Cathy stopped a moment at the tubful of punch to put on her clothes. She was no longer hot, and the air that blew in from the waters of the Cove had raised little goosebumps on her flesh. At that moment she could have chewed up a silver dollar as effortlessly as if it had been an Oreo.
She filled a paper cup from the tub of punch, guzzling down the cupful without removing it from her lips. Her head reeled and her throat burned. Either the alcohol had all clustered together in the tub or someone had decided to spike the already-potent concoction. What she was drinking was mostly grain alcohol, at any rate, with just a bit of grape juice for flavoring.
Cathy closed her eyes as the mixture oozed into her tummy, and then she bent over to fill her cup once more. Her lips and tongue felt just a bit numb already, and the second drink, just as strong, just as biting, didn't help matters any. She took a deep breath as the raw spirits entered her bloodstream and began their work.
"Oh, the hell with it," she muttered, tossing her paper cup into the bonfire. She walked away, looking at the other kids-some of them dancing, some necking and petting on the sand, some just standing and talking. She hadn't realized there were so many people in her age group in the
island-so why did it have to be that rotten bastard Chris whom she'd met first and let herself get hung up on? What a bummer!
The radio music grew faint behind her as she walked down the coastline, walking with no goal in mind save being alone. She could feel the Purple Jesus taking hold of her head and she wondered if she were going to get drunk and sick. She'd just finished downing two successive cups of almost pure alcohol, and with every step she took, the raw liquor seemed to be gaining control of more and more of her consciousness.
Her first reaction was a slight dizziness, followed by the almost irresistible impulse to sit down on the sand and cry her heart out. She fought it bravely, but the tears welled in the corners of her eyes nonetheless, and she had to wipe them away lest they blur her already-faltering vision.
"Cathy! Cathy!"
Someone was calling her name. She turned unsteadily and saw that it was Jennifer.
"Go away!" Cathy yelled, and she tried to run. Her legs were rubber and she merely stumbled, staggering at first, then dropping to her knees upon the sand. Before she could pick herself up, Jennifer was kneeling at her side, offering a smile and a hand. "Leave me alone," Cathy mumbled. "I don't want you around."
"Come on," Jennifer wheedled, touching Cathy's shoulder. "There's no harm done."
"Screw you, too," Cathy told her. "I just want to be by myself for a while. Go away."
"It's no good being alone," Jennifer countered. "Not when you have friends." Her fingers trailed down Cathy's arm, and the blonde girl could feel them, warm, almost electric, through the flannel of the oversized shirt she wore. And then her hand was cuddled gently inside Jennifer's and the
red-haired teenager was moving closer.
"Knock it off," Cathy said, her tongue growing thicker so that her words were an almost indistinguishable mutter. "I know what you're after, and you can't have it."
"You're too suspicious, Cathy. I just want you to feel better. That's all."
"Sure-just like you made Chris feel better." Cathy tried to squirm away, but there was no strength in her body.
"Came off it," Jennifer said commandingly. "You're making too much out of nothing. So you saw your boy friend balling Penny. And so you saw me adding my two cents' worth. It didn't mean anything. Besides-it was your fault in the first place. If you hadn't jerked off Penny's guy, none of it would have happened."
"I didn't jerk him off! He flopped onto me and-"
"And you got your hand on his cock and made him shoot his wad. Penny was only getting what was due her. Besides, I heard her tell Chris not to shoot off inside her, so he'd have wasted his load anyway. I just popped in to give them both a little assistance. C'mon, Cathy. Be liberal. Be modem. It's what the sexual revolution is all about in the first place. Chris never gave you exclusive rights to his body, did he?"
Cathy wriggled on the sand, her head turned away from Jennifer's coaxing voice. She knew now that she was about three-quarters drunk, and the alcohol seemed to have a reserve of potency building inside her body that would put her over the line very soon.
Jennifer's head moved closer, and she took Cathy's chin in her hand, pulling the uneasy girl's face around. "Let's kiss and make up," she suggested in the faintest whisper of a voice,
bringing her lips in to seal the bargain.
