"I have a surprise for you, darling," Gwen told her daughter as they dawdled over a late-morning breakfast.
Cathy stirred her coffee uncuriously. "They want you to turn your article into a full-length book?" she suggested in a flat voice.
"Wish they would," Gwen mused. "We could always use some extra money. Actually, though, I finished it last night after you went off to bed so early, just like the little girl who had a busy day. Maybe tonight I'll rewrite the conclusion. Parts of it still don't satisfy me. But for now, the script goes into an envelope for a well-deserved rest. So, what would you like to do today? It all belongs to us.
She wasn't prepared for the stunned look she saw on Cathy's face. My God, Gwen thought. It's almost as if she doesn't want to spend any time with ma Surely I can't be such a poor second to that girl from down the beach. "Is something wrong, dear?" she asked in concern.
Cathy shook her head. "No," she said tonelessly. If I live to be as old as Methusaleh, I will not understand children, Gwen fumed. My daughter, eighteen and beautiful, and we're like strangers. She knew that part of it was her own fault. She had left Cathy to the care of strangers during the most
difficult years a young girl could face, but what else could she have done? If she hadn't gone off on the assignments handed out by the magazine, there wouldn't have been enough money to give a young girl a proper upbringing. And she certainly couldn't have taken Cathy along. No, she had done the only suitable thing-she had found good schools for her daughter, and she had gone out to earn them both a living.
It was all going to be different now, of course. The D.C. job would insure them a home together, their first in nine years, and they had all the time in the world to become a combo once again. They were already making, a good start. They were on a firm and friendly first-name basis, and it would get much, much better.
Yes, Gwen Corby had come a long, long way, and she wasn't a bit modest about it. Had she really once been a frightened, bulge-bellied bride, reciting nervously a set of vows in front of a country justice of the peace, trying desperately to rectify the only big mistake she'd, ever made?
Maybe it hadn't been a mistake after all. That pregnancy, that marriage were both far in the past, but she had Cathy as a living, souvenir of an otherwise miserable experience. She had created that lovely life, and she had worked her ass off to make sure that Cathy's existence could indeed be lovely and untroubled.
And now Cathy was eighteen. Gwen could remember being eighteen. Twenty years ago, and sometimes it seemed like no more than last month. They'd have to talk soon, talk about many things. Especially sex. Of course Cathy knew the rudiments of the subject. But there were things Cathy would need to know. All about the Pill, for one thing. Gwen had no intention of seeing her daughter trapped the way she had been, and she had decided only recently that soon a Cathy turned eighteen, she would do the proper motherly thing and present the girl with her own supply of birth-control pills, just in case. And with them a frank and open discussion of the facts of love. The fairness and candor of her decision made Gwen smile approvingly as she looked across the table at her daughter.
"Better hurry, darling," she smiled. "The sun will be gone before you know it."
Cathy rolled her eyes in reply, rising from the table with unbelievable slowness. She already had on her bikini-she seemed to wear little else here on the Wand-and it transformed her willowy, graceful figure into a creation of inutterable beauty.
Gwen stood up, too, slipping off her house robe. She had intended to surprise Cathy with the revelation that she, too, was already suited up for the beach, but the girl scarcely noticed. This was unfortunate, for Gwen Corby's figure, displayed in her own bikini, was much more attractive than her daughter had ever bothered to appreciate. Gwen, like her child, was built on a lithe, tall frame and now in her late thirties, she was truly at the prime of her life. Her chest was lusciously developed, creamy, full tits almost spilling out of the skimpy bra top, while her waist was trim, flaring out into a pair of svelte, shapely hips and long, athletic legs. Her hair was only slightly retouched in its blondeness, while her eyes were limpid blue of a shade that put to shame the azure of the heavens. Gwen's mature good looks were perhaps the best possible proof that Cathy's eighteen-year-old blooming was no flash in the pan but instead an indication of even better things to come.
Gwen shrugged and slipped out her short beach coat. She opened her purse and began to search for
her sunglasses while Cathy slouched with her back leaning upon the front door. There was a sharp "rat-tat-tat" on the outside of the door, and Cathy jumped, whirling round frantically at the sound.
