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Cherry Busting Brother (MF, teens, orgy, inc)
By L. K. Madding
Chapter 1
Cathy Jones, walking home from school, felt a
secret tingle in her pussy.
She had done something at lunch time she shouldn't
have done, and now she was busily trying to hide the
knowledge of it from herself.
"Another day, another night of study," she
muttered to herself.
Lost in her thoughts, she wasn't aware of the
heads she turned.
She was only fourteen years old, but she was a
traffic-stopper.
Her youthful hips swayed in a lilting rhythm from
side to side, as she walked. She was everything a man
could dream of in the wettest of dreams!
Her body was almost fully developed. Her legs
were already well-formed and shapely. Her blonde hair
shone in the late afternoon sunlight like molten gold.
Her green eyes sparkled with the young enthusiasm and
the happiness of childhood, just merging into
womanhood.
Her lips were beautifully heart-shaped, and full,
sensual.
Her breasts were perfect mounds on a well-shaped
chest, and the swelling of her young bosom curved
downward into a trim waist, and then burgeoned out
again into the delicate swell of her firm, well-rounded
hips.
She had thought she wasn't interested in a man.
She was too busy studying, trying to get good marks,
trying to get ahead. She wanted a scholarship to
college.
She tried very hard to think of the homework she
had to do that night.
What kept coming to her mind was the boy who had
seduced her in the library during lunch hour.
She felt the juices gushing from her young honey
pot, staining her panties as she walked. Already, the
inner flesh of her thighs was quite dewy from the
effluence of her pussy.
Cathy was still a virgin, but she had almost lost
it.
She shivered as she remembered the boy's hot
hands, as they slipped under her blouse, and cupped her
bare breasts. Even as she thought of it, Cathy's
nipples puckered.
And then he had put his hand up under her skirt,
and snaked his eager fingers into the elastic waistband
of her panties. He had pried one of his fingers
between her plump white outer lips, dabbled in her pink
wet inner flesh.
Cathy trembled again. She felt uncomfortable.
She felt hot and cold at the same time. She also
felt scared.
She shouldn't have done it, but she did.
Not only had she let the boy touch her like that,
she had let him put her hand on his great, throbbing
bulge. Her palm tingled still with the heat she had
felt.
On rather shaky knees, Cathy walked up the steps
to her house, and let herself in.
"Hello, Cathy," her father said, as she walked
into the house. He was sitting in the living room, as
usual, reading the evening newspaper.
"Hi, Daddy. I'm fine."
Cathy went up to her father and kissed him hello.
"How was your day in school."
Again Cathy felt that strange shiver course
through her body. She had to leave the room. She had
to go up and finish what that boy had started.
She shrugged her shoulders, and smiled at her
father.
"Oh, Daddy, you know ..."
"No, I don't know," her father said, grinning at
her with an adult's amusement at the vagaries of a
child. "Suppose you tell me."
"Oh, Daddy, nothing!" Cathy gasped. She turned
abruptly, leaving her bemused father to wonder what
adolescent upheaval had caused this recent aberration.
She went to the kitchen, to greet her mother.
Her home life was excellent, and Cathy appreciated
it. Her parents were loving, caring people, and she
had learned well the lessons that familial love
teaches.
"How was school, dear?" her mother said, accepting
her daughter's kiss.
"Oh, you know, Mom," Cathy said. "Same old shit."
"Cathy!" her mother exclaimed in mild rebuke,
"your language, honey."
"Sorry, Mom," she responded.
Cathy hurriedly walked out of the kitchen, leaving
her mother as bemused as she had left her father.
She ascended the stairs to her room, walked in and
closed the door.
Then she could let go. She felt the flush of
passion rise on her fair young cheek, felt her chest
heaving with her labored breathing.
"Ohhh!" she moaned, bringing her hand down to cup
her inflamed muff. A gush of cream poured out of her
tight little hole, and made her fingers sticky. Her
pants were a soggy mess, had been all day!
Cathy took her clothes off, her hands trembling
with the incredible passion which had possessed her.
She stared in the mirror, at her incredibly beautiful
body.
She reached down with her hand, and covered her
lightly-furred muff. She jumped at the hot contact of
her hand with her pussy meat.
Sitting down in front of the full-length mirror,
Cathy stared at herself frigging herself. She spread
her legs wide, raising her knees slightly.
She saw the pink inner flesh of her twat blossom
outward. The tiny little pin-prick of darkness,
indicating her virginal tunnel oozed with her creamy
white juices.
