Cassandra Lafayette was sprawled, belly down, on the flat rock that formed the floor of the tiny cave. Her miniskirt was higher than usual on her thighs, due to the wiggling she had been doing as she gazed through Tom McNally's binoculars at the beach below.
She shook her head to chase away a persistent deerfly, and her mahogany hair flew around her in wispy tendrils, then settled on her back and shoulders and the cave floor. Tom McNally, seated beside her, caught the fragrance of her hair and felt his rock-hard cock throb in anticipation.
Tom had been studying her legs, growing steadily more excited at glimpses of her scantily covered crotch and the feathery tufts of cunt hair that peeped from the elastic legbands. He was surer than ever that this was the day he would get into those panties for some choice fucking.
The moment he knew that Cassandra's parents had invited his parents to ride with them to Harp Lake, Tom began to scheme. Since he always drove his own car on the trip, it was natural for him to offer to drive his folks to the Lafayette home, where the two older couples could chat before starting the trip. And it would look as natural for Tom to leave them and rush off on the thirty-mile trip; they would not expect a sixteen-year-old to wait around.
He had counted on an equally natural reaction from Cassandra. Denise Lafayette's inability to meet any social schedule had elicited comments from husband Andy and daughter Cassandra for as long as the two families had known each other – almost two years. So there were no raised eyebrows when Cassandra jumped at the chance to ride up with Tom instead of waiting for her unhurried mother to get ready.
On the way up, Tom's hard-on had shown bulkily in his tight jeans, for he had no air conditioner in his car and his lovely companion had her blouse open to the third button, exposing the upper third of her tits to him.
His excitement had not been calmed any, either, by the way the air from the ventilator duct blew up her ultra short skirt to reveal the none-too-thick reinforcement of her panty crotch. The dark mahogany cunt curls crept from the hems, and her prominent pussy mound was cleft thrillingly by the tight garment.
The rest of his planning – up to now – was a cinch. They were well ahead of the adults, and he had intrigued her by describing the cave in the cliffs at the western edge of the property.
Because Cassandra had vacationed with a friend the previous summer – the first summer Harp Lake was used by its new owners – she had been there only on weekends during the fall and spring, and she knew little of the property. Thus she was able to enjoy the mysterious side trip as a genuine adventure.
There was the rusty gate at the county road, far south of the main gate. Then the bouncing, rutty road winding to the tip of the mesa. And the view through Tom's binoculars, when she saw the harp shape of the lake from above for the first time.
When he led her down the perilous giant steps into the top of the cave, she had been a little shaky. But once they reached the mouth of the cave and she saw what a great view of the beach they had, she squealed with joy and began spying on the Ordwell and Cartwright houses below her.
Tom saw Ross and Rhoda cross below them, headed for the beach, but his real attention was riveted on Cassandra, and he saw that her rounded little asscheeks were twitching with excitement as she scrutinized the pair through the glasses.
"Golly!" she said, squirming against the cave floor. Tom took another look and saw that Ross and Rhoda were undressed and wrapped in a tight embrace on the sand.
When Ross began nosing into Rhoda's crotch, Cassandra moaned softly. She held the binoculars with one hand; the other crept beneath her, slowly edging its way to her crotch. Tom knew where it was headed and why. He wanted to grab her and tell her there were better ways to cure the itch she was feeling. But he knew it would be wiser to wait until she was too excited to back out.
Cassandra thought her actions were hidden from Tom, but the slight rise and fall of her ass was obvious as she moved her cunt against the fingers she had inserted under the waistband of her panties. And the material of the crotch soon darkened with the flow of her freshly stirred juices.
She took it for granted that he would be as hypnotized by the show on the beach as she was, and as the action progressed, she felt the need to comment, if only to divert his attention from the way she was finger-fucking herself as she watched. But she was breathing so very heavily that she had to use short phrases.
"They're doing it… right there… on the beach!" she gasped. "Surely Jack and Shelley could see them… if they looked… out their windows."
"I imagine Jack and Shelley are just as busy inside one of the cottages," Tom told her.
"Then my guess was right!" she blurted out her thought before realizing it. "The other couples are just like…" She caught herself suddenly and fell silent. Even her body movements stopped.
"Just like our parents?" Tom finished for her. "I wondered if you knew about them."
"I… I suspected for a long time. I've been sure about them for several months. How long have you known?"
"Long enough to get used to the idea. They seem to be happy about the arrangement. And happy parents are better than sexually frustrated parents. Do you have any idea what frustration can do to a person-sexual frustration, I mean?"
