Rex Taylor: Mother lover

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."

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.