Watching herself, enamored of herself, she rubbed
her hand up and down, covering her twitching pussy meat
with her soft white palm. She felt her clitoris jump
under the soft pressure of her demanding hand.
"Ooooh!" she gasped, leaning back a little. Her
hand was quickly covered with the syrup which flowed
lavishly from her cunt.
Her hand started to move up and down, faster and
faster. Her breathing got raspy and shallow as the
lust built. Cathy thought that her insides were going
to melt in the fever of her passion.
She pried one finger into her dripping love hole,
and felt her cuntal muscles clutching at the pumping
finger. She drove her finger in and out of her
twitching pussy faster and faster.
Her breasts swelled, as her whole body became
bloated with her passion. She saw the thin trickle of
sweat, which flowed downward in the fleshy valley
between her gorgeous jugs.
She rubbed faster and faster. The pussy meat
swelled more and more, and it throbbed with a tom-tom
rhythm which drove Cathy crazy.
Pretty soon, she watched her hips rippling as her
muscles contracted rhythmically with her growing
excitement.
"Ohhh!" she moaned. Her body pitched forward
slightly, and her hips humped quickly up and down on
the floor, as she braced herself by pressing the soles
of her feet into the carpet.
She was coming! She had needed this orgasm
desperately all day. She had needed it when she woke
up. She needed it even more when that boy had breathed
on her face in passionate moist breaths, and stuck his
fingers into her aching twat.
"Eech!" she squealed, as the orgasm which had
rumbled deep in her cunt started to spread outward in
hot waves, until her whole body was convulsed with the
delicious delirium. Cathy's tightly closed eyes
revealed a wild fireworks display, as her orgasm
peaked, and then started to fade away.
She gasped, and her green eyes fluttered open.
She saw the dark stain on the carpet from her pussy
cream, and grinned wryly at it.
Her whole body still tingled from the sweet orgasm
which had flowed through her. But it wasn't enough.
More and more, Cathy knew it wasn't enough. She
was desperate to get her cherry popped. She really
wanted to feel a thick, big cock stuffing that tiny
little hole, giving her the same sensations as her
little finger, but even more intense.
She got up on rubbery legs, and put her clothes
back on. She wiped up the stain on the rug, and
started to tackle her homework until supper.
That night, Cathy, lying on the bed studying math,
came across a puzzling problem that she couldn't solve.
She got out of bed, and padded to the door, thinking
her father could help her.
She went downstairs to the living room, thinking
they might be watching television or listening to
music.
But they weren't there.
Cathy was puzzled. It was still early, and her
parents didn't usually go to bed early. She checked
the kitchen, which was also empty, and then went
upstairs.
They must have gone to bed early, but if they did,
Cathy was still puzzled. They had left all the lights
on.
She approached the door of her parents' bedroom.
And she heard voices. She stopped. There was
something different about their voices tonight.
Were they quarreling?
She crept closer to the door, intent on
eavesdropping. If anything were wrong, Cathy wanted to
know about it.
She put her ear to the door and listened. And
then she heard laughter.
"Ohhh, oh, no, you big brute. What on earth are
you doing?"
Cathy's frown deepened. It was her mother's
voice. It sounded different, almost as if she were
frightened of something, but still, Cathy didn't think
she was scared.
"I'm going to fuck you until you come out of your
ears!"
Cathy trembled and her pussy creamed wildly. Her
father was fucking her mother. Cathy had to watch.
She had never seen anyone fucking, and she needed to
learn about it.
Her mother's moan was low, guttural. Cathy slowly
turned the knob of the door, and opened it, peering in.
The bed was against the wall, and afforded Cathy a
clear view of what was going on.
She gasped, and shivered. Her father was naked,
and so was her mother. Her mother had spread her legs.
Cathy saw her pussy meat clearly. Her mother had a
ripe, beautiful figure. Cathy took after her.
The only difference was that her mother's cunt was
bigger, and it was covered with a gleaming bush of
thick, blonde hair.
Cathy's eyes widened when she saw her father's
prick.
"Oh, no," she whispered to herself, not even
conscious that she was articulating the words aloud,
"it couldn't be that big. That would kill me!"
Shivering with a pleasurable fear, Cathy watched
her father get on top of her mother. His buttocks were
very, very muscular, his long, lean frame glistened
with sweat.
She saw his balls dangling between his legs, as he
placed his mammoth prick against her mother's
glistening pink meat. Cathy thought she would faint
with the hot excitement that coursed through her young
body.
