Rex Taylor - Mother lover

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.