Her eyes went round in surprise, then blinked shut as she offered up a prayer of thanksgiving. "Hi, Jen!" she gushed so enthusiastically her caller was taken aback. Gwen moved towards the door, smiling her own greeting.
"Gods," Cathy moaned, turning to her mother. "I absolutely forgot all about Jennifer, Gwen! I promised her I'd help her look for seashells today."
Gwen looked at the girl on the other side of the screen door. Jennifer nodded agreeably.
"Oh, I see," was all she said, and that in a disappointed voice. She let her hand drop, and the sunglasses bumped her smooth thigh.
"Yeah," Jennifer was saying. "We were gonna hunt seashells for my collection. I have a whole lot of them," she added in a flash of inspiration. She wondered what the fuck Cathy was up to.
The girls walked down the driveway, Cathy skipping into the lead as if her sandals were aflame. She led the way across the two-lane asphalt highway and up the dune which rose between sea and sound there at the narrowest portion of the island.
Jennifer caught up as they moved up the sandy hill, and she reached to grab Cathy's swinging hand, linking their fingers together. "Hey," she called. "What the hell was that all about?"
Cathy wriggled her hand free of Jennifer's. The girl was always doing that-holding hands, touching her-and she wondered if Jennifer might not have some latent lesbian tendencies. They were far enough from the beach bungalow to allow free speech, but Cathy's voice was still low and soft. "It's Gwen," she said. "We were supposed to have
the mother and child reunion today, but I'd already made some other plans. You really saved my ass, Jen. Thanks a lot." And she turned to go, down the sea side of the dune, but Jennifer ran along behind.
"What kind of plans?" she was asking.
Cathy spoke as she walked. "Well, I met this guy yesterday, and-"
"I thought you got sick," Jen protested, remembering how Cathy had excused herself and gone away on her own.
"Oh," Cathy said, remembering, too. "Well, I only thought I was sick," she lied. "I sat down for a while and I felt better. Anyway, I met this guy, and we agreed to get together today, but Gwen finished her article last night and she decided we ought to spend the day becoming good old chums."
Jennifer nodded, beginning to understand. She was not an overly intellectual girl but she had a sharp, cunning quality to her mind that sometimes left Cathy slightly uneasy. In the few days they had known one another, Cathy had not come to a final decision as to precisely how much she disliked Jennifer, but for now the girl was a godsend and Cathy could afford to be charitable.
Jennifer was almost lovely, though Cathy had some reservations about that. For one thing, her hair was an unfortunately carroty shade of red, and even now, cut short in a shag trim, it was clearly on the coarse and stringy side. She had a pretty enough face, with green eyes, and the freckles which dotted her body in profusion gave her a deceptively wholesome appearance. Jennifer was built generously, with full hips and a busty profile, while her bikini emphasized this development by being extremely skimpy. A tiny, soft-looking roll of girl-fat flirted with the waistband of her bikini
bottom, which rode dangerously low on her body. Sometimes little curls of red muff hair slipped out of the leg opening, and when the girl had been in the water, the panties tended to slip a little lower in front, so that the uppermost beginnings of her beaver were put on innocent display.
She wore her bra just a bit looser than it should have been, so that every step she took made her lush tits bounce and jiggle in a way that made theft plea for attention and inspection all the more obvious. Taken in all, Jennifer was a luscious piece, 100 percent girl, but Cathy could not warm up to her reciprocally. There was something in the shadows of Jennifer's green eyes that left Cathy feeling nervous and uncertain, anxious to be alone.
Just as now. She wanted Jennifer to go away, now that she had served her purpose. Chris was waiting for her up the beach, and he was all that mattered. She had no interest in spending any more time with Jennifer and wondered how she could make the girl understand that simple fact.
They hurried up the beach, Cathy walking steadfastly with her single purpose in mind, Jennifer tagging along, her mouth spraying the seaborn breeze with a stream of incessant chatter and questions, most of them about this guy, the one Cathy seemed so disinclined to talk about.