She saw his massive shaft start to disappear, as
he plunged it into her mother's cunt.
"Oooh, unh! That feels so good," her mother
gasped. "Oh, Bob, put it all the way in, ooh!"
The words her mother was crooning made Cathy's
ears sing with the blood that rushed to her head. She
had never known her mother could talk so wildly.
Her father's muscular buttocks started to rise in
the air, and Cathy saw his thick stick appear. Now it
was glistening, coated with her mother's pussy syrup.
Cathy's breath came in quick puffy gasps. Her
hand reached down into her pajama bottoms, and she
began to rub her own pussy meat.
"Oh, Bob, it feels so fucking good. Oh, faster,
Bob, faster. Oh, Bob, I want to come."
Her mother's hips started to hump upward, as her
father's dick disappeared again into the creamy depths
of her mother's hole.
"Hang on, darling, I'll make you come," her father
said. His buttocks rose high in the air, and then came
down, as he drove his cock, like a pile-driver in and
out of her mother's dark hole.
"Remember the first time, darling?" her mother
gasped. Cathy watched her mother's arms snake around
her father's neck, as he drove his cock with increasing
speed in and out of her mother's cunt.
Cathy remembered the story. She had heard her
mother, talking to some of her friends over drinks one
night, when her father was working late.
As she rubbed her hand over her pussy, she
visualized it, the way her mother told it. Lots of the
women told stories that night, but Cathy thought her
mother's story was the sexiest.
They were both teenagers, still in high school,
and they were both fairly well-off.
They had come from conservative backgrounds, but
apparently they had hit it off on their first date.
On their second date, they had gone to the movies.
They hadn't wanted to part company. Her father had
suggested a walk in the park, and Cathy's mother had
said yes, readily.
It was an unusually warm evening and there was not
a soul in the park. Being bold but little scared at
the same time, Bob had kissed her, and Cathy's mother
had responded ardently.
Their mouths had met hungrily, their eagerness
intensified by the fact that what they were doing was
forbidden. Sparks flew when they kissed.
Her father, Bob, had started to explore her body,
the way the boy had explored Cathy's that very
afternoon. It was the story of her mother's first time
that had driven Cathy to allow the boy the liberties he
took.
She had allowed his hands to wander all over her
breasts, and then down over her waist, her hips, and
her lovely rounded ass cheeks.
They knew they were going to go all the way.
Scared that someone might come, they didn't strip.
June, Cathy's mother, raised her skirt up to her hips,
and Bob pulled off her panties. Then her father had
taken his cock out of his fly.
Her father had entered her mother's pussy gently.
It had hurt a little, since she was a virgin. Her
mother had begged her father to break her hymen, and he
had.
Cathy, her eyes blurred with the lust which
bloated her, stared at her father. He was now humping
her faster and faster. Her mother was moaning wildly.
Her mother's hips moved wildly, and her father's
dick was making funny wet sucking sounds. The sounds
only caused Cathy's hand to move faster and faster over
her little virginal pussy meat.
She was jealous. She wanted to have a man pumping
her full of his scum, wanted to feel a man's dick
spreading her cunt hole wide.
Her mother's body heaved insanely under her
father's humping body.
"Ohhh, Bob, keep it up. Oh, it's like heaven
darling."
Cathy's face screwed up as the lust became
stronger and stronger, a force not to be denied.
"Yeah!" Cathy's father gasped. "I'm going to
come, June. I'm going to come."
"Oh, do, darling. Come. Ohh, I'm going to come,
too!"
Cathy's mother did start to come. Cathy
recognized the spastic motions, the sudden wild flurry
of activity. Her mother's limbs thrashed wildly on the
bed, her arms clutched greedily around her husband's
neck.
Then her father grunted, and he started to come.
Cathy was fascinated with the way his ass muscles
rippled when he drove his cock deep into her mother's
cunt.
Soon, both of them collapsed, breathing noisily,
clutching each other. Cathy gritted her teeth, and her
body jumped and twitched like a puppet on tangled
strings, as her rubbing hand brought her own pussy into
delicious tumult.
She felt her face get red, as she held her breath,
to prevent herself from crying out with the hot,
searing pleasure which filled her.
Then she relaxed.
She peered into the room again. Her mother's eyes
were closed in post-orgasmic bliss, but they had to
open soon. After all, her mother had left all the
lights on downstairs.
Slowly, cautiously, Cathy closed the door and went
back to her room.