"Yes! Oh, yes!" Cassandra whimpered, squirming on the fingers she had jabbed inside her pussy. At no time had she taken her eyes off the scene on the beach, and now she was watching Ross bury his cock in Rhoda's black-haired snatch.
"And do you have any idea what removing that frustration can do?" Tom asked her, slowly moving himself into position, knees astride her tautly outstretched legs.
"No," she admitted in a small, quivering voice.
"Then let me help you find out," he whispered. His hands slid over her butt, feeling the muscles tighten in reaction to the contact. He found the waistband of her panties and gave a steady pull that peeled them down to mid-thigh position.
For a moment her whole body tensed. Then she moaned and lifted her pelvis. Tom finished removing her panties and rolled her over onto her back. The binoculars in her left hand eased to the floor of the cave.
"Oh, Tom!" she whimpered. "I'm afraid!"
"Don't be!" He buried his face in her bronze cunt hair and inhaled the heat of her flow. Then he licked the slit as he held it apart with his thumbs.
"Oh, Tom! I'm so ashamed!" she said. "I'm all wet there!" He lifted his head briefly to straighten out her thinking.
"What do you think a man likes to find here? It's supposed to be an oasis… not a desert!" He resumed his feasting and she began to moan and wiggle happily.
She enjoyed his tongue-fucking, he could tell, but when his tongue become too tired to continue it, he discovered that she was as enthusiastic about the way he twitted her clit and nibbled it with his lips.
"Tom! Oh, I didn't know… it could feel so good… like this!" Her ass was grinding on the stone floor, making little thrusts upward to meet his mouth, and her virgin juices ran like a fountain in the cup of her blossomed cunt.
"Oh my God!" she cried. "I think I'm…" Her body writhed and jerked under him as he sucked at the stubby bud of her clit. "Arghhh!" Her shriek was sharp at first, but belatedly she got a hand over her mouth to muffle it.
Her spasms shook her violently, and her lower torso jerked so powerfully with the convulsions that Tom had to retreat. He sat back on his heels and enjoyed the spectacle of her glory as she completed her orgasm, then lay there gasping with her eyes closed.
Tom undressed quickly, and when she opened her eyes, she saw the upper portion of his muscular young body as he again kneeled astride her legs. Then her gaze fell and she saw the mammoth cock that was aimed at her.
"It's… it's really going to… happen to me… isn't it?" she said in that quivering, little-girl voice.
"It is unless you tell me otherwise," Tom said, giving her a last chance to back out and hoping desperately that she wouldn't. To add to her stimulation, he leaned toward her and laid the hard, rubbery tip of his prick in the sloppy petals of her swollen cunt.
"I… I… oh, hell! Fuck me, Tom! Quick, before I chicken out!"
He needed no further encouragement. He bobbed the head of his cock around in her pussy juice to lubricate it well, then wedged it into the tight inner lips of her cunt. He took a deep breath and shoved into her twat as hard as he could, wanting to get the initial pain over with as quickly as possible.
She was prepared this time with her hand on her mouth. The hot, sharp feeling as he tore through her cherry was mercifully brief. Then there was a choking fullness in her cunt as almost half of his prick expanded her hole.
"Once more!" he warned her, then drove equally hard on the second thrust. He heard her muffled sounds both times; part gasp and part moan. But he was almost home. He drove his cock into her cunt for the final inch and then rested.
"Ready, Sandy?" he asked, looking anxiously down into her face. Tense lines were disappearing, and she wore the beginnings of a grin.
"Yes! It doesn't hurt… much now. I'm getting used to… the feel of you… inside me. Do it, Tom… screw me!"
He screwed her. In slow, cautious strokes, he worked his dick in and out of her cunt, raising himself to keep the top of his shaft rubbing where it would work the cloak of her clit back and forth over the tiny glans. She began to whimper and wiggle again.
Her hands worked at her bra, tearing the cups away from her tits so she could replace the lacy half-shells with her eager hands. She pinched the nipples, kneaded the jiggling mounds, and gasped at the combined sensations created by her hands and Tom's pistoning prick.
"It's so good!" she moaned. "Oh God, but it's good… having you fuck me!" Her ass drove up to him at each stroke, as if she could not wait to have her cunt filled again with the meaty swelling of his cock.
Her snatch was tight, but she was so thoroughly lubricated with the generous outpouring of her juices that there was little real discomfort for either of them. But Tom was gritting his teeth with the effort he expended to maintain control. He wanted to last until she came again.