"Did he fuck you?" she asked suddenly.
"Of course not," Cathy snapped. "We just played David Bowie records and dressed up in each other's clothes."
"I'll bet he really is out of sight," Jennifer said insouciantly. "I mean, if you let him screw you. You're not the kind of girl who'd let just anything that came along have a crack at your goody-box. Jeez, I really want to meet him."
Cathy was on the verge of telling Jennifer to fuck off when she looked up, and there, standing
ankle deep in the waves that rippled onto the beach, was Chris. She squealed a greeting, waved her hand above her head, and ran to meet him.
He swept her up in his arms, swinging her round with her heels in the air, then eased her back onto the ground as she rubbed against him for a hello kiss.
"Oh," Jennifer said, breaking their concentration. "He really is cute!" She stepped closer, holding out her hand. "I'm Jennifer," she smiled. "Jennifer Pendexter."
Chris took her hand and squeezed it in his. "I thought you might be."
"Oh, has Cathy mentioned me?" she asked ingenuously. He let go her hand. She cocked her head to one side and regarded them through half-shut eyes. "You two make a cute couple," she announced. "You even look alike." They scoffed at her with their eyes. "No, really! I mean, you're almost the same size, same facial structure, blonde hair, sexy blue eyes. Gee, I don't know which of you is the cutest."
"You're full of shit," Cathy said. She hugged against Chris once more, brushing her hair against his cheek. "Look, Jen," she added, "thanks again for helping me out. If you ever need a favor-"
"Uh, Cath," Jennifer whispered, tugging at the girl's arm and pulling her off to one side. Chris released his hold on Cathy's waist and she went with Jennifer. "Listen," the red-haired girl breathed into Cathy's ear, "I've got a really freaky idea. Since all three of us are in on it-you know, deceiving your mom and all?-why don't we-I mean, you know? Did you ever make it in a threesome?"
"No!" Cathy snapped, trying to move away. Jennifer's hand pew tight on her elbow, and she felt herself being pulled once more into earshot.
"Listen," Jennifer urged. "It's far fucking out, if you know what I mean. First you and I get it on while he watches. You know? Just some kissing and feeling and maybe a little mouth work to juice things up? And then, once he's turned on-and guys always get turned on watching two girls going at it-then we take turns with him, one at a time. And finally, when he's ready to bust from being so horny, both of us pile onto him for a gang-bang that's like nothing you can ever imagine in your screwiest dreams." She put her hands on Cathy's shoulders and moved her lips so close to the girl's ear she might as well have been kissing it, and her tits bumped insistently, again and again, upon Cathy's bare ann. "How about it?"
"Absolutely not!" Cathy growled, shaking herself out of Jennifer's grip. "I've never heard of anything so disgusting in all my life!" She bounced across the interval between them and snaked her arms around Chris' waist, rubbing him imploringly.
Jennifer shrugged. "I thought you might go for it," she said offhandedly. "It's a lot of fun. If you do it right."
"What is?" Chris wondered.
Cathy spoke up in a piping, offended voice. "She wanted to make it a threesome! You and me and-her!"
Chris smiled wryly and gave his head a little shake. "I guess not," he said. "Not if you don't want to."
"You mean you don't care?" Cathy demanded.
"It has its merits, sometimes."
"Well, not now! After all," she added, giving voice to her suppressed feelings, "she doesn't really want you. I think she wants me! I think Jennifer's a dyke."
Now it was Jennifer's turn to smile wryly. "Not really," she said. "I mean, not exclusively. When I
see something cute, I just naturally want to fuck it. Who wants to get into a rut, for Christ's sake?"
"Why don't you go away?" Cathy demanded. "Just go somewhere and leave us alone! I'm tired of you always trying to feel me up, anyway."
"Okay. Maybe I'll go back by your place and have a talk with your mom. I suppose she doesn't know that mommy's little girl is getting it on with some daddy's little boy, does she?"
Cathy's lips twitched uncomfortably. "Look, Jennifer," she said, "I don't want to make it with you, or with any other girls for that matter. I like guys and that's it. Now, why don't you just be nice and leave us by ourselves?"