Cathy's mother had admitted to her girlfriends,
the night that Cathy eavesdropped, that was the night
her older brother Jimmy was conceived.
Cathy had been born two years later.
In her room once more, she tried to study. But
she was too hot and horny. She couldn't. She felt the
need to frig herself again.
"You're gonna go crazy!" she said to herself in
the mirror.
She couldn't believe the wild tumult that coursed
through her.
Cathy walked away from the mirror, with her cunt
itching, and went back to her studying.
About an hour later, she heard her brother come
in. She gasped.
What bothered her the most was, did she close her
parents' door? She was pretty sure she had, but she
decided to check.
If her brother caught her checking, she could
always tell him she was going down to raid the
refrigerator.
She walked cautiously out of her room, and down
the hall to her parents' room. Good, she thought, she
had closed the door.
The noises behind the door still had the same wild
sound.
Could they have really kept it up that long?
Cathy couldn't resist it. Listening carefully,
she heard her brother's footsteps going toward the
kitchen.
He was going to raid the refrigerator himself,
which would keep him busy for awhile. Cathy opened the
door again, and this time she gasped.
As she looked wide in awe, she saw her mother's
legs wide apart, her knees raised. Her father was
between her mother's legs, and he was munching on her
pussy.
Cathy had no idea that it could be done. She
remembered once having tried to lick her own pussy, but
she couldn't get her head down between her legs.
Her father's tongue made wet sucking noises as it
probed into her mother's womanhood. Cathy felt the
desperate rush of pleasure course through her.
She felt as if her house were reeking with sex,
which was no help to the over-active, ardent young
teenager.
Even her brother suddenly appeared to be an
attractive possibility to the desperate Cathy.
Her mother was still moaning sexily.
"Oh, your tongue, Bob, it feels so good, ohh, lick
it, honey. Lick my snatch."
As Cathy watched through the partially opened
door, she saw her father's tongue licking up his wife's
juices. He seemed to enjoy doing it, and her mother
was obviously in ecstasy.
Cathy's pussy meat tingled. She sighed and closed
the door again, not wanting to be discovered spying.
How could she study tonight when her blood was in
a turmoil? She decided that maybe she did need
something to eat.
She went back to her room, to put on her bathrobe,
mostly to cover the rapidly spreading stain in her
pajamas, and went downstairs again, and out to the
kitchen.
Her brother looked like her father, tall, dark,
and handsome. To Cathy he was always the most handsome
boy in the world, and her pussy continued to cream.
Her sexual ardor was such that she had not yet acquired
any sexual discrimination.
"Hi, Sis," Jimmy smiled, looking fondly at his
delectable sister.
His quick gaze to her tits did not escape the
overwrought Cathy's attention. Cathy had heard that
making it with a brother was incest, and that it was
monstrously wrong.
Her parents had never told her that. She had
heard it from her friends in school. Cathy was so
overwhelmed by her libidinous thoughts, that she didn't
even dare to kiss her brother.
He was pouring milk.
"Want some?"
She nodded. He frowned at her.
"You have an awful funny look on your face.
What's the matter?"
Cathy shrugged, and sat down at the kitchen table,
as Jimmy got another glass and poured her some milk.
"Did you have a nice time?" she asked.
Her brother's rakish grin did nothing to dispel
the sexual aura she sensed about him. She knew Jimmy
wasn't a virgin, because one day she had caught him
reading girlie magazines.
He had hidden the magazines, and she had got
angry, her curiosity thwarted.
"Why can't I look at them?" she demanded, irately.
"Because you're too young. And anyway, you're
still a virgin. You shouldn't look at stuff like
that."
Cathy's eyes had widened.
"You mean you're not?"
Her brother looked at her superciliously. "Of
course I'm not. I'm sixteen."
"Is that when you're supposed to do it?"
"Yeah, I guess, if you meet the right girl."
"Well, I'm gonna meet the right guy soon."
Her brother had sprung out of the bed, furious,
and grabbed her by her shoulders. He shook her.
"You damn straight better wait, Cathy, or I'll
kill you and the boy."
"Why? I'm old enough!"
"No you're not."
Cathy had subsided in frustration, resigned to
being bossed by her mother and her father, and now her
older brother.
"I don't think I can wait that long," she had
said.
"You better!" her brother warned her, pushing her
roughly out of the room.
"Hey! Are you with it?"
Cathy snapped back to the present, and stared at
her brother. "Yeah," she said defensively.