Cathy winced at the first touch of Jennifer's mouth upon her own, at the wet warmth of the open lips which sucked at hers, and she whined wordlessly as her taste buds picked up the unmistakable fragrance of male jizz in Jennifer's kiss. No wonder-Chris had fountained his load into Jennifer's sucking mouth and his surplus had coated her lips and chin-and now, in a sense, Cathy was receiving it for her own, through an intermediary. She hated the idea! She wanted to break away, to run, to hide, but she couldn't. There seemed to be no power at all in her young body now, and she was but a plastic toy in Jennifer's hands. "Please," she tried to say. "I don't want to." But Jennifer's white, capped teeth were chewing ever so gently on Cathy's lower lip, and now Jennifer had her arms around Cathy's body, hugging her tight, imprinting Cathy with the contours of her own frame, and the two girls lay in a tangle of twined arms and legs. Cathy moved her arms, intending to push Jennifer away, but she realized to her own shock that she was instead embracing the red-haired girl, hugging her in return, and that her teeth were parting to allow Jennifer's tongue entrance.
I'm drunk, Cathy told herself. I don't know what the hell I'm doing. That's it. I've let the booze overcome my morality. Of course! It was such an obvious explanation. She closed her eyes and began to suck Jennifer's tongue as though it were a cock plumbing the wetness of her mouth.
Jennifer's full boobs, nestling inside her blouse free and unsupported, brushed again and again upon Cathy's halter-covered tits, and their bare legs wrapped tantalizingly as they rolled upon the sand, kissing, embracing. Another moment drifted by, and now it was Cathy's tongue that was seeking its way into Jennifer's mouth, finding itself accepted happily.
Cathy closed her eyes, kissing and being kissed, touching and being touched, and it no longer mattered that she could blame her situation upon Demon Drink. Explanations and justifications were of no importance whatsoever now, with Cathy high from liquor and sex alike, finding a new intoxication in the heady combination.
She made a soft cooing sound as she felt Jennifer's fingers intruding through the cut-off legs, seeking the hairy bulge of Cathy's pussy. The fingers made contact, tugging and curling among the abundant locks of pussy fur, and they slid irresistibly onto the lips of Cathy's snatch, parting the pink gateway, slipping inside. Cathy tightened her thighs upon Jen's hand, wetting those fingers with her free-flowing juices, and she moaned as the fingers stole farther and farther into the honeyed treasure of her cunt. Her own hands went to the buttons of Jennifer's blouse, undoing them, flinging the shirt front open, taking hold of the full-sized tits inside.
And now Cathy was rolling on the ground, seeking the position of power, using her body to pin down a perfectly willing Jennifer, pausing for one fleeting second to wonder at the strangeness of it all.
Cathy had never, never ever, done anything like this before-not even at boarding schools where girl/girl love was almost as common as eating supper in the dining hall. In her days of nervous virginity, she had sometimes stopped outside a closed door in a dorm hallway to listen to the sounds of female passion seeping out of a darkened room, and her chaste, frightened body had reacted in a variety of ways. For one thing, her nipples had grown pebble-stiff as she eavesdropped, and there
had often been the telltale weakness of the knees and dampening in the crotch that she now realized were the unmistakable signs of her sexual arousal. And once, when she was thirteen, there had been a roommate-a girl named Valerie-who seemed to take some delight in touching Cathy, in the demure brushing of fingers across skin or hair.
That had been a nerve-racking experience indeed, for Cathy, though virginal, was not quite innocent. She knew what Valerie's apparently neutral caresses had meant, and she had been scared silly. Afraid, yes, that Valerie might tire of subtle means and institute a forthright campaign of seduction, but afraid, too, that she might respond willingly.
Her own ambiguity on the matter filled her with the most dread. She couldn't deny that she enjoyed having Valerie brush her hair or tease it into stunning coiffures that never went outside the walls of their shared quarters. And the feather-light touch of Valerie's fingers and hands had been sensual and provocative, imparting much the same feeling that Cathy sometimes had when she stood naked in a shower room full of girls after gym class, surreptitiously watching them, comparing their bodies with her own, wondering if they had the same sensitivity in their budding boobs that she had, wondering if their pussies also grew moist and warm upon occasion-so moist and warm that only the application of fingers and hands could return them to normality.