"Why don't we all go off by ourselves?" Jennifer countered. "I mean, you might change your mind." She smiled Madonna-like. "One never knows, does one?"
"All right," Cathy agreed. "You can come along if you want to. If Chris doesn't have any objections to a threesome, he certainly shouldn't care if you watch. But I hope watching turns you on, because that's all you're gonna get to do. If you put your hands on me one more time, I'll break your goddamned fingers!"
In the woods, standing on the moist green grass banking the sheltered pool, Cathy glared a reply to Jennifer's toothy smirking smile, then reached up defiantly and unhooked her bikini bra. She turned td Chris, who still wore his tank top and cut-off jeans, and she melted into his arms, presenting her face to be kissed. Her eyes closed and her head dropped back slightly as she accepted the pressure of his lips, and she reached for his hand, placing it atop her tit. His palm cupped her soft warmth and her brown nipple rose to attention in his firm grip. Cathy's lips parted and his tongue stole into her and she no longer cared that Jennifer was sitting on the grass only a few feet away, watching all that went on, smiling a smug, bitchy smile.
Their lips smacked in parting, and Chris began to kiss his way down Cathy's neck, onto her boobs, his warm mouth lingering nicely upon each nipple in its turn. Cathy stroked his blond hair as he nursed her tit, and she spoke to him in a soft low voice, calling him private and tender names as his lips first rolled upon, then seized and tugged at her stiff little papa. She could feel her nipples growing stiffer, firmer, tighter, in the cuddling grip of his mouth and his spit flowed upon the hard young blossoms of her jugs.
His hands smoothed down her sides, catching for a moment at her waist, then sliding southward, down her flanks. He worked his thumbs into the waistband of her bikini, playing with it, giving it teasing little jerks as if he were unsure whether or not to strip her of her panties.
"Go ahead," Jennifer encouraged. "Take it all off."
"Go to hell," Cathy groaned, throbbing with delight as he continued to suck her titties. She brought one of her hands down to join his and she started to pull at her panties in real earnest. Chris got the message, and he slid the tiny garment down over the ripe curves of her ass, halfway down her legs. She brought her knees together and the panties fell to her ankles, allowing her to step out of them.
"Nice," Jennifer commented. "How about you, Chris? What kind of body do you have?"
"Show the bitch," Cathy ordered, and Chris raised his head. He laughed gently, then slipped his tank top over his bead. Cathy reached out to touch the soft, downy hairs upon his chest, nearly invisible in their blondness against his golden glowing skin. She rubbed her hand across his flat chest and her fingers pinched at his male nipples until she felt them growing hard and stiff, just like her own had already done.
"Is this what you really want?" he asked her. "I mean, I don't care, but do you?"
"I don't have any choice," Cathy grimaced. "She won't leave and I'm horny." And besides, she confessed to herself, there was something perversely exciting about getting naked and fucking in front of a third party. Cathy had never done anything like that before. All her past encounters had been straight one-on-one-one guy on one Cathy-but this was something new, something freaky in its own way. She knew that her half-formed impressions had been right, that
Jennifer had been interested in her body, that the frisky, off-again, on-again touches of the last few days had in reality been explorations of Cathy's potential for lesbian lovemaking. Well, so what? She hadn't fallen for it. She'd kept her cool and ignored Jennifer's covert approaches, and now it was paying off. Jennifer was going to watch Cathy balling with a gorgeous guy, and she wasn't going to have any part of it for herself. All she could do was watch.
Chris stood there looking at her, his cut-offs still fastened in place. "Well, get with it!" Cathy giggled, but before he could do as she commanded, her hands were upon him, unbuttoning him at the waist and dragging down his short jeans. He wasn't wearing a damned thing underneath, and his cock flopped into sight as the cut-offs went down. It hung down from his groin like a weary snake, resting upon his heavy balls. Yesterday his prick had gotten stiff as a poker from rubbing and kissing her. Today he'd already sucked and felt her, and his cock was still soft.