"Boy, you look like a love-sick cow," Jimmy had
teased.
"Well, I'd like to know what you look like!" she
demanded.
Jimmy laughed, and pulled out some cake, cutting a
piece for himself, and one for his sister.
Cathy had to hand it to him! It didn't matter how
aggravating he got. He always looked out for her.
"Where are Mom and Dad."
Cathy turned away momentarily to hide the blush
that crept into her face.
"I don't know," she lied. "Aren't they in the
living room?"
"No."
"But all the tights are on!"
Jimmy laughed, his voice husky. "I know where
they are."
"Where?" Cathy demanded.
"In bed."
"Without turning off the lights?"
Jimmy stuffed a piece of cake in his mouth, and
nodded.
"There are times when you don't turn off the
lights," he said, sagely.
"I don't know what that means," Cathy said.
"Oh, you'll find out!" her brother promised.
"You're too young now."
"No, I'm not!" Cathy exclaimed, pushing the cake
away. She was too sexually aroused to eat. Her
stomach churned lazily in her belly.
To Cathy, it felt as if her stomach were doing
lazy somersaults.
She had to get away from her brother, had to go to
her room again, and bring herself off.
"I'm going to bed. Goodnight, Jimmy."
"Goodnight, Cathy. See you in the morning."
"Yeah."
Cathy put her glass in the sink, her milk only
partially drunk. She went back to her room.
Her face began to flush as she lay down on the bed
and opened her pajama tops. She started to massage her
breasts. Her fingertips soothed the ache in her
puckered nipples.
She massaged them very slowly, dreamily. Her mind
wandered into a haze.
She pushed the bottoms of her pajamas down, and
pressed her hand into her snatch. It was sticky and
wet.
She thought of her handsome, rakish brother, and
her father, with his monstrous prick, stuck deep in her
mother, and then his tongue noisily licking at her
mother's cunt.
She had learned one thing at least. If her father
had put his mouth on her mother's cunt, it couldn't be
perverted.
They wouldn't do anything perverted, so Cathy felt
free to fantasize about it.
She brought her hand to her mouth, and tasted her
pussy cream. It was a strange taste, musky but
somehow, rather sweet at the same time.
While her right hand started to massage her pussy
again, her left hand roamed freely over her burgeoning
tits.
She felt herself getting hotter and hotter. She
rubbed the opening of her juicy little virgin crack,
feeling the wetness seep out of her.
Her hand encountered the minuscule little hard
button of her clitoris.
She started to rub it, and she felt goose bumps
rise on her smooth, white flesh. Her small pink
nipples got harder, and she rolled her tongue around
and around her lips.
She put one finger into her dripping twat, and
twirled it around, trying to make it feel like her
father's dick might feel. But she knew it was too
small, so she put two fingers into her cunt.
She started to perspire. There was a slight sting
as her flesh was stretched wider than it had ever been,
but the pleasure was much stronger than the discomfort.
She gasped, and her pumping fingers stopped their
rhythmic motion for a moment, as Cathy thought of
something else that was terribly important.
If her father ate her mother's cunt, did her
mother eat her father's huge prod? She wasn't sure if
it would fit into her mother's mouth. But then she had
been pretty sure it wouldn't fit into her mother's
pussy!
But the thought tantalized her further. Her
delight grew as her hands moved around and around on
her wet aroused flesh.
She began to twitch. It felt like something was
hurting in her stomach at first, but then her pussy
overflowed with thick syrup, and the twitching became a
pleasure that was so intense, she thought she would
faint.
She started to finger herself faster and faster.
She couldn't control her senses any longer. Her hips
went out of control humping upward, driving her fingers
deeper into her twat, until they were buried up to the
knuckle.
She bit her lower lip to keep from crying out
loud, and alerting the rest of her family that she was
up to no good.
Her orgasm finally exploded, and her body twitched
insanely in the delicious throes. Her breasts swelled
with her passion, and she trembled.
Her orgasm peaked and then floated away in little
wisps, leaving a residue of hot fleshy pleasure which
warmed her belly, and eased out her over-active mind.
She relaxed and fell into a deep sleep. Her hand
was still between her free-flowing cunt lips.
Cathy was determined to initiate herself into the
mysteries of sex as soon as possible. And she really
didn't care if it were her brother, or someone in
school.
She would decide in the morning how she wanted to
go about it.
Even in her sleep she could feel her pussy
creaming wildly.
She had several dreams that night.
In the first one, her father came into her room
with that monstrous peter of his gripped in his hand.
