When they got to Pirates' Cove that night, the moon was up, a bonfire was burning on the sands, and the party was already in gear.
Pirate's Cove was a narrow, curved inlet on the side of the island which stared back at the Massachusetts shore. Legend made it a refuge for buccaneers and corsairs in the days of canvas sail, and there was even a story of treasure buried among the scrub-grass bluffs and dunes encircling the cove. Today the cove was merely a piece of property, belonging to a New Hampshire family whose son was spending his summer vacation on the island and, thanks to him, it was also the site for the party.
The cove was secluded, some distance from the main, road, and the property was posted to discourage casual trespassers. All in all, Cathy decided, as she and Chris disembarked from his father's car, it was a knockout place for a party. The soft lapping water in the cove gleamed silver in the moonlight, and the yellow glare of the bonfire threw weird shadows across the pale sand as some dancing couples moved to the sound of a portable radio.
"They started without us," Cathy observed as she and Chris went hand in hand down the slope. She had come in casual dress-cut-offs, halter top, and a plaid flannel shirt as a precaution against the night coolness blowing in off the water-but she had already been outdone. There were twenty or twenty-five people in sight; Cathy supposed, about equally divided in terms of sex, and none of them was wearing much of anything.
One girl, rather fat, with enormous saggy tits, was boogalooing topless, her boobs flopping in time with the mimic, and most of the other girls had long since discarded their tops, it appeared. Cathy hadn't seen so many bare tits since her last communal shower after gym class at school.
"Drink?" Chris invited, leading her towards a big tub. He bent over and took two paper cups from a sack lying on the sand and dipped them into the tub, handing one dripping cup to Cathy. She took a sip and her head swam momentarily. Purple Jesus punch, she thought gleefully; Grape juice and grain alcohol, with slices of lemon floating and dissolving in the tub. She took another sip.
It was nice, she decided, but so strong it could really knock you on your ass. A couple of years ago it would have been different-everyone sitting around with joints or caps of acid, smoking or dropping-but thank God, all that was out of style nowadays, and kids were more interested in getting bombed and boogleing than in trying out this dynamite new powder.
Cathy took another swallow of her Purple Jesus and turned to say something to Chris, but she closed her mouth as fast as she'd opened it.
A girl, really pretty and completely naked, had just come up and wrapped her arms around Chris' neck, and she was giving him a big wet kiss. Cathy flushed angrily, and she crushed the cup in her suddenly steely grip, dribbling punch all over her fingers.
Chris wiggled out of the girl's grasp and turned
towards Cathy. "Cath," he said, "this is Penny. Her dad handles a lot of East Coast business for my father. Penny, this is my friend Cathy."
"Oh, hi," Penny drawled lazily, propping her bare body against Chris. She had a nice body, too, with firm, high-set tits, long, long legs, and a beaver neatly trimmed and parted, as if it had just been to the beautician. Cathy hated her on sight and wondered how many times Chris had fucked this new girl.
"Penny!" someone was calling, almost in key with the Lynard Skynard song on the radio, and the threesome by the punch tub became a foursome. A guy, tall and on the skinny side, came up to stand beside Penny and Chris. Like the girl, he was naked, and his cock half-hard, the stalk bouncing a little as he moved. He put his hands on Penny's waist. "Naughty girl," he said. "You're not supposed to run away without finishing your chores."
Penny grinned at Chris. "Gotta go," she said, "for duty calls. You planning on hanging around for a while?"
"I guess we'll be here awhile," Chris nodded.
Penny tiptoed and kissed him again. "See you later," she said. "We can talk over old times or something." She gave her hand to the naked guy, and they walked away.
Cathy stomped across the foot or so of space that parted her from Chris. "Who was that?" she demanded.
"Just Penny," he smiled. "I introduced you to her. Remember?"
"She's a slut," Cathy declared. "She was trying to make you. Right in front of me. I could scratch her eyes out."
"She's an old, old friend," Chris said. "I've known her for years. A little wild at times, but
she's all right."
"I suppose you've fucked her."
"Sure," Chris said, "but it didn't mean anything. We were only fooling around and it sort of happened." Twenty or thirty times, he added to himself.
Cathy frowned at him, but she said nothing. "Why don't you get me a fresh drink?" she suggested. "I seem to have spilled mine." While he knelt to get her a clean cup, she wiggled out of her flannel shirt and halter, so that the first thing Chris saw when he turned back was Cathy's bare tits. "These are the tits you came with," she reminded him, "and don't forget it."
He gave her the cup of punch then let his hand drop down to stroke the nipple of her left tit. "I don't see how I could," he smiled, feeling the nip come to proud attention between his fingers. "Say, the music is too loud.. Why don't we find someplace a little quieter? Like, on the other side of that low dune?" and she went with him, bright-eyed and slight-stepping at the prospect of once again tasting his love.