Then he thought of something he should have considered before. It almost cost him his hard-on, and he slowed his strokes as he spoke.
"Sandy! You on the Pill?" he groaned, ready to pull out of her and hoping he had not oozed any sperm into her cunt prematurely.
"Yes! Oh God, Tom! Don't stop now!" she cried. And her eagerness, combined with the news of her protection, returned him quickly to the plateau he had started to leave.
He fucked greedily now, relishing the lush velvet of her snug pussy walls as they billowed around his driving cock. He felt the tingling start of his finale and fought to hold it back.
"Tom! Tom?" Her voice was a sob as she cried to him, as if she were lost and needed help. "Oh, Jesus, I'm… Ohhh!" She gave out a giant moan as she started to come, and as her body tensed under him, Tom let go his load. He felt the gushes spill into her cunt hotly and she squealed and jerked at each shot.
They remained together until they heard faint sounds of distant splashing, then came apart carefully. They sat on the stone and looked at each other for a moment as if they were utter strangers. Then Cassandra giggled as she studied Tom's limp prick and legs.
"Did I bleed all that much?" she wanted to know. Her gaze moved to her own upper thighs and cunt. "I guess I did. You really busted my cherry, Tom!"
"Sorry?" he asked.
"No! I knew it must be enjoyable or everyone wouldn't be doing it," she replied. "But I had no idea it could be so… so powerful!"
"It is a powerful mess!" he conceded. He handed her his shorts. "Here. Clean up with this for now. Then we'll try to beat the folks to the cottages so we can bathe before they get here."
She wiped away the smeary stains as well as she could. Tom cleaned his cock and tossed the shorts into the back of the cave. They dressed quickly and started up the crude natural steps that led from the middle of the cave to the big pile of boulders above.
After jockeying his car around in the small clearing, Tom got it headed back down the spiral of ruts that led to the old gate with its rusty padlock. From there it was a short trip to the main gate, and soon they were driving over the narrow lane that led along the east side of the lake.
"We beat them, here!" Cassandra said, seeing no cars at either cottage. "May I shower with you? I forgot. I don't have a key to our cottage!"
"Glad to have you!" Tom assured her. "We'll have to hurry if we want to be fresh and relaxed when they get here. Although it's perfectly natural for you to want to shower after driving up here in this hot car. I doubt whether they'd give it a thought."
"Unless they caught us showering together!" Cassandra said.
"We'll be able to hear them pull up," Tom assured her.
They entered the McNally cottage, stripped, and got into the shower. Tom found his mother's fountain syringe and took it into the cubicle with them. He filled it with water from the spray head, and held it while Cassandra douched, giggling as she saw the whitish blobs of his sperm slide out of her cunt and run down her legs.
When they had dried themselves, Tom was sporting a fresh hard-on. Cassandra spotted it, dropped her towel, and knelt on the bath mat to inspect it.
"You got a close look at me," she said defensively. "Turnabout's fair play!" She took the warm cock in her hand, squeezed it experimentally, and was surprised to find that it was really soft in the midst of its hardness. She marveled that it had been able to penetrate her tight, virgin cunt.
"It's sort of cuddly, Tom," she said. Impulsively, she put her lips to the shiny tip and was amazed at the satiny softness of his meaty wedge which had split her snatch asunder. She let it slide past her lips to rest on her tongue, and Tom groaned loudly.
"Sandy, honey! You're going to have an early dinner if you aren't careful!"
"I've wondered what it tastes like," she confessed. "None of the sex manuals I've read had anything to say about that."
"You're either curious enough to find out, or you're not," Tom dared her. And she closed her moist, full lips over the shaft and began to bob her head slowly, letting the tip of the pulsing prick enter a little farther each time, until it touched the sensitive part of her throat.
She speeded up the action, and Tom groaned and grunted with the delicious sensations she was creating. He became starved for the taste of her cunt, but he could not bring himself to disturb the action while he jockeyed them into position for sixty-nine.
He contented himself with running his fingers through her wealth of mahogany satin tresses, tracing the shape of her moving head and caressing her ears and the back of her neck. She was whimpering around her mouthful of stiff cock as she became physically excited by what she was doing and the touch of Tom's hands.
"God, Sandy!" he groaned. "You've just about got me off!" The thrills were multiplying, expanding, boiling up inside him. "Oh, suck it, honey! I'm coming!"