In the second dream, she saw her mother getting
fucked by her father.
In the third one, she was lying under her
brother's body. He was fucking her like a stallion,
and Cathy was screaming.
When she woke up from that one, she was trembling
all over and covered with sweat.
Her bed was soaking wet under her quivering
buttocks from the sweet honey which had flowed from her
overheated snatch.
Chapter 2
Cathy had a very difficult day at school the next
day. Ordinarily a very good student, she couldn't
concentrate on anything.
Furthermore, with all the spying on her mother's
and father's fucking and sucking, with all the
masturbating she had done herself, she hadn't done any
homework at all.
For Cathy, that was unusual, and since it was
spring, her teachers tended to be a little bit
indulgent.
But Cathy had a lot of work to make up when she
got home from school that day. She was determined to
do it all, and she went right to her room, turned on
her radio to a mellow station, and dug right in.
The French and the English lessons were easy. But
she started to have problems with the algebra after the
third problem. She got part of it done, and then got
stuck.
Jimmy would be the answer. He always came to her
with the English and the French, and she always went to
him with the algebra, and the geometry. She walked
down the hall to his room.
She raised her arm to knock, but noticed that the
door was partially open; she peered through the crack
in the door.
What she saw really turned her on, really
delighted her and made her pussy cream. Her brother
was lying on his bed.
His pants and underpants were lying in a heap on
the floor. His huge prick was standing straight up
from his belly, and he was gripping it with his fist.
Jimmy's dick was as large as his father's. Cathy
felt her pussy creaming as she watched it. She licked
her lips, wishing that she could have his big dick
stuffing her cunt.
He was muttering as his big, athlete's hand pumped
on the cock. He started to pull harder on the shaft.
He kept pulling on it, until his hips started to move
up and down. His breathing became rather short and
staccato-like. Judging from his breathing, Cathy
assumed that he was on the verge of coming.
"Ohhh, I'm coming! Ohh, that's it, Suzy, pull on
it harder!"
Cathy gasped. Suzy Wood was the twin sister of
Stephanie, Cathy's best friend. Cathy knew that Jimmy
dated Suzy a lot and Cathy had heard that Suzy put out
for a lot of boys.
Jimmy was on the verge of coming. He dug his
heels deep into the mattress, and spread his legs even
further. Cathy was wet already, but the sight of her
brother getting so frantic, caused Cathy's blood to
boil in her veins.
She lifted her skirt, and she slid two of her
fingers down into her swollen, hot and throbbing pussy
meat. She started to masturbate wildly. And while she
was frigging herself, watching her brother masturbate,
she wished that her brother's nice big peter were stuck
in her hot little, untouched hole.
Cathy felt the need to suck on it, to play with
it, to feel what it was like.
Jimmy's face became anguished as his climax
approached.
"It's coming. Ohhh, yes, Suzy. Keep pumping that
thing!"
All of a sudden, a huge spray of white scum
started to shoot out of the head of his prick and made
an arc in the air, landing on his bare, flat belly.
By this time, Cathy was beside herself. She
couldn't take it any more. Her knees started to weaken
and she collapsed on the floor, still fingering
herself.
Her legs were wide open. Her buttocks muscles
rippled as she felt her own orgasm ripple through her.
She started to shake, and she came, right there on the
hall floor in front of Jimmy's room, the algebra book
forgotten on the floor beside her.
Oodles of her juice flowed from her cunt. She
felt it trickling down her ass crack, staining her
panties thoroughly.
She took several deep breaths, to recuperate from
the violence of her orgasm, and then she picked herself
up off the floor, adjusted her clothes, and went back
to her room.
She wanted to give Jimmy time to recover from his
orgasm, and to get dressed. Frigging herself was no
longer enough. Cathy figured that Jimmy would need
about ten or fifteen minutes.
In her aroused state, that was enough time to frig
herself again.
"Damn!" she muttered to herself.
She had been determined to finish all her
homework, and here she was masturbating again, so horny
that she couldn't even concentrate.
She had never seen a cock shoot scum before,
although she knew instantly what it was. It looked so
delicious that she felt terribly hungry to taste it.
Her affection and desire for her brother grew.
His cock had been every bit as big as her
father's, and Jimmy was a very popular boy in school.
So his cock couldn't be too big for the girls,
because if it were, they wouldn't go out with him a
second time.
Cathy lay down on the bed, after removing her
panty hose, and her soaking wet panties. She brought
the panties to her nose to sniff them.
