The hands on the clock were reaching for four in the morning when Kitten braked to a stop in front of the cabana and shut the engine. Dan's pickup was not in sight. Relief hissed past her lips. Beautiful. Now she would have time to take a hot bath and get all gussied up before she pounced on his big cock with her mouth, asshole and pussy.
Kitten entered the mouse-quiet cabana with bubbling spirits, her mind centered on relaxing with an early-morning drink, and then a bath. With daylight already seeping in through the wall-to-wall window that faced the gulf, she ignored the light switch completely. She dropped her purse on the floor near the door, kicked off her shoes and trotted over to the liquor cabinet. She reached for a bottle of orange vodka and started to pour some into a shell glass. Sudden movement caught the corner of her right eye, and she whirled to find Liz Trent perched on the edge of the Bahama lounge, smiling like the proverbial Cheshire cat.
Liz was attired in a baby-pink bikini with matching halter. Looking at her, no longer with surprise, Kitten concluded that she had never seen anyone who lived in bathing suits as much as Liz did, but with a figure like hers, she could afford to put and keep her body on display, day or night. Stacked. Yes, that was the right word to describe Liz – stacked.
The silence was as brief as the pink bikini Liz was wearing. She said teasingly, "Ah, the prodigal pussycat returns." She paused for a moment and studied Kitten with amused eyes, then nodded. "Judging by that smug expression on your face, the smudged mouth and the pecker tracks on the front of your skirt, I think said pussycat finally took the doctor's advice and had her prescription filled at one of the village stud stores. Did you?"
Liz's needle tongue usually annoyed the hell out of Kitten; this time it didn't. A muscle twitched at the corner of her mouth. She shrugged. "Maybe yes, maybe no. Either way, it's none of your damn business. And speaking of business, what the devil are you doing here at this ungodly hour of the morning?"
Liz sat up straighter and swung her sleek legs to the floor. "Waiting for you. I bring bad tidings. Steve phoned from the mainland shortly after you cut out for the village last night. Our alley cats won't be back until sometime tomorrow."
Kitten was silent.
Liz took in Kitten's slightly rumpled appearance for the second time and pouted prettily. "So who managed to get lucky enough to crawl into you last night?"
Kitten gave a short, nervous laugh. "What makes you think someone did?"
Liz shook her head. "Come off it, pussycat. I've been around long enough to recognize a well-laid woman when I see one." She snorted derisively. "Never mind. I know where you went to get your jollies. I only wanted to see if you'd cop out to being on Gil Savage's yacht."
Kitten smiled as though her panties were too tight. "How the hell did you find out about me and Gil?"
"A little bird told me all about it with a late-night phone call."
"Cleo Brill." It was not a question.
"Right on!"
Kitten's voice frosted. "That double-gaited bitch bugs my ass."
Liz frowned at her. "Why? Because she plays both sides of the sex record, or because your late mother was hung up on her?"
Kitten took a deep breath. "That's only part of it. The rest of the reason is because the hungry cunt-lapper keeps trying to make me."
Liz cocked an eyebrow. "What's wrong with that? Are you afraid to try the game because it might get good to you?"
Kitten chewed her lower lip and looked off into space. Her mind raced wildly. The girl on the Bahama was still hot to dive in her bush, and the knowledge of this was beginning to excite her. She struggled to control her emotions, then gave up. Her flesh curled and tingled and leaped; the motor of her mind continued to race at high speed. Should she round out her education all the way by making it with Liz, by going the lesbian route? Hell, why not? It would help to keep her from going bananas while she waited for that alley-cat husband of hers to come back to her.
She pulled her mind back into the present and smiled at Liz. "I think I've matured a little during these past few hours." Her voice turned sly. "Are you still interested in going down on me?"
Liz's face turned into a mask of surprise, and breath caught in her throat. She stared at Kitten to determine if she were kidding, decided she wasn't, licked her lips. "Does a duck like water? Come here and I'll show you how interested I am in eating out your tight little pussy."
Kitten grimaced, shook her head. "Not yet. I need a douche and a bath. Look, why don't you build yourself a drink while I take a quick splash and change into something comfortable?"
"Why bother to change into anything?"
"Maybe I want to make you drool a little."