And at those times she wondered, too, what it would be like to lay hands upon one of those other girls, to test with her own fingers the rubbery stiffness of nipples, the degree of heat transmitted by a thinly flossed cunt mound. She knew that it was wrong, that it was immoral, that it was a perversion of normal sex, but she also recalled the
muffled moans and sighs she had heard coming from other girls' rooms, and she could not explain to herself how something so obviously satisfactory to its participants could also be sinful.
In the end, Cathy had transferred to another room in the dorm, finding some excuse she could no longer remember to get away from Valerie and her veiled hints of lesbian joys, and she had reused to allow herself even the consideration of making love to another girl. In time, she had managed her Own heterosexual initiation, of course, and the specter of lesbienism had unbidden dropped far back into the shadows of Cathy's mind. So far bank, indeed, that she was sensitive about the very idea of recalling it once mare, which had stirred up her anger this afternoon when Jennifer proposed a three-way party in the woods.
Now it didn't matter at all. She was doing it, doing what she had always both wanted and feared to do, and no lightning bolts were thundering forth from heaven to strike her dead for sinfulness.
She was also in the process of being undressed. Without realizing it, Cathy had been helped into a sitting position and Jennifer had already removed her flannel shirt and halter top, pausing a moment to kiss and suckle each of the blonde girl's stiff young nipples, and even now, Cathy was shocked to note, she was lilting her ass to aid Jennifer in pulling down the cut-offs which were her only other covering. Bare-assed, Cathy sat back down on the sand, and her own hands flew to Jennifer's body, throwing the unbuttoned blouse completely off, unbuttoning and unzipping Jen's own cut-offs, pulling them down. Cathy could even smell the warm fragrance of Jennifer's wet cunt, its gash boldly revealed by the thinness of her carroty beaver.
"Lie down," Jen commanded, and Cathy did so obediently. Jennifer lay down beside Cathy, her legs beside the other girl's head, and she began to kiss and lick catlike at Cathy's thighs, stirring nerve after nerve into blindingly erotic eruption.
Jennifer cupped her hand over the thick fur of Cathy's pubes and gave a firm squeeze, moistening her palm with the other girl's cunt juices. Cathy sighed and in her turn she put her hands on Jennifer's legs, feeling the supple rippling of thigh muscles. "Pretty, pretty," Jen whispered hoarsely, her cheek lying upon Cathy's inner thigh, her cheeks humming as she spoke and making a responsive tingle in Cathy's leg that seemed to vibrate at the very core of the blonde girl's inner being.
"Have you ever made love with another girl?"
Jennifer asked then, looking up at Cathy's face. Cathy shook her head anxiously. "You'll like it," Jennifer promised, and she began to use her mouth on Cathy's cunt.
Cathy wanted to scream at the first touch of Jen's lips, tugging playfully at her thick bush. Fingers joined the game, spreading open Cathy's tight pink gash, dipping inside to tickle the slick, wet inner folds and crevices of a splendid teenaged pussy. Cathy's clitoris perked out of its hooded sheath, and Jennifer kissed the shy bud with her puckered lips, as hungrily as though it had been a long-lost lover. A moan of delight greeted that particular bit of attention, but it was not half so delirious as the sound Cathy made when Jennifer's lips parted and the clitoral flower eased between them.
"Oh, yes, yes…" Cathy's voice oozed, the words seeping forth with the same liquid dripping as her cunt juice, flowing out of the slit of her twat to bathe Jen's fingers and wet her nose and upper lip.
Cathy turned her head this way and that, her eyes at last falling upon Jennifer's own cunt, so close, so close… She twisted herself and her fingers sought the sparse hairs of Jen's cunt mound, slipping with ease into the red-haired girl's spacious gash. It was as big as it had looked this afternoon, she realized. Two fingers of Cathy's hand were swallowed up without a trace and still there seemed to be plenty of room.
She brought her head nearer, wondering if she dared, in spite of all, to use her mouth on Jennifer's twat. The old desires, the old fears-both swarmed to the forefront in Cathy's mind. She dipped her lips in, brushed them across Jen's pussy gash, and her tongue flitted out to toy across the slightly protruding cuntlips, but more than that she feared to do. The sexual smell of Jennifer's pussy was overwhelming-it made her head swim even more than the raw liquor had done, and she felt herself reeling on the verge of a mighty chasm into which she might disappear without a trace.