She liked the smell of her juices. It turned her
on even more than usual.
She wanted something stuffed up her cunt
desperately, and then she gasped. She did have
something she could stick up her overheated twat!
There were candles in the holder on her bureau.
They were nice and thick and white.
She was a little scared about using them, but her
desperately horny state made it imperative that she use
something.
She went over to the bureau and extracted the
candle from its holder, and brought it back to bed with
her.
She spread her long, slender thighs wide apart,
and pressed the end of the candlestick against her
dripping twat. She was a little cautious. She didn't
know if she wanted to break her hymen or not, so her
thrusting was shallow.
She started to masturbate with the candle. It got
soaked with her juices. She slowly started to draw it
in and out of her raw cunt, trying to imitate her
father's thrusting motions, to see what it felt like.
She had never felt such pressure in her life.
Having the candlestick up her twat was better than her
fingers!
She started to moan and whisper to herself.
"Oh, Jimmy, what a nice big peter you've got.
Come on, stick it into my cunt. Come on, please? Oh,
please, please, Jimmy. I need it so bad. Oh, yes,
that's nice. That feels good, that feels very good."
Cathy started to lick her lips as her mouth went
dry with her growing passion. She began to thrust her
hips upward, driving the candle in a little further.
"Ohh, yes, lover. Faster, faster, keep it up.
Oh, ahhhh! I love it!"
Cathy moved the candle faster and faster, trying
to imagine that it was Jimmy's prick.
As her passion grew she thrust it in until the end
of the candle came in contact with her hymen. She
pulled the candle out somewhat, as she felt a slight
sting. She was afraid the candle would hurt her.
Better have a peter push through that barrier
between her and her sexuality. She kept pumping in
shallow strokes, feeling the candle becoming coated
fabulously with her slimy slick syrup. She rubbed her
clit with her other hand, and felt more pleasure rising
in her. She started to feel her orgasm rippling deep
in her cunt. Her juices flowed more freely.
She started to tingle from the top of her head to
the toes of her curled feet. She started to feel
herself coming.
"Oh, please, please! Make me come with your
peter. Jimmy, please, oh, I love it! Please put it
all the way in and shoot your juice into me. Make me
come. Let me have it, please!"
She rubbed her clit harder and harder, until she
felt the orgasm convulsing her body.
"Ohh, I'm coming, ohhh, that's good! Oh, Jimmy!"
she gasped, as her orgasm washed over her violently.
She felt her sex sweat pouring off her body as her
orgasm peaked. Her body arched up off the bed, taut
with the pleasurable convulsions which ripped through
her.
Then her body collapsed suddenly, and she lay
still, her lovely chest heaving with her labored
breath.
Cathy felt that she had to do something, and do it
fast. She thought seriously of going into her
brother's room and begging him to fuck her. But she
knew he would get angry, and she didn't want to make
him angry, in case she needed a favor from him.
She sighed, and got up. She still had the algebra
to do. Reluctantly, she put her panties back on, and
her panty hose, and went to her brother's room,
knocking on the door.
"Yeah!"
"Jimmy, it's Cathy. I need some help."
Boy did she need help, she thought. She needed to
have her cherry busted in the worst, possible way.
"O.K.," Jimmy said, and Cathy pushed the door
open. Jimmy was at his desk, studying. Cathy felt her
cunt creaming as she walked into the room. She
remembered what her brother's cock had looked like when
he had been masturbating. That would have been enough,
but she had seen it shoot, and the thought of all that
creamy jizz, which could have been pouring into her
cunt, instead of being wasted on his strong manly
belly, drove her crazy!
Jimmy helped her with her algebra. It was a
difficult chore, because Cathy was so very horny that
her mind kept wandering away.
"Come on, Sis!" Jimmy exclaimed with irritation.
"You're smarter than that. What's the matter?"
"Oh, nothing.
"You have a problem?"
Cathy sighed. What could she say? She'd only
have another argument with Jimmy, and right now he was
being very patient and nice to her. Jimmy was always
nice to her except when he was being bossy.
Somehow or other, she managed to get her homework
all done, including her history, and the history
teacher had given the class an exceptionally long
assignment that day.
Then she went to bed. She frigged herself to
sleep until well after her parents had gone to bed.
She even got up and went to her parents' bedroom,
hoping to see them fucking again, but their door was
closed, and when Cathy pressed her ear against it, she
couldn't hear anything.
She had probably waited too long.
