"Kinda cute, huh girl?" I said to Emily, as lawnmower man revved his engine at the far end of the yard. He was going back and forth, stealing quick glances our way.

Emily propped herself up on her elbows, lifted her sunglasses, and smiled a wicked smile. "Yeah, baby. Mama like 'ums," she said, gently rolling an excited nipple through the thin, green material of her bikini top. Emily has a lush body tanned a deep brown, and highlighted by big, heavy boobs that stretch out anything she wears in a most appealing manner. She's got long, blonde hair and clear, blue eyes - the all-American California girl - and I'm built along similar lines.

She and I normally prefer each other's company, but we weren't adverse to some meat in our sexual diet every now and then. I was lying next to her on the big beach towel, and the sight of the hard-working handyman and my sweetie's hardened nipple got my shaved cunny greasy with something other than suntan lotion. I rubbed myself through the eensy-weensy yellow bikini I was barely wearing. "What say we give lawn boy something to really work up a lather over?" I suggested.

"You wanna go visit the treehouse again, baby?" Emily responded, grinning from ear to ear.

I nodded. 

She nodded. "Sounds like a plan. You want your hired hand to lend a hand?"

I thought about that for a moment, then said, "Nah. Not at first, anyway."  Then I jumped up and ran over to the giant oak that housed my little brother's tree fort. Emily and I had fucked our brains out in there on more than one occasion when my parents had been away. It was twenty feet aboveground, so our wicked ways were visible only to spy satellites and horny woodpeckers.

I scampered up the tree trunk steps with Emily right on my tight little ass, and then, once inside the plywood playhouse, we looked down at the poor guy who was chained to the earth, and his job. He was staring up at us forlornly. We dropped to our knees on the indoor-outdoor carpeting and Emily gripped my ripe melons and felt them up while she kissed and licked my long neck, her thick, pink tongue tracing lines of fire on my sun-heated skin.

I closed my eyes and moaned as her hands easily pushed my top aside and fondled my naked, tingling titties, plucked at and twirled my engorged, rosy nipples with her talented fingers. Then I grabbed the saucy teenager in my arms and pushed her backwards onto the floor of the skybox. I covered her hot, luscious body with mine, our big, bold boobs pressing together urgently as we kissed and frenched each other.

We tore off our remnants of clothing and tossed the bikinis out the window.  And in the blink of glazed eye we were in a sixty-nine position - me on the bottom, Emily now on top. I gripped the gorgeous girl's taut buns, pulled her puffy lips down to my mouth, teased her clitty with my tongue, and then hard-licked her soaking wet cunny from clit to crack.

"Oh, yeah, Tara," she moaned, her ass pillows jumping in my hands. "Tongue me, baby!"

I lapped and lapped at her cute, bare cunny, savoring her sweet girl juices, and she spread my legs and probed my own damp slit with her muff-pleaser. "Yes, Emily," I breathed into her drenched snatch. "That's the way."

My head grew dizzy and my body trembled as she swirled her tongue all over my swollen clit, then took it in her mouth and sucked on it. She dug two of her purple-tipped fingers into my cunny and started pumping. Her impassioned pussy work, and the intoxicating scent and heavenly taste of her own dripping twat, soon rocketed me to the point of no return, and way beyond.

"I'm going to cum!" I screamed for all the world to hear.

She re-doubled her already frantic efforts, polished my buzzer with her tongue while she feverishly finger-fucked me. I buried my face in her smoldering gash, desperate to stave off orgasm, used my hardened blade of a tongue to fuck her. Her body jerked in my sweaty hands and she cried out in ecstasy and hot cum flooded my mouth and face. I ardently drank in her erupting joy, even as I myself was blistered by orgasm. We clung to each other's thrashing, glistening bodies, lapped determinedly at each other's gushing cunnies, came and came and came in a frenzy of girl-love.

Eventually, when we'd calmed down enough to remember that we were still on planet earth, along with all of its other occupants, Emily peeped her cum-slick nose out the window and giggled. I crawled over to join her. The poor, lonely green thumb with the burning red ears and bulging hard-on was right at the base of our fuck-tree, clutching our bikinis and stroking the shaft of his weed-whacker.

Emily looked at me and grinned, then kissed me on the lips and tongued away some of her cum. "Wanta invite him up?"

I caught the naughty vixen's slippery tongue between my teeth and sucked on it for a moment, then replied, "I suppose so." I was as anxious as she was to find out just what sort of tool the yard hunk had to cut two horny girls down to size.