Liz regarded her with sudden suspicion. "I'm already drooling, pussycat. I only hope to hell you aren't putting me on." Her eyes narrowed and became slits. "Are you?"
Kitten pouted prettily, then laughed. "I'm not all bitch, darling. Of course I'm not putting you on. I'm curious. No, I'm anxious to play this game you seem to find so interesting."
Liz stood up, tits bobbing with excitement. "Prove it. Come give me a hug and a kiss."
Kitten stood like a statue of flesh as Liz closed the narrow gap that lay between them and trapped her in an ardent embrace. Kitten closed her eyes as the girl's boobs collided with hers. A shiver rippled through her system. This was her first bodily contact with another female, but the feeling was not unpleasant. In fact, it was downright exciting… and stimulating.
Damn! Kitten thought. This can't be happening to me! I haven't even been kissed yet, and already my pussy's starting to catch on fire!
"A kiss, baby. Give Liz a kiss."
Kitten did. Their mouths bumped and Kitten's lips parted to receive Liz's stabbing tongue. The french-kiss seemed to last forever. Liz was the first to break away. She was breathing hard. Her tits rocked behind the scrap of halter that held them captive, her hips twitched with the same wild passion that filled her blazing cunt.
"Proof enough?" Kitten asked shakily.
Liz reached down between them and patted Kitten's skirt-covered crotch. "Nope. I'll keep thinking I'm dreaming until I get your pussy-cream on my tongue. Lay it to me, hon."
Kitten shook her head from side to side. "Put the tongue to me now and my cream won't be the only one you'll get on your taste buds. Better let me take my douche before you start dining."
"You made your point," Liz said, grimacing. "I'll settle for another kiss."
Hungry. Liz Trent was hungry.
Kitten surrendered her lips to another kiss and then stiffened as Liz attempted to ram her tongue down her throat for the second time.
"No," Kitten panted, breaking away. "Keep doing the french-kiss bit on me and I'm liable to forget about taking that damn douche." She laughed breathlessly. "Don't be so impatient, damn it. Fix yourself a drink and unwind. I won't be long."
Liz shrugged. "Whatever you say, baby." She gave her a playful slap on the hip. "Do your thing, but for chrissakes, do it fast."
Kitten poured herself a drink of orange vodka and carried it into the bathroom. She locked the door and did a fast strip. She paused to admire her naked tits in the door minor, and wondered how it would feel when the girl in the next room put the mouth to her nipples.
The girl in the next room?
"This is weird," Kitten said to herself as she adjusted the shower faucets. "Yesterday I hated her guts, and today I'm going to let her go down on me. The hell of it is, I'm actually looking forward to taking her tongue up my pussy."
Kitten stepped into the shower stall and washed away the stickiness of Dr. Dubois' and Gil Savage's sperm from her body. It made her feel better. She took her douche. Then she rinsed off, dried her voluptuous body and powdered herself from head to toe. A dab of French perfume between her tits, some of the same on her twinkie, and momentarily she was almost ready to walk into the room where Liz Trent waited to give her a wild ride on her tongue.
She smiled at her minor twin and told it, "No doubt about it, babe – you do look good enough to eat."
She turned away from the mirror, picked up her drink and padded into the bedroom. The television set was blaring, and a resonant male voice mentioned something about the hurricane brewing in the Gulf of Mexico. Kitten barely heard it. She was too preoccupied with preparing herself for her first lesbian sex-session.
Cunt.
Soon another woman would eat her cunt.
She changed into a black half-bra, matching panties, then covered herself with a white terrycloth robe and stepped into a pair of mules. A touch of blood-red lipstick and she was ready to step into the living room and meet her maker.
Kitten felt her sleeping nipples awaken behind her bra as she retrieved her orange vodka from the dresser's edge and walked out to join Liz in the living room.
Liz snapped off the television set and started staring at Kitten. She smacked her ripe red lips in an obscene manner. "Come here, honey."
Kitten crossed the room and joined Liz on the Bahama lounge. She pressed her hip against the redhead, queried, "Close enough?"
Liz thrilled to the sweet smell of Kitten. So young. So pretty. So tender. Her mouth watered to get at the girl's juicy quim. She shook her head and said, "Close enough will be when I stick your cunt with my tongue."
