panties down to her knees. Then by lifting her feet high in the air I slid them all to her feet and off in one motion. I paused. Slowly my eyes moved down (up?) Alondra's lovely legs until they came to rest on her firm ass. I licked my lips; she looked so tasty. But she was in my shadow, and I wanted to see her pussy in the moonlight, so I quickly scrambled around until I was on top of her in a 69. Gently I lifted her knees high and wide to expose her cunt to the moon as it was gradually settling toward the western sea. Tiny droplets of girl-juice in her pale pubes made that neat triangle glitter, pointing toward her slit as if to announce "Here Jessie! Lick here!" So naturally I obeyed. I plunged my face recklessly into Alondra's wet, anxious cunt, and was rewarded by some of the sweetest girl cream I ever tasted. (although cum to think of it, the sweetest I ever tasted is usually whatever I'm licking at the moment!) I started jabbing my tongue deep into her vagina, trying to lap up all her wonderful juices like a cat. She seemed to really like that, and I heard her whimper something like "Yes! In!" That fit in with my plans just fine, and I slid the index finger of each hand into her hole. She felt firm and strong inside, yet as I tugged her hole open, it expanded easily, letting the moon penetrate deep into her cunt. The sight was so lush and, just, well, exquisite, that I just stopped and stared. It was like a moment frozen in time as neither of us moved. Then slowly, it was so cool! I could see Alondra's hole just filling up with fluid until it was all around my fingers, then started to overflow and run down the crack of her ass. The idea that some of that nectar might disappear into the towel and be wasted finally made me move again, and I plunged my face back down between my lover's firm thighs. "More! In!" Alondra cried out, so I added the middle fingers of each hand, and could hold her entrance even wider. She squirmed and bucked, obviously straining for the world's record orgasm as she yelled, "More!" I could feel her powerful cunt muscles contracting on my fingers, almost crushing them together as she emitted another gush of girl-juice, then releasing the pressure as she again demanded "More! In!" I had to come up for a quick breath of air, and the moonlight glinted off of something shiny. Quickly I reached out with my right hand and grabbed the discarded beer bottle and wiped it carefully on my beach wrap that still lay where it had fallen between Alondra's knees. Her cunt gave another crushing spasm on the fingers of my left hand, then loosened again. In that moment of relaxation, I slipped the base of the bottle into her vagina. "Yes! Fuck Me Hard!" Alondra went berserk, thrashing around like a madwoman as my tongue shifted its attention to her clitoris. Gripping the neck of the bottle, I granted her request to fuck her hard. Holding her clit between my teeth, I lashed my tongue back and forth across it while I slid the bottle in and out of her cunt. I didn't want to hurt her, but Alondra demanded "Harder!" and when I complied it was just a matter of holding on for dear life while she thrashed around in her climax. Finally her whole body went rigid, just quiverring slightly with her hips raised toward my lips, the beer bottle, and the moon. I let go of the bottle, and with an amazing contraction of her pussy muscles, Alondra expelled it from her cunt, to land with a soft thunk on the towel between her thighs. I picked it up and got myself turned around to lie beside her as we shared the taste of the outside of that bottle, and then we shared the contents of another cold one before we fell asleep in each other's arms. We were awakened this morning by the sound of a little girl giggling. The sun was up, but we were still in the shade of the palm trees. I managed to open my eyes and peered at this kid of about 11 or 12, staring down at us. "Hi!" she said with way too much energy for that early in the morning, "Are you two lovers?" "None of your business, kid." I growled, then leaned over to kiss Alondra. Her eyes fluttered open, and I suggested that we rinse off in the ocean, then let ourselves dry off as we walked back to the hotel. She thought that was a great idea, and we tried to ignore the kid as she danced around us. "I bet you are!" the girl giggled. "I bet you're lesbians! When I grow up I'm gonna be a lesbian too!" We waded into the ocean until we were up to our necks, and helped each other rinse off, with careful attention to places where our juices might have dried overnight. At least we were in water too deep for the kid to follow, and we left her playing in the shallows. When we were feeling refreshed we walked out of the water hand in hand, gathered up our stuff, and headed back to the hotel here with the pixie dancing around behind us. Once we got to the terrace she disappeared, and we were dry enough to put our clothes back on, so here we are!"