The next day in school, Cathy really tried to
fight the problem of her growing sexual frustration.
She paid as much attention as she could in the classes,
and raised her hand a lot, just to let the teachers
know that she was with it.
Tonight was going to be a fun night, she thought.
Her parents were going to a dinner dance, and Jimmy and
Cathy would be alone in the house. They usually made
some junk food, or ordered in pizza. Their parents
were nuts about balanced meals and the two young people
seldom got to taste the real garbage food that lots of
teenagers liked.
Jimmy came to her table at noon time.
"Do you mind staying in the house alone for a
couple of hours?" he asked.
"Of course not, silly!" Cathy said.
"Well, I just wanted to know. I have basketball
practice tonight. But I'll be home about eight-thirty.
Is that OK with you?"
"Sure, Jimmy. I'll make supper for both of us."
Jimmy looked at her grinning.
"Why don't we order in pizza?"
"We had pizza the last time Mom and Dad were out."
"Well, what do you want?"
"How about Chinese food?"
"Nah! I had Chinese food with the guys night
before last."
Cathy sighed. Sometimes Jimmy was more
exasperating than other times.
"How about if I make supper for us?"
Jimmy frowned. "I don't know about that. What do
you want to make."
"Steak and home fries, and a salad?"
"That would be O.K. if you don't wreck
everything."
"Of course I won't!"
"O.K.! O.K.! That sounds fine. Then we'll have
steak and home fries. Put lots of onions in the home
fries, huh?"
"Yeah," Cathy said.
The biggest troublemaker, and the hottest stud in
Cathy's class watched the two young people talking.
Wayne had had a hard-on for Cathy all year. She
had really grown up over the summer, and seemed to
develop more and more all through the school year. She
was a knock-out, the best-looking girl in class.
But she sure as shit wasn't an easy lay.
He was sitting at a table in the cafeteria with
Ron and Whitey.
Wayne turned to his two friends.
"I'm gonna get into Cathy's pussy if it's the last
thing I do," he said.
"You sure about that?" Whitey asked.
"Yeah, why?" Wayne asked.
"Don't you know about her brother?"
"What about him?"
"If Jimmy Jones ever catches you with his sister,
or finds out that you got to her, he'll mop up the
floor with you."
"Bullshit!" Wayne retorted to Whitey.
"Whitey's right," Ron said, interfering. "If I
were you, I'd chicken out."
"What in hell for? He can't do anything to me."
"Bullshit!" Ron retorted. "He's the best wrestler
and weight-lifter in the whole school, and that
includes the senior varsity guys," Ron said.
"We'll see about that," Wayne said.
Cathy was dreaming on her way home from school.
She wanted to get fucked so bad, she was seriously
thinking of seducing her brother that very night. Her
parents wouldn't be home until after eleven o'clock.
Cathy almost cursed her brother out for going to
basketball practice. That took a lot of time away from
her, time she would need to effect her plan.
Walking a good ten feet behind her, unnoticed by
the day-dreaming luscious little nymphet was Wayne.
Wayne was the kind of guy who was always in
trouble, and the brother of a girl he had the hots for
was not about to stop him in his full pursuit of her
cunt. He liked the idea of the risk he was taking.
His prick was throbbing with his lust. It was so
big and heavy that it almost burst through his pants.
They were nearing Cathy's house. He had to get
her, he said to himself. He had to have her!
His steps quickened as Cathy approached the gate
leading to her house. Cathy noticed the footsteps
behind her, finally, as Wayne approached.
As she came abreast of her house, she turned
slightly, to see who was trying to catch up with her.
Her breath choked in her throat. It was Wayne,
the baddest, sexiest stud in her class. He seemed to
be approaching her, and Cathy couldn't understand it.
Wayne had never seemed to know that she existed.
But he knew she existed know. Cathy sighted up
and down the street, and right now, she and he were the
only persons on the quiet tree-lined avenue. She
decided to play it to the hilt.
Since her brother was a long shot, she might as
well play Wayne to the hilt. She needed to get her
pussy stuffed, and she knew that Wayne had a reputation
for not taking no for an answer.
The very idea of it sent lustful shivers of
anticipatory pleasure coursing through her body.
"C-C-Cathy!" Wayne hollered, as he ran toward her.
"Why, Wayne Johnson! What a pleasant surprise!"
Cathy drawled, trying to make her voice as sexy as
possible.
Wayne came abreast of her, and stood in front of
her panting.
"How are you?" she asked, batting her eyelