Continued from Part 1
Four days after Callum had fucked her, Anne had finally stopped being pestered for a repeat performance. While she hadn't ruled out any future repeats, she had other conquests to pursue first.
She'd told Callum it was the first time she'd had sex with someone else without James being there too. He had been there, watching from the bottom of the stairs of course. And masturbating. And filming as Anne found out when he showed her the footage he'd shot on his phone.
She'd asked Callum not to mention it around the others as she didn't know what James's reaction would be. To keep him happy, she'd sent him a couple of photos. The first was her lying on her back, hands gripping her ankles, legs splayed back and open, her knees pushing her 36D breasts together. Her pussy was wet and open, inviting. She added the caption 'In position waiting for you to make me happy. The second was a shot taken downwards, Anne kneeling, her hands squeezing her breasts together, mouth open and tongue out, her eyes almost pleading. 'For the finishing shot' that caption read. After sending them, she'd heard nothing from Callum for a good two hours.
James was working indoors, he'd taken his car to the garage for a service and decided to work from home for the day rather than journey to his work. Anne slipped on her favourite white bikini and went out by the pool. she'd been trying to tease James by walking around naked, bending in front of him, but however tempted he was the work he was doing was fairly important and he had to resist her temptations to get it finished.
Anne moved the loungers away from the pool and lay down a huge beach towel. Wearing her sunglasses, she saw George from next door in his bedroom window, no top on, as usual, his skin looking more tanned than normal. It was a little weird as Anne had only seen him in the garden once. Anne had long since gotten used to him watching her, and knew he'd not be moving from his viewing position for while with her in her bikini. She smiled to herself and lay down on her back so she could watch him too.
She wondered what the bottom half of him looked like. She'd seen him without a top on plenty of times, more than she'd seen him covered up. Perma-tanned, with a pot belly, his shoulders were quite wide. She wondered if he masturbated over her, or just liked to watch. She wondered how big his cock was.
Anne got up and jumped into the pool, getting her bikini wet and clingy. She got back onto the towel on her front, opening her legs a little more. The wet material clung to her arse like it was sprayed on. She closed her eyes and daydreamed. She dreamt George had got adventurous, appearing right by the fence, staring between her legs. With Anne not looking back, he hopped over the fence and crouched by Anne's feet. Starting from her ankle, he traced a line with his index finger up her inner leg and thigh, removing his finger just as it got close to her pussy, and tracing a line across her arse.
Anne felt a hand on her arse and jumped. Turning and looking, she saw Ellen with a hand full of suntan lotion, rubbing the lotion into Anne's buttocks.
"Sorry, they looked really red in the sun, and I thought you were asleep," she said.
"I was half-asleep, and thank you, they do feel a little sore," Anne answered.
"James is at work, isn't he? I saw his car wasn't in the driveway." Ellen asked, "Callum and Mum have gone shopping for the afternoon."
"Yes, he's at work," Anne lied.
Glancing behind Ellen, she saw George still in the window. She knew she had Ellen to herself. She hoped to give George a treat.
"You're wearing your mum's bikini?" Anne asked, noticing Ellen's outfit.
"Yes, I prefer this colour, I do like the red one you gave me though too," Ellen replied.
Anne got up and dropped down into the water again, urging Ellen in with her. They stayed in for a little while, and then Anne climbed out and lay on the towel. She quickly took her phone and sent a message to James. As she did so, Ellen gasped.
"Your bikini is see-through now, I can see your nipples and... oh," she started saying.
Anne looked to where she was gazing. Sure enough, you could make out the shape of her pussy lips through the wet fabric. Anne giggled and pulled Ellen out of the pool, lying her across the towel.
"Yours are the same too, well I can see the shape anyway," Anne laughed.
"I have ghost nipples," Ellen exclaimed, "like my pale skin and blonde hair, they're a very light colour, not like yours."
She pulled her bikini top down to show Anne.
"They are still very nice though," Anne said, rubbing a finger across each one, feeling them stiffen beneath her touch. Ellen moaned softly.
Anne stopped to remove her own bikini top and hung it over the washing line. She held her hand out until Ellen passed hers to her, then stooped and removed her bikini bottoms too. Ellen looked at her shocked.
"There's nobody around, and you'll be uncomfortable sitting in a wet bikini," Anne said, glancing up towards the bedroom window where James now stood watching them.
Her plan worked, as Ellen quickly looked around, and then slid the bottoms down her legs. She had a faint bush of very blonde pubic hair, barely noticeable against her skin. Anne lay on her side on the towel, patting beside herself to tell Ellen to lie too. They gazed at each other for a few seconds.
"You're very pretty Ellen. Would you like to kiss me again?" Anne asked.
Ellen lay looking at her, plucking the courage up. She looked around again, then leaned in and kissed Anne. Anne opened her mouth and their tongues entwined, her hand going onto Anne's hip. Anne responded by rubbing a finger lightly over Ellen's nipple, then down over her stomach and pausing right at her pubic area.
"Tell me if you want me to stop," she whispered.
Ellen responded by opening her legs a little, Anne's hand slid down slowly and softly until her finger traced over Ellen's clit. Ellen arched her back and groaned loudly, pushing her hips against Anne's hand, creating more pressure on her clit, and arching her back more. Anne stopped momentarily to ease Ellen over onto her back.
Knowing she was facing at a good angle for both George and James, she put her hands on Ellen's thighs and pushed them wide apart. She slid a finger down across Ellen's clit, sliding along her wet folds, pushing it slightly into her pussy, watching her face contort with pleasure. She bowed her head down, and took a nipple into her mouth, biting it softly, and licking around it, She moved down her body, soft tender kisses while still keeping the same momentum with her finger. Kissing downwards until she reached her clit, coinciding her tongue flicking over it with pushing two fingers into her soaking wet hole.
Ellen groaned loudly, her hand going to the back of Anne's head.
"Oh fuck, that's so good, don't stop," she cried out.
Anne teased her clit for a while, soft delicate kisses to prolong the teasing. When she thought she was ready, she took her fingers from Ellen's pussy, and slid her middle finger against Ellen's arsehole. Ellen tensed but didn't say anything. Anne ran her finger around it, then back to her pussy, then back again, teasing her puckered hole.
"Holy fucking shit, oh fuck," Ellen cried out loudly.
Her back arched more and more, pushing against the finger, Anne teasing her clit more while Ellen arched, Anne's finger sliding in to the first knuckle.
"Finger my pussy too," pleaded Ellen.
Anne moved down slightly and inserted two fingers of her other hand into Ellen's pussy. She started to simultaneously finger both holes, watching Ellen's face. Knowing she was getting close, she moved her head down and licked at Ellen's clit again. Ellen's hands went and pulled at her nipples, her cries of pleasure filling the air, her body shaking as he came. Anne quickly glanced up, both George and James were still in their viewing positions.
Ellen lay by the pool, a contented look on her face. She turned onto her side, gazing at Anne lying naked next to her.
"Can I do you now?" she asked tentatively, "I'm not sure how good I'll be though."
"Just do to me what you'd like done to you," Anne smiled.
Ellen paused, then pushed Anne so she was lying on her back. Stooping over her on all fours she pushed her tongue into her mouth, kissing her passionately. Their tongues swirled together as Ellen moved a hand and started squeezing one of Anne's breasts, gripping her nipple between her thumb and finger she pulled and let it go, pinching at it roughly. Her mouth left Anne's and she kissed gently around her neck, under her ears, soft delicate touches completely opposite to the rough manhandling of Anne's nipples, which she pulled in turn.
Her mouth moved down to the large pillowy breasts and her head rubbed hard against them. While pulling on one nipple, she took the other in her mouth, suckling and then biting it, pulling it with her teeth until it plopped out again. Anne's nipples were starting to sting at the rough treatment, but she made a mental note that Ellen liked this for next time. Next time. She smiled at herself. They hadn't finished this time yet and her mind was making future plans.
She came back to Earth as Ellen started moving down her body, kissing the top of her stomach while still tweaking and pulling her nipples. As she lowered and thrust her tongue into Anne's navel, her hands moved and she raked her fingernails softly down each side, over her hips and across each buttock. Each time she pressed a little harder, red finger trails appeared over Anne's sides.
Her mouth slid further down until, almost at the special spot, she twisted and kissed Anne's inner thighs, her hair brushing between her legs. Anne started to move around, trying to initiate contact with her clit, Ellen countering by grabbing hold of each buttock tightly, her nails embedded in the flesh, holding her still. She bobbed out her tongue and darted it into her wet folds. Anne groaned and arched her back, then Ellen delicately pressed her tongue against her clit, and held it in place. Anne squirmed under her, still being held firmly by the hands gripping her arse.
Suddenly Ellen stopped and moved her around onto all fours, her face down on the towel and her round arse open and inviting as Ellen pushed her legs wide apart. She felt Ellen move behind her, getting into a kneeling position, then hands on each buttock again. Anne felt a rush of cool air as her arse cheeks were pulled apart, then the unmistakable wetness of Ellen's tongue lapping at her. The touch of her tongue on her clit sent a rush of wellness flooding through Anne's body. Ellen tongued her clit for a while, then slid it backwards, through her sodden labia, and coming to rest on her puckered arsehole. Her buttocks still pulled wide apart, Anne felt Ellen push her tongue into her arse like a mini cock.
Ellen started to tongue-fuck Anne's arse, now standing crouched over her, her legs by Anne's shoulders, her hands still gripping her buttocks and pulling them apart. Anne could feel a river of saliva dripping down her pussy and thighs, mixing with her flow of juices. Ellen stopped momentarily.
