Rex Taylor - Mother lover

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.