Polly broke free, turned and made a grab for the jug, only to be tripped by Ginny. Then Ginny tried to scramble straight over Polly's back. Polly heaved up and the two girls rolled across the lawn, away from the jug, which had fallen off the table. They were shrieking and giggling as their legs tangled. They clutched at each other as they rolled. Hands slipped on sweaty skin, and Polly sprawled on her back. She scrambled to her hands and knees and started crawling toward the jug. Ginny reached up and grabbed, and got a grip on Polly's suit top, right between Polly's rounded, soft, full breasts. Polly's momentum carried her forward as the knit material of her suit stretched ominously, pulling away from her breasts, dragging downward until the top half of her breasts were exposed.
The buttons that held the top on her ripped free, and Polly was suddenly topless. She lurched in the direction of the jug. Ginny grabbed her foot and Polly sprawled flat on her face, barely catching herself on her hands as she went down.
With a yelp of triumph, Ginny jumped up and made a dash for the jug. Polly lashed out blindly. Her hand closed on Ginny's bikini bottom.
Charlie was sitting forward on the lounge chair. He gripped the plastic arms tensely and stared unbelievingly at the wrestling match. Polly seemed totally oblivious to her toplessness. Her breasts joggled excitingly. Her nipples were pink flashes on her fair skin.
Ginny's suit bottom strained downward. Polly was obviously not about to let go of it. Ginny kept reaching desperately for the thermos jug. The bright print bikini bottom dragged downward, down over her hips, exposing a lighter strip of skin. She twisted half on her side in an effort to reach the jug, and Charlie could see her front, could see jet black hair above the top edge of her suit. Pubic hair, stiff and heavy, was drawn downward toward her pussy in a series of lines.
Suddenly the suit was down around her thighs, tangling around her knees, hobbling her, dumping her flat on the lawn. Rolling onto her back, she kicked her legs and wrestled with her suit, trying not to pull it up, but to get untangled from it. Her black-thatched pussy drew Charlie's excited gaze like a magnet. Her pubic hair was straight, something Charlie had never seen. The straight hairs hugged her thick, bulging labia closely. Ginny's belly was flat and trim and hard. Her hips were slender and boyish. But anatomically, she was definitely a girl.
Just as Ginny succeeded in kicking free of her bathing suit, sending the scrap of cloth fluttering away, Polly lunged for the jug with a scream of triumph, only to be brought crashing down again. Ginny was hanging on to Polly's suit bottom with both hands.
Polly didn't waste any time at all. Heaving her hips up off the ground, she quite literally crawled right out of the second half of her bathing suit, letting herself be stripped naked as she struggled toward the jug.
Flinging Polly's suit bottom away with a cry of disgust, Ginny hurtled forward, over Polly. The two of them collapsed in a tight tangle again. Suddenly Ginny's suit top flapped free, and both girls were naked. They continued rolling and squirming on the grass.
Charlie was out of his skull with searing horniness. The contrast between Ginny's and Polly's bodies made his prick hurt. Where Polly was soft and round, Ginny was hard and straight. Where Polly was pale and peaches and cream, Ginny was brown, deeply tanned. Polly's breasts were large and round and soft, Ginny's were small, almost nonexistent. Polly's nipples were generous and pink, Ginny's were sharp, dark, hard-looking. Polly's pussy was covered by a soft muff of pale brown curls, Ginny's had straight black hair that did nothing to conceal her charms.
Suddenly, the wrestling match was over. The two girls were on their sides. Their legs were tangled, and they were holding each other in their arms. They looked deeply into each other's eyes as their ribs heaved with their panting. Then, incredibly, they kissed. Lips meeting, pressing, mouths opening, jaws working, tongues thrusting and battling and exploring, they kissed. Charlie couldn't believe it. Ginny squirmed her tight, hard pussy against Polly's soft thigh and crammed her skinny brown one up into Polly's crotch. They hugged each other tightly, breasts to breasts, Polly's soft mounds swallowing Ginny's diminutive, dark-pointed ones.
Charlie shook his head, trying to shake the stinging sweat out of his eyes. His cock felt it was going to explode. He couldn't take his eyes off the writhing mass on the grass. It was as tight as any embrace he had ever held a girl in. Polly's pale, soft curves gleamed in the bright sun. The crack between her ass cheeks was black and dark and exciting, her bare back an unbroken, smooth sweep of creamy skin.
Ginny, skinny as she was, was one hell of a sight, too. There was little flesh over her bones, so her ribs showed as ripples under her skin. She was thin and angular. Her bare body was striped by bathing suit marks. The stripes were pure pale white. There was a hint of tan there, too, though, as if, sometimes, she did sunbathe without a suit.
The embrace loosened, and Polly rolled half onto her back. Ginny slid one hand around Polly's front, up from her belly, and her lean fingers encircled one of Polly's breasts. Lowering her head, Ginny groped for the tip of Polly's boob with her lips. Her mouth closed over the alert pink bud, drew it inward. Ginny's cheeks were hollowed, her eyes closed. Charlie had the feeling Ginny's tongue was playing intimately with Polly's tit-Polly pressed her hand softly against the back of Ginny's head, curling her fingers through Ginny's straight black hair. Polly's face was blank with pleasure, her eyes closed to the bright sun, her lips slack with passion.
She rolled slowly to her back, and let her legs slide open. Ginny followed, keeping her mouth on Polly's breast, then pulling away, shifting her attention to Polly's other pink-capped mound.
Polly's head rolled to one side and she opened her eyes. For a moment there was recognition of Charlie's presence there. Her lips formed a silent kiss of encouragement. Then her eyes closed as her lust boiled up from Ginny's nursing on her tit.
Charlie knew, then, that Polly wanted him to watch. He hadn't been about to leave, but it was nice to know she wanted him there. Shakily, he settled back on the lounge, resisting the urge to rip his clothes off and join the orgy on the grass. His turn would come, eventually. But for how, he was a spectator.
It was quite a spectacle. Polly was on her back, her round, pale body writhing sensuously, her thighs sprawled open to let the sun burn down on her brown-fuzzed pussy and her soft, round labia and pouting slit. One foot slid on the grass as she straightened and bent one knee with deliberate slowness.
Ginny slid one hand down Polly's smooth torso. Finding the dark hole of Polly's navel, Ginny probed it with her finger. Polly's gut jerked in sharply. Her chest heaved as she sucked air in through her pursed lips. Her brow wrinkled with pleasure.
Ginny bored her finger into Polly's belly button, hard. Polly writhed, and one hand clawed blindly at the grass, seeking an handhold on a world that was suddenly whirling giddily out from under her. Her other hand was knotted in Ginny's hair. Polly unlocked her fingers and gently caressed Ginny's lean back.
Easing Polly's tit out of her mouth, leaving the pink nipple hard, stiff, shining with spit, Ginny rested her head on Polly's torso. She moved her hand down from Polly's navel, stroked her palm over Polly's soft, round belly. Slowly, fantatizingly, lovingly, she eased her fingers in to Polly's crotch. She combed her fingers through Polly's soft twisted curls. Then one finger slid out of sight into Polly's slit
Polly groaned, her hips shifted restlessly, her pelvis rocked to give Ginny a better approach to her dripping hole. Polly writhed with a languid, burning sexiness. She pressed on Ginny's back, between her shoulders.