Rex Taylor - Mother lover

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.

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.