Kitten licked her lips in a nervous gesture. Heat was beginning to jump into her cunt again. Her tits heaved, her heart hammered, her voice sounded strangled as she said, "You're really hooked on muff-diving, aren't you?"
Liz smiled as she stared at Kitten's bra, for at this point the robe was yawning wide enough to reveal it. "I love all forms of sex, baby. Uninhibited, that's me. Like you're becoming. Welcome to the club."
Kitten felt herself blushing.
Liz laughed at her sudden embarrassment.
"Now, now, baby, don't start having second thoughts. There's nothing wrong with sexing it up with another girl. There's nothing wrong with sexing it up, period. It's like beauty – strictly in the eyes of the beholder."
Kitten laughed. "Convince me."
Liz lifted her hands to Kitten's tits. "Let's start by finding out how you react to another girl's hands on these lovely knockers of yours. Aha, just as I suspected! See? Your nipples are stiffening, and you didn't flinch a bit when I touched them. Want me to keep going?"
"Please."
Liz stopped toying with Kitten's boobs and stood up. A lazy smile touched her lips and a sleepy quality glazed her eyes as she reached back and unclasped her halter. She held it in place for a few seconds, then jerked it aside and tumbled her tits into nakedness.
Kitten's breath caught in her throat as she watched the cool air rush against Liz's nipples and harden them. A strange mood embraced her, for all of a sudden she had the wildest desire to attack and ravish those jutting nipples with her mouth.
Liz seemed to sense the strange mood that rode her, and said, "They're nice, aren't they?" She thrust her boobs towards Kitten. "Would you like to touch them? No? Well, maybe you'd like to touch something else. My pussy. With your tongue."
Kitten made no answer.
Liz laughed softly and nudged the bikini bottom down around her trim ankles. She followed it all the way down, and as she doubled over, Kitten was tempted to reach out and palm those ripe, swaying jugs of hers. God, she was such a tasty-looking piece!
Tasty? Kitten grimaced and wondered: What the hell's the matter with me? I'm here to get my cunt eaten, not to do the eating…
Liz cut into her thoughts. "You're getting turned on in an unexpected way, aren't you? And it bugs you, doesn't it? I know the feeling. I went through it with Cleo Brill. Don't fight it, baby. If you want to lick my split, do it."
"I…"
Liz kept crowding. "You got rid of a few of your sexual hang-ups last night, pussycat. Don't stop now. Get rid of the rest of them. Kicks are where you find them. Look at my pussy and tell yourself I'm a girl who wants to be eaten."
"I…"
Liz shook her hips at Kitten and said almost angrily, "Be honest with yourself, baby. Admit you want to gnaw on my clit and suck the cum from my cunt with your long, pink tongue. Admit it, admit it!"
Kitten laughed suddenly. "All right, you persuasive bitch, I admit it. I want to suck your cunt."
"Go ahead," Liz urged as she came closer and thrust her box at Kitten's blushing face. "Do your thing. Slip your sweet tongue inside my twat and lick the cum out of it."
Kitten slipped from the Bahama lounge and dropped to her knees. "Bring it to me."
Liz laughed triumphantly and pulled Kitten's face against her hairy cunt. "Lick away, baby."
Kitten remained indecisive for a few more seconds. Then the lust inside her forced her into action. She lost all contact with reality and reason. The world stopped turning on silent hinges and roared in her ears. She made a low growling sound deep within her throat and surrendered to her strange craving. She clutched Liz's hips and buried her face deeper in the copper-colored beaver that covered the redhead's cunt-mound.
"That's a good pussycat," Liz murmured as she gripped the back of Kitten's head and drew it tight against me burning box. "Now stab me with your tongue, baby! Eat me! Eat my cunt good!"
Kitten licked her lips. Then she zeroed in and proceeded to lick Liz's juicy cunt.
Liz whimpered with delight as the stabbing tongue impaled her cunt-hole. She went off her stick. Breath blasted out of her. Hips shook. So did the rest of her.
"Eat me, baby, eat me! Lap my cunt and make me come like I've never come before!"
Kitten obeyed. She gripped Liz's dimpled ass and wriggled her tongue. Liz came all the way unglued. She moaned, she bucked, she dug a handful of long fingernails into Kitten's shoulders and then she cried, "Go, darling, go!"