Jennifer Pendexter was an even later arrival at the party than Chris and Cathy, for she was ambling down the bluff unescorted at the very moment they left the tub of punch. Always an observant girl, Jennifer saw them going and made instant recognition. She smiled wryly to see the possessive manner in which Chris' hand cupped Cathy's delicious ass and wondered for the hundredth time at least how she was going to manage getting her nose into Cathy's all-American pussy.
"Oh, that feels good," Cathy purred. Her cut-offs were down to her knees, and Chris was sliding him hand back and forth through the silky hairs of her snatch, teasing and tickling the insides of her upper thighs and doing strange, wonderful thing to the mouth of her warm, wet cunt. She raised her face to his and began to give him nippy, puppy-dog kisses, each one loud smack in the relative quiet of the night air.
She slid closer against him, working her hands into the waist of his own cut-off jeans, slipping down to knead the muscular firmness of his ass. She twisted her entrapped arms in the tightness and the button at his front snapped open. Cathy laughed into his mouth, and she brought her hands. around his body, one set of fingers capturing his cock, the other unzipping him, tugging the cut-offs down his legs.
"Bet you can't screw me right now," she sighed, getting a good handful of his cock and balls.
"How much you want to bet?" he panted, reciprocating with the steady work of his fingers in her own crotch.
"Sixty-nine," she whispered back.
"Dollars or cents?"
"Neither one, dummy! A sixty-nine. That way, no matter who loses the bet, everybody wins."
"You're on," he replied, wiggling his hips to help her slide his pants down.
"Get me off," she challenged.
"You're a sex maniac." came a squealing voice that was, suddenly very, very near to where Chris and Cathy lay, and the teenagers rolled around jut in time to see Penny, still naked and still lovely, come rimming over the top of the low dune that separated them from the party by the cove.
Penny saw them, too, and she bounded high like a gazelle, leaping right over their prone figures with a defiant yell. In another moment a boy appeared in hot pursuit. It was the same boy who'd confiscated her a bit earlier, and he was still naked, too, but his cock was no longer half-hard. Cathy could see it thrusting up high and stiff from the hair patch of his groin, and, she could almost hear the bouncing of his nuts inside his huge scrotum.
He wasn't quite so athletic as Penny. He tried to jump over Chris and Cathy as well, no doubt wishing to impress Penny, for she stood waiting a few yards away, but luck wasn't with him. His foot slipped and he fell forward, landing on Cathy with a thump that knocked the breath out of her for a moment. And there he lay like a beached whale, pinning Cathy beneath him as he scrambled in the slippery sand for a toehold.
Cathy wasn't sure exactly how it happened. She certainly didn't try to feel him up. However, as he lay upon her, both of them struggling to get free, her hand came into contact with his stiff, throbbing prick and she must have reacted automatically, giving it a friendly squeeze.
He fumbled to his knees and started to get up, not even noticing that the young blonde girl was holding his most precious possession, for his eyes were fixed upon Penny's nude, taunting body so near, so delicious, but as he moved, the lust within him vibrated frantically and Cathy found herself suddenly clutching a cock that was squirting out its quota of hot fizz.
"Oh, shit!" she screamed, letting go immediately, her fingers brushing uselessly at the gobs of his cum that were wet and sticky on her tits and tummy, flailing at the fresh bursts that continued to rain upon- her body and upon the sand beside her. "Oh, get off me!" she moaned.
The guy flopped over, lying clear of Cathy, and his eyes fell upon the girl, upon the sperm he had drenched her with, and upon the wilting snake of his cock. "Shit," he groaned.
Penny hurried to join them. "What happened?" she asked, as if she needed to be told. "Good God, girl," she told Cathy. "I was only pretending to run away from him. You didn't have to make sure he couldn't rape me!"
"Fuck off!" Cathy blurted, grimacing as she tried to wipe away the cum that had bathed her torso. "I didn't tell the dumb son of a bitch to fall on me. Take him away and flick his brains out. If he has any."
Penny knelt beside her friend. She took his cock in her fingers and shook it back and forth. It flopped limply, responding not at all to her clever touches. She bent her head in close and licked at the sperm-wet tip, teasing his glans ridge with her tongue and lips. Still there was no response.
Cathy clambered to her feet, kicking off the cut-offs that had gathered at her knees. She was angry, and it showed in the set of her jaw, in the defiant tempo of her breathing. Looking down at Chris, she said, "I'm going down to the waterside to wash this goddamned stuff off me. Back in a few minutes." On the way she mentally rehearsed the tongue-lashing she was going to give that bitch Penny as soon as she returned.
Penny looked at Chris with a triumphant glimmer in her sparkling eyes. "Your girl friend screwed me out of getting laid," she announced. "What are you gonna do about it?"
"I don't know," Chris said. "Spank her, maybe?"