She felt the first hot jet hit the back of her throat, cling there, almost choking her before she could swallow it out of the way. Then succeeding shots were coming as fast as she could contain them by sucking and swallowing.
But she got it all, and when Tom began to groan in misery, she let the softened dick slip from her lips. He saw that her hand had covered her cunt at the last, and she grinned up at him as she sat back on her heels, shuddering.
"I came again," she said simply. "Does that make me some kind of a slut?"
"It makes you some kind of a woman!" he told her. "All woman!"
She thought about it for a while, her fingers gently massaging the freshly wet surface of her box, avoiding the hot, over stimulated shape of her clit.
"No," she decided. "You made me a woman. Until you tore into my maidenhead and screwed me, I was… just a girl… a frustrated girl who fingered herself when she had to relieve the frustrations." There was the sound of a vehicle approaching the cottage. They both became wide-eyed and started to get dressed rapidly.
When the first car door slammed shut, they were clothed; the bathroom was in order – Tom had cleaned up the only spilled drop of jizz he could find on the bath mat, with a tissue he flushed down the toilet – and Cassandra was seated nonchalantly in one of the living-room chairs, a Coke from the refrigerator in her hand. Another bottle sat by a chair across the room. As Tom slid into the seat and grabbed the frosty bottle, the front door opened.
"Sandy," said Coral McNally. "Do you want to ride to your cottage?"
"No. Tell 'em to go ahead, please," Cassandra requested. "I'll walk her over later," Tom added.
Coral called out to the Lafayettes in their car. The vehicle moved on, and she came back inside, followed by her husband. Durward McNally carried two suitcases.
"Bring in the supplies, will you, Tom?" he said as he took his suitcases to the bedrooms. Tom got the cartons of groceries and sundries from the porch while Coral went to the bathroom with her cosmetics case. When Tom finished his task and sat down with his Coke, his father came back into the living room and went behind the bar. Coral joined them, was handed a gin and tonic, and slid her enticingly rounded butt onto a bar stool. She studied the teenagers as she sipped.
"Did you two enjoy yourselves?" she asked. There was a knowing smile on her face.
"Yeah, it was a fun drive," Tom replied. "I detoured to show Sandy the view from the cliff, or we'd have been here sooner and had the drinks ready for you. We got pretty hot."
"Yes, I'm sure you did," Coral said, smiling enigmatically.
"We were a mess from the heat," Cassandra added. "Tom let me use the shower to clean up."
"So I noticed from the two damp towels," Coral observed. "I'm glad he had the good sense to provide you with a means of cleaning up inside, as well. Not only will you feel fresher, but it's good practice to augment those pills your mother makes you take." She smiled at the shocked look on the two young faces.
"H-How did you know…" Tom stammered, staggered by his mother's casually frank treatment of the discovery.
"The syringe nozzle was still dripping," Coral told him.
"But…" Cassandra offered hesitatingly, "I could have just… used it to… freshen up, as you said."
"I'm adding several clues together, Sandy – including the damp spot on the bath mat. It has the definite odor of male pollen!" She saw the faint panic in the girl's eyes. "Relax, kids. Denise will be glad to hear about it. So will Andy. We've all wondered when you two would grow up."
"Jesus!" Tom breathed, feeling the impending hot breath of retribution cool to a warm feeling that he was not quite prepared to understand. He almost dropped his cola bottle.
"The bartender's name is Dad," Durward told him. "In case you were about to ask to have that drink spiked. To you, Sandy, it's Dur. Come on, kids. Let's celebrate your accomplishment."
As if hypnotized, the two rose from their chairs and went to the bar. Cassandra held out her bottle and Durward spiked the cola with a generous shot of rum. But Tom set his bottle on the bar and covered the neck with his hand.
"Put this in the fridge, will you, Dad? And pour me something with water. That's another thing I learned by observing my parents!"
Durward chuckled as he complied. When he handed his son the icy glass of bourbon and water, there was a twinkle in his gray eyes.
"You think we didn't know about all those times you crept out of bed to spy on the swap sessions?" he asked. "Or that we didn't provide the educational opportunity deliberately? Ask your mother what our swap group calls you."
Coral set down her drink and opened her arms; Tom moved to embrace his mother, and she laughed softly but with compassion as she patted his back.
"That's 'called', Dur," she corrected her husband. "From now on, he's not Peeping Tom any longer. I suggest we call him Tom Cat!"
"Fair enough," Durward agreed. "Now, drink up, everyone. We want to peel to the buff and get some use out of that beach!"