Kitten continued to lick Liz's melting slit for another minute or so. Then she backed her tongue out of the wet hole and trapped the jutting clitoris between her lips. She sucked and gnawed on the spire of flesh, then gave it a quick and unexpected nip that took Liz by surprise… and tripped her trigger.
"Oh, Jesus, I'm coming! Aaarrrggghhh!"
Kitten shifted her mouth to the lips of Liz's cunt and started licking, licking, licking, until Liz's twat-honey no longer flowed…
"Baby," Liz panted as she backed her cunt away from Kitten's eager tongue and sank to the lounge, "you certainly know how to lick a split! Are you sure this is the first time you've done any muff-diving?"
Kitten laughed, then started shaking her head. "I can't believe it!"
"Can't believe what?"
Kitten kept shaking her head. "I can't believe I ate the whole thing."
Liz threw back her head and laughed. "You're out to lunch, did you know that?"
"I'm in worse shape than you think, Liz. My pussy feels as thought it's been massaged with a blowtorch. I could use a good come. Use, hell – I need a good come."
"I'll give you one, baby. Stretch out on the floor."
Kitten did.
Liz wasted no time in going down on Kitten. She dipped her head and went straight for the hole. The thrust that followed took Kitten's breath away. Her hips jerked; a moan belched out of her.
"God," she said irreverently, "this feels so good!"
And it did.
The driving tongue… hooking into her pussy lifting her to new and greater heights of passion… pushing her toward the precipice… the wet edge of orgasm…
"Eat me! Eat my cunt!"
Liz continued to devour her twat. Hungrily. Noisily. Eagerly. Kitten closed her eyes and shuddered. Her tits heaved and thrills raced up and down her spine. It was madness in high gear. Sweet madness.
The driving tongue… curving… licking the walls of her cunt… gently, lovingly… wriggling like a snake… bringing that divine moment of sudden climax nearer and nearer… thrusting, probing for the magic button that would bring a river of cum flowing out of her… making her scream… and burn… and scream some more jolting her and jolting her, until…
A whimper broke past Kitten's lips and her fingers twisted in Liz's hair as climax threatened. The room turned into a whirlpool that tried to suck her under. She fought it for the space of a few heartbeats, and then she surrendered to the fury of the driving tongue and orgasmed in Liz's mouth.
Later, much later, Liz smiled at Kitten and asked, "Feel better, baby?"
Kitten nodded. "Much. No shame, no regrets. Only one tiny question."
"What?"
Kitten's hands slithered over her naked body. "Would you mind telling me how and when in hell I got undressed?"
Liz lit a pair of cigarettes and passed one to Kitten. "Does it matter?"
Kitten took a deep suck on the cigarette and blew a thin scarf of smoke towards the ceiling. "Nope. The way I feel now, nothing matters. How about another drink?"
"I'd rather eat your cunt again."
Kitten glanced at the sunburst wall clock and shook her head. "I don't think so. Ten minutes from now horny old Max will crawl out of the woodwork and start yelling for his breakfast."
Liz's eyebrows lifted. "He eats, too? I thought all that oversexed bastard did was drink and sniff after pussy."
Kitten giggled. "Sniff is right. That's probably all he can do. Personally, I think a good piece of ass would kill him."
"Don't bet on it, baby. I make it with Max once a week, and you can take it from me, that old boy is a real tiger in the sack. And hung like a mule, baby. Yeah, like a fucking mule."
Kitten laughed, then asked, "Is there anyone on this island you haven't made it with?"
Liz frowned thoughtfully. "Let me see. Hmmm. Yes, by golly, there is one person I didn't get, but if I live nine more years I will – that's when he turns eighteen."
"You're crazy!"
"No, just passionate." Liz gathered up her halter and bikini bottom. She dressed hurriedly and glided towards the door. There she paused, wet her lovely red lips, asked gently, "All right if I come here to spend the night with you?"
Kitten sighed dreamily. "I wouldn't mind." Her eyes caressed the petite redhead. "Liz?"
"Yes, babe?"
Kitten's lips curved in a smile, her voice licked. "I'm glad we're friends again."
"So am I," Liz said quietly. "So am I."
Then she blew Kitten a kiss and sailed out into the early-morning sunshine.