"I know something better than that," and Penny threw herself onto him. His pants were down, too, and his cock was still up from Cathy's caresses, making it an easy mark for Penny's hands. She wrapped both of them around his tool, whispered, "Fair is fair", into his mouth, and went onto her back, legs spread, knees drawn up, her hands pulling him to her, into her, atop her. She jerked up to meet the first stabbing penetration of his pecker and swallowed it to the hilt in her sucking maw of a pussy.
"Oh, that's better," she sighed, putting her arms around his body, not caring that her friend Harold was sitting not two feet away, watching with a limp noodle as his girl got it on with another guy. "Yes… yes… give me some more. Mmmm, that's just right." She brought her legs up, twined them with his, smiling confidently as she felt his lips begin to attack her neck and shoulders. Chris was one of her favorites, as far as guys went, and she knew that he'd always liked her, too, ever since they'd practiced on-the-job sex education together that summer they both turned thirteen. And many times since then, so there was no real novelty to it any more, but still she liked the way his prick felt when it was jammed tight inside her pussy, and she was squeezing it with the muscles of her cunt.
He began to fuck her with passion now, really banging his meat into her snatch, and Penny loved it. Her eyes drifted and she saw Harold watching, open-mouthed. His cock was beginning to harden again, and she saw his fingers go down to give it encouragement. Too late, Harold, she thought. You couldn't get it up when you had to, so now you have to watch. Maybe you'll learn something.
"Hey," she moaned, suddenly recalling something very important. "Don't come in me, love, because my doctor said I had to lay off the Pill for a few months. Okay?" and she heard him grunt in reply as he continued to ball her furiously. Penny squirmed her ass around to give him even deeper penetration and she searched for his mouth with her own. "Love you," she sighed just before she kissed him.
Cathy splashed the water across her tits and belly, cleaning away the sticky goo that Penny's friend had used to douse her fires. She wasn't even horny now, damn it to hell! In fact, she was going to ask Chris to take her somewhere else as soon as she got back to him. Someplace they could be alone and sexy, just for each other. What a bitch of a party this was, anyway.
The Stones were blasting out of the portable radio now, and she thought wistfully of her younger days, when she'd have given her right tit for the chance to suck Mick Jagger's cock. Now, who needed him? She had Chris and he was better than any ass-wiggling rock star.
She looked up. No one was dancing. No one was sitting by the bonfire refilling at the punch tub. Jesus, she thought, was the party over already? Had everyone scored for sex and gone off to collect on the investment? Everyone except her, it seemed.
Cathy looked back the way she'd come. It looked as if everyone was standing on the dune overlooking the spot she and Chris had chosen as their secluded hideaway. What was happening up there, anyway? Was everyone watching Penny trying to suck her friend stiff again? She doubted it. Good God! Had something happened? Had Penny, or the skinny dude with the big cock, said a nasty about her? Was Chris beating the guy's ass for it right then? She wiped the water drops from her stiff-nippled titties and ran to the scene of interest.
Cathy pushed her way through the kids standing in ranks, and her heart almost stopped. The moon was full and overhead, brightening the whole stretch of beach with its reflection on the white sands, and she could see, plain as anything, Chris lying between Penny's legs. Doing what? The angle of vision wasn't quite right to allow Cathy a view of plunging prick and sucking snatch, but she knew goddamned well what her boy friend was doing to that rotten slut Penny.
She looked at the kids around her, some of them standing, some squatting in the sand, all watching the flick in progress. Her eyes fell upon Jennifer Pendexter, one of the few fully clothed people at the scene, and she remembered this afternoon in the woods. Jen was sitting close by the fucking pair, her eyes fixed upon them, her arms folded around her drawn-up knees, and Cathy hated the red-haired girl for it. Jennifer didn't care who she watched, or so it seemed, and Cathy wondered if Jen might not invite Penny and Chris to share a threesome. The bitch! The bitches! she corrected herself, adding Penny to her condemnation. And the bastard! No use forgetting Chris. He was fucking Penny because he wanted to, or so it would appear. There wasn't a gun in sight.
Cathy moved around the edge of the voyeuristic assembly, and now she could see that Chris was kissing Penny. Somehow that made his betrayal of her all the more damnable. She watched the way their hands moved upon each other, the way Penny rolled her hips as she accepted Chris' poking thrusts, the way her thigh muscles grew tight, then lax, then tight again.
Jennifer crawled in closer, and she put her hands on Chris' back. Someone in the crowd gave a giggling laugh as Jen began to lick Chris' backbone, down into the crack of his ass, brushing Penny's hand aside as she did so. If Jennifer heard the laugh, she gave no intimation, and Cathy could see that the redhead was kissing and biting the cheeks of Chris' butt.
Chris pulled his mouth away from Penny's. He didn't know, as yet, that he was on display, and all his feeling was concentrated in his pounding prick, to such a degree that he wasn't really aware of Jennifer's entry into the sweepstakes.
"I'm almost there," he panted, still barreling in and out of Penny's cunt, and then he knew, to his sadness, that he was so close to coming he couldn't afford to leave his rod inside her snatch. He withdrew and flopped onto his back beside Penny, intending to use his hands on the both of them in order to make the homestretch. Penny was still squirming, hips rolling and jerking, as though his cock were deep inside her hole.
But before Chris could wrap a hand around his cock and thrust fingers into Penny's twat, Jennifer swarmed aboard.
She jabbed Penny's pussy so suddenly, so unexpectedly, that the other girl screamed in amazement and opened her eyes to see what in the hell was happening. Jennifer merely rammed home again, squishing her fingers inside Penny's wet cunt, reaming it, creaming it, and Penny gave still another squeal before surrendering herself to an orgasmic seizure of dramatic proportions. She trapped Jennifer's hand with her thighs and began to sob and jerk and write on the sand, her fingers sliding again and again over her upper body from tits to navel, and as far as Penny was concerned, all was well.
Chris was taken by surprise in much the same way. Before he knew what was going on, his cock had disappeared into Jennifer's eagerly sucking mouth and she had her hand upon his balls, shaking them until he had no earthly choice but to hump his ass upward, filling her wet mouth with his throbbing meat, and pouring the first jolts of his hot load into her throat.
Someone applauded then, but Jennifer didn't seem to mind. She sucked at his dick, used her hand on the portion of his stalk that would not cram into her mouth, and she drank him dry, sucking and gulping at the juices invading her mouth, unable to capture more than a fraction of his cum. Her lips spurted jism. as if they were a fountain, and some of it rolled down her chin to splash upon her blouse, some of it spilling back onto Chris, to collect among the strands of his crotch hair.
Jennifer sucked hungrily until he had stopped spurting and his cock had begun to soften, and then she cleaned him of the spilled cum, dragging her face through his crotch bush to wipe away the droplets that had fallen there.
It was disgusting, Cathy thought. Absolutely disgusting. And as far as she was concerned, Chris Robinson could go fuck himself. She wanted nothing more to do with him. Not after watching a display like this. It wasn't enough that he had actually flicked that bitch Penny. But to let Jennifer suck him off? To let the redheaded dyke put her lips where Cathy's had been? It was too much to bear.
She looked around. Everyone was going. They'd seen a threesome, as it turned out, and it didn't look as if anyone else was going to join in, so it was time for everyone to get back to his own pursuits. Her eyes fell upon Penny's friend. She hadn't even seen him before, for she was so intent upon the betrayal of her, love by Chris. But there he sat, a few feet away from the orgy that had been in progress, and Cathy could see that he had clearly
been aroused by it. His cock was thrillingly stiff now, and he was using his hand upon it, unconcerned if anyone might be watching. For a brief moment she considered going over and helping him relieve himself. But- "Fuck him," she said in a very soft voice, and, as if it were a cue, Harold chose that very moment to shoot out a fresh load of his own cream, panting breathlessly as his cock shook and squirted in his grip. Cathy watched the sperm bubble out, flying forth in a rapidly descending are to splash upon the sand, and she watched with interest the way his head drew back and his eyes went shut as he shuddered with his orgasm. Cathy had never seen a guy jerk off before, and it was an educational sight, to say the least.
But even more educational, she decided, was her good fortune in learning just what bastards men could be, if you gave them half a chance. And now there was no one close but Harold and Penny and Jennifer and Chris. And Cathy. She preferred it that way. She didn't enjoy airing dirty linen in public, but the five of them were all directly involved in this, so it was all correct and proper. She walked over towards the cluster of fucked-out bodies.
"You're a real son of a bitch, Chris," she said in a delicate, ladylike voice. "A real motherfucker."
"Oh, Cat," he moaned, so strung-out from post-orgasmic letdown that his voice was only a groan.
"You're really a motherfucker," she continued, "and whenever you're able to walk, I'd like you to take me home. For the last time." She walked past them, picked up her clothes, and stomped away.
"Cathy," Chris called woefully. "Please. It's not as bad an all that."
Jennifer hopped to her feet. "I'll talk to her,"
she volunteered. "You'd only get yourself into more trouble." She scurried off in pursuit of fast-walking Cathy.
"Oh, Jesus," Chris muttered. "I think I've screwed up my whole life."
Penny scooted close against him, her fingers seeking his cock, still moist from Jennifer's tongue-bath. "You've always got me, lover," she assured him. "Wanna fuck again? And this time, Pill or no Pill, you can come inside me. What do you say?"
Harold looked down at the jizz he had wasted upon the pale sand, down at the once-more useless rod between his legs. He'd missed his chance again. Life was cruel, all right.