She took his dick between thumb and forefinger
and shook it playfully. Life seemed to burst aflame inside his meat, and she knew that he wasn't quite jaded with her yet, that there was still plenty of action left in Chris Robinson. She wrapped her warm hand around his rod and felt it begin to engorge within her cuddling grip. His cock became stiff, bullish, and she dropped to her ass on the ground to help the process along.
Jennifer got up from where she was sitting on the grass and strolled over, for a closer look. She leaned forward and watched with interest as Cathy peeled back the foreskin of her man's cock and began to use her tongue upon the purple grape of its head.
Cathy licked around and around the tender, pulsing knob of his prick, rubbing the glans ridge with her kittenish tongue until Chris stood erect and proud, his lance jutting upward at an arrogant angle. Still she continued to bathe his dick with her tongue, until he felt a weakening at the back of his knees and found himself compelled to reach out and touch her golden hair for steadying.
"Don't get too carried away," Jennifer suggested. "Hell blow his cookies too soon and we'll-you'll be left holding the bag. So to speak."
Cathy looked up, lightning shooting from her angered brow. "I'm taking care of this," she informed the other girl, "and I don't need any goddamned backseat cocksucking. And there's no 'we' about this, as far as you're concerned, Jennifer Pendexter. It's me and Chris. Period."
Jennifer shrugged and stepped back. Chris looked over at her and saw that she was slipping her arms free of her bra straps. She reached behind and unhooked herself, dropping her bikini top to the ground. Her big tits bounced as she unholstered them, and they had a most impressive bounce, he was forced to admit. She had a nice set of boobs
on her, if you liked the busty type-big but not too saggy yet, with nipples so peachy pink they seemed to blend right into the flesh of her tits so that, from a distance, it was hard to tell just where the areolas began and ended. She cupped-them in her hands, looking down at their round plumpness as though she were very pleased with them, and then she looked up, her eyes catching Chris' almost hypnotic contact. She smiled like a cobra and for one weak moment he felt as if he must indeed ask Cathy if she would please reconsider her decision to leave Jennifer out of this little game of screw.
Innocently, chastely, Cathy was busy sucking and licking his male equipment, from balls to cocktip, and she could not guess what treachery her man was contemplating. She opened her mouth wide and sucked his left ball inside, rolling it in her mouth, making him cry out in a wailing voice, making him blink in admiration of her superb technique. That blink was his salvation, for when his eyes snapped shut, the contact with Jennifer's was broken.
When his lids opened once more, the spell had been sundered and now Jennifer was simply a half-naked girl playing with her tits a few feet from him.
He reached down, took his cock in hand, and removed it forcibly from Cathy's mouth. She wrestled with him in an effort to retain her control, but he was much stronger than she was and so she had to concede the point. Bubbles of her spit gleamed all along the shaft of his rod and he meant to replace that saliva with the even wetter secretions of her honeycomb of a pussy.
Cathy dropped onto her back, legs parted, hands up stretched, and he crawled to her, lying partly atop her but careful not to crush her with his weight. She wrapped her arms around his back and
neck and traced sensuous patterns across his skin as he lay pressing upon her, his mouth brushing and grazing hers, his teeth chewing now and then at her thin, passionate lips, his hard, hot prick trapped delightfully in the tight space between their bellies.
She was in a playful mood, and she began to writhe and toll beneath him, turning and twisting until he was on his back and she lay in the commanding position. Their legs were so entwined they resembled a pretzel, and he reached down to grab the cheeks of her pert and perky ass, squeezing at the velvety cushions, pulling her all the tighter against him.
Jennifer shook her head. She had been right the first time she'd laid eyes upon Cathy. The girl was definitely hot as a pistol. Too bad she was such a flaming heterosexual. They could have some fun together, too. And too bad Chris was in such a monogamous mood.
Jennifer let her panties drop, doing it in a nonchalant manner since no one was watching. Cathy and Chris were rolling and romping in the grass and they only had eyes for each other. Funny they hadn't realized how much they looked alike, she thought. Chris and Cathy. Even sounded like the cutesy-pie, same-initial or same-sound names parents seemed to feel compelled to smack onto twins.