Cathy's head moved away. She couldn't do it, couldn't serve Jennifer as Jennifer was serving her. It wasn't her fault. She couldn't help it. The raw aroma of arousal was too much for her-it clogged her nostrils, fogged her eyes.
She put both hands on Jennifer's pussy, spreading wide the big slit, and she added two more fingers to the pair already mining there. Jennifer's hips twisted as Cathy worked with four fingers, but still there was room inside, and so Cathy added her thumb. That seemed to plug the gap to some degree, and Cathy felt Jan's pussy begin to exert a viselike grip upon her stabbing fingers, clenching, unclenching. A snapping-turtle pussy, or so they called it in vulgar language, but there was nothing vulgar about the marvelous precision of Jennifer's cunt muscles.
Cathy was sobering rapidly. The alcohol had been only a passing intoxication, already dispelled for the mast part by the fantastic lip and hand action of Jennifer Pendexter in Cathy's cunt. Fingers were probing Cathy's snatch, lips were anointing her clitty with kisses and suckling, and Cathy knew that her entire pussy was ready to burst aflame if only someone would strike a match.
Jennifer struck that match. She held the clitoris in her lips, humming upon its pearly nub as she felt her own snatch eat up Cathy's entire hand, fingers and fist, stuffing her unbelievably, creating a fullness in her cunt that no man's cock could ever hope to match, and she went ecstatic, eating pussy as if she would never have another chance, digging her tongue into the satiny maw of Cathy's cunt, rubbing her chin back and forth over the straining lump of clitoral tissue, and she felt the contractions as Cathy surrendered herself to orgasm. Lush, sweet girl-jism streamed like a flood-swelled river and Jennifer knew that she had done her very best.
Now all that remained was Jen's own orgasm. She began to buck and ride Cathy's inserted fist, stretching and tightening the muscles of her cunt, panting and gasping as she fought her way to a climax to end all climaxes.
"Come on, Cath," she husked in a desperate voice. "Do it, do it, do it!"
And then the sands fell away beneath her and she dropped right into hell.
Cathy's fist jerked free of its cuntal trap and the blonde girl lay back breathless, still throbbing with her own come, staring strangely at the sopping ball of her fisted hand. She said nothing, looked at nothing.
"OH, JESUS!" Jennifer screeched, her cunt afire with a heat that moaned for dousing, and her
potential deliverance lying on the ground like a pole-axed steer.
Cathy looked up, startled. She was drunker than she had thought. That last reserve of alcohol, congregating somewhere inside her body, had broken free and sped unimpeded to her head. For a moment she didn't even recall her own name. She stared in amazement at Jennifer, lying on the sand, working her hands in and out of her sopping snatch, trying to gain for herself the same release to which she hall sucked and fingered Cathy.
"Huh?" the blonde teenager said.
And then her body became hers once again. Now she knew what she was doing, where she was, who she was. With a slightly drunken giggle she got to her knees, one hand sweeping low across her wet bush, pausing there a moment to dwell upon her tight gash and its still throbbing lips. She looked at Jennifer, at the come-hungry desperation in the girl's eyes, and she knew what she must do.
Cathy lunged forward, knocking Jennifer flat on her back, and she seized by force the right to put her own hands into the other girl's pussy where it lay wet and waiting.
Cathy lay on her tummy, wedged between Jen's thighs, and though she had never before eaten cunt, though she had never touched one with her mouth until just a few minutes ago, she began to eat snatch now, licking and kissing, scraping Jennifer's clitty with her teeth, once more jamming her entire fist into the yawning maw of Jen's cunt.
Jennifer moaned in acceptance, her own hands now busy on her titties, and she felt as if she were climbing higher, higher, in a rocket faster than light. She knew that a tremendous explosion of sensual delight awaited her, but somehow she wished it might never come, that she might enjoy forever and always the wonderful feeling that
accompanied the getting there.
"Yes!" she cried. "OH, YESSSS!" and she jerked her ass upward to feed Cathy all the pussy the blonde girl could eat, and the heat came upon her, and the vertigo-trauma of falling, falling, falling, and Jen shuddered upon the sands, sobbing and moaning her joy, weeping with her happiness.