Jennifer slipped her butt onto the ground once more, legs bent back with the heels near her rump and the knees wide and pointing up. Chris was behind Cathy now, both of them lying on their sides, and she had one leg tossed back across his thigh as he scooted the tip of his pecker through the abundant fluffy fur of Cathy's bush. Jennifer's hand dropped automatically into her crotch, and she began to rub her palm across the fat bulge of her pussy. She panted silently as her hand made
contact with the already damp lip of her cunt. Her fingers straightened out and she pinched at the exposed folds of her box, splayed open by the parting of her legs. She tightened the grip of her fingers and squeezed until her eyes watered, little stings of moisture tiny in comparison to the fluids beginning to seep within her cunt.
Cathy squealed as Chris suddenly guided his prick right into the tight, damp mouth of her snatch and gave a pressing thrust that wedged his cock inside her hole knob-deep. She threw her arms back to clutch at him and he rammed her again, this time making a full, satisfactory penetration. "Yes! Ooohhh, yesss!" she wailed, not quite lucid enough to wonder how much of her fervor was due to the pleasurable sensations and how much to the watching presence of Jennifer.
Jennifer pronged her hole with a finger at almost the same moment, digging far inside her snatch.
Cathy's eyes had been tightly closed, but now she opened them and their gaze fell upon Jennifer at work finger-fucking herself only a few feet away. She whistled in surprise at her first sight of Jennifer's cunt, for that organ was plump and protruding, its crack split open by the girl's posture and thinly veiled by the sparse crop of carrot-colored hair adorning Jennifer's cunt. Most of all she was surprised at the size of Jennifer's gash. The red-haired girl seemed to have a veritable Grand Canyon of a cunt, and Cathy wondered in an idle moment how the girl achieved satisfaction diddling herself with anything smaller than a Cadillac.
But on the other hand, Jennifer seemed to be suffering no discomfort at the moment. Her head was hanging to one side and her eyes were covered with a watery glaze and she was using one hand to pinch her nipples, the other to ram and poke her
pussy. Cathy could see the fingers disappearing into Jen's wide-open slit, could see them withdrawn again to appear for a moment hovering on the brink, wet and slippery, before they slammed home once more. And all the while Jen's thumb played with her clitoral nub, thrumming it, sliding upon it, circling around it where the button rose stiffly from its hood of wet flesh. The sight was interesting. Cathy had never watched a girl-at least a grown-up girl like Jen-masturbating before, and she was surprised to see that the girl's technique closely resembled the one she herself resorted to on occasion.
This observation period was confined to a fraction of a second, the breathing space Cathy was allowed between a pair of matched stabs from Chris' cock. She rammed her ass back against Chris hard when he pronged her.
Her hands were sliding uncontrollably upon his sweat-greasy body as she tried to clutch him during their rear-entry fuck, and he was having the, same difficulty holding onto either of her high, petite boobs, which were shaking with the exertion she put into her body movements. He took her hands in his and they wrapped fingers together as they fucked.
They were both panting by now, their chests heaving with the expenditure of their energy, and she tried to lift her leg higher, to wrap it completely around him, to lay her pussy all the more open to his stabbing dick. He had almost forgotten the precise sweetness of her tight-fitting pussy, but no memory could hope to capture the reality of it, and he surrendered himself to the joys of the moment as he felt her clutching and sucking at his prick with the rippling young muscles of her cunt. She held him in her cuntal grip with the control and snugness of a skilled fist, but this was
head and shoulders above any hand job he had ever received. Cathy was head and shoulders above any other girl he'd ever laid, and he knew, knew it in his heart, that he would choose an hour inside her pussy over an eternity in paradise. Was there really any difference? he wondered, stiffening his body suddenly in an effort to prevent himself from squirting too soon.
Groans and sighs were seeping from Cathy's lips as easily, as profusely, as the cunt juices dripped from her honeyed snatch, and she was puffing a nice twist into her hips that wrenched his cock delightfully each time he'd buried it inside her hole. His nuts screamed with the agony of holding back their creamy load but he forced them, whipped them to their steadfast duty, and the fear of popping his wad too soon left him abruptly, allowing Chris to breathe easier and concentrate once more upon fucking.
Cathy shook her head madly as she screwed herself into the homestretch, and her long blonde hair flipped madly, lashing into Chris' face again and again, filling his nostrils with its fragrant, fresh aroma. He bent his face in closer and nipped at her neck with his teeth, making her whimper joyously, and she tightened her fingers on his till he felt as if they were trapped in a grip as solid as his cock had found inside her snug twat.
He chewed along the soft flesh of her shoulder, tasting the sweetness of her skin, and she wiggled against him, shaking her ass, tickling its round curves upon the hair of his crotch. They were both into it now, both of them riding toward a sensational come, and they seemed to soar high above the ground on which they lay, cresting and swooping on wings of sex.
Jennifer was getting there, too, aided by the skilled and expert fucking that she watched as
much as by the equally adept work of her fingers upon her box, She went onto her hands and knees and crawled towards the writhing figures of Cathy and Chris, lying down upon her belly within touching distance, one hand caught beneath her as it wiggled and twiddled inside her cunt. She scooted closer, twisting like a snake, fingering her twat all the way, and she brought her face into contact with Cathy's sweat-damp features, licking out with her tongue to taste the other girl's perspiration.
Cathy squirmed uncomfortably at Jennifer's tongue-touch, but she couldn't free her hands from Chris' in order to push the girl away from her, and besides, she was so, close to coming right now that she couldn't dream of stopping to swat a fly-even a carrot-headed, big-titted fly like Jennifer.
Instead she shut her eyes and concentrated upon Chris and what he was doing to her, for her, seeking to ignore Jennifer completely. It didn't quite work. Jennifer's pecking lips brushed Cathy's forehead, her eyelids; her cheeks, even the tip of her snub nose, then fastened hard upon Cathy's mouth.
Jennifer's tongue battered forth and penetrated Cathy's tight-clenched lips, stabbing inside to hammer upon Cathy's closed teeth, which betrayed their trust and slipped open, making entry for Jennifer's tongue which suddenly thrust deeply, sensuously.
Cathy wanted to die at the uncleanness of this lesbian assault upon her virtue, even though her semiconscious mind was forced to admit that, eyes closed, she couldn't really tell so much difference between the sex kisses of a boy and of a girl. Only the slightly perfumed fragrance of Jennifer's skin almost be a guy kissing Cathy at that moment and hair interfered with the illusion that it might
Cathy's lips began to open more fully, beset as they were by Jennifer's enthusiastically kissing mouth, and she found herself allowing, almost inviting the hot wetness of the other girl to press upon her all the tighter, all the more insistently. Her tongue began to creep out, helped along by the suction Jennifer was applying, and Cathy felt it being dragged forcibly into the other girl's mouth for a sucking caress. She wailed in a muffled voice then, for it seemed as if Jennifer meant to jerk the tongue out by its roots, but the sudden force of the attack diminished and now Cathy realized that her tongue was merely being loved, albeit in a rough fashion which left Jennifer completely the dominator.
"Ooohhh," she gurgled, for one of Jennifer's hands had come up to seize Cathy's tit in a bold grasp. It was cupped in the palm, her nipple, brown, pointy, and tender, caught in the pinching grip of two fingers which squeezed it mercilessly but with an assured ease that made Cathy's entire boob throb in sympathetic harmony. Her nose brushed Jennifer's as the kiss went on, and their chins bumped, but neither of them seemed to notice or to mind. Cathy was torn between the desire of her mind to be freed of Jennifer's unwelcome attentions and the desires of her lips to receive more of those very welcome caresses and the crescendoing fever that was building deep inside her cunt.
Caught as she was, with Chris' cock entering her twat from behind and Jennifer's mouth assaulting her from the front, Cathy screamed suddenly into the girl's throat and an earthquake seemed to erupt inside her body. She came in shuddering, gasping tremors that only multiplied when Jennifer started to chew upon her tongue. She shook and quivered with her release, legs trembling like aspens, and then Chris shot it into her cunt with all his might, filling her sucking snatch with his creamy juices, banging his meat into her hole frantically as he unloaded himself. At almost the same moment Jennifer began to flop where she lay on the grass, humping up and down upon the hand that stabbed her pussy and thumbed her clit. For a long, long moment all three of them were in a magical interspace between consciousness and nirvana, between life and death, between earth and heaven, a realm of the body and the spirit inextricably mixed and mingled, from which none of them really wanted to escape, then or ever.
"You slut," Cathy whispered, long afterwards, as all of them lay naked on the grass. "You sneaked up on me when I wasn't looking, you and your filthy crap!"
"Oh, come off it," Jennifer laughed. She was lying on her back with her knees up, just as if she were hoping against hope that Chris might find the power to climb aboard and fill her snatch with his rod and his seed. "You loved it."
"It was the most disgusting thing I ever-"
"Cool it, Cathy," Chris advised, placing his hand upon the upper slope of her boob, the edge of his palm so tantalizingly close to her nipple she wished he'd move just a little closer. "It's all over anyway, and it wasn't so bad, was it?"
"You're nearly as bad as she is," Cathy sniffed. "I think you wanted to get all three of us into it. Didn't you?"
"It's not so bad, if you groove on that kind of thing."
"Well, I don't! I don't like to have a queer girl feeling me and kissing me and toying with my
body. How would you like to have some guy kissing you and feeling you up and sucking your prick, Mr. Know-it-all?"
"Ouch," he said.
"See? Well, it's the same way with me. But I hope you enjoyed yourself, Jennifer," she said, turning to the other girl, "because if you ever put a finger on me again, I'll pull every hair out of your muff. One at a time."
Chris put his finger upon her lips. "Sssh," he said. "Don't get into a sweat about nothing. It's all over and if you don't want to do it any more, you don't have to. Jennifer isn't going to rape you with a dildo or anything. Are you, Jen?"
"Fifth Amendment," the red-haired girl laughed, sitting up. "Seriously. If it turns you off as much as you claim it does, you're safe from me. I like to have sex with people who like to have sex." The way you enjoyed it, no matter how much you deny it, you sexy slut, she added silently.
"Peace, then, is declared," Chris announced. "So, are you doing anything tonight, Cath?"
"Unh-unh," Cathy said.
"Well," he said, "there's a party tonight. On the beach, down in Pirates' Cove. If you want to go, I'll pick you up. Dad said I could use the Mercedes tonight. So what do you say?"
"Sounds okay," Cathy smiled. "Is it formal or anything?"
"Very casual," he told her. "I was talking to a couple of guys on my way to meet you, and they said there'll be a lot of booze-more than enough to go around. There aren't that many kids on the island right now, you know."
"Don't I know that," Cathy groaned. "But with you, who needs anybody else?"
"Uh, is this a closed party, or can anybody come?" Jen wondered. She was yawning broadly as
she dropped her tits back into the skimpy top of her suit.
"I guess it's all right," Chris said, tapping Cathy's nose tip to stifle her imminent protestations, "if you can find your way there. Nobody will throw you out."
"Ooh, good," she said, standing up and beginning to put her bikini bottom back on. She made a point of giving them both a fresh look at her spread-open cunt, with its glistening-pink inner surfaces and folds and the deeper reds which showed at the cunt mouth itself. "I could really groove on a party," she added, pulling her bikini panties into place, giving them a last tug to bring their low-slung front up to cover the curls of her beaver. "See you there, maybe," she called over her shoulder as she started back through the woods towards the beachfront dune.
"Do we have to go? With her planning to be there?"
"It'll be all right," he promised. "You'll be with me, and she'll probably find somebody else to play with. Anyway, if she gives us any trouble, we can just throw her into the Atlantic and cool off her hot box. Okay, babe?"
"Okay," Cathy smiled, fending away his hands when they became too insistent upon her tits. "Save that for tonight," she giggled. "If this turns out to be a good party, I wouldn't want you going to sleep in the middle of it because you'd spent the afternoon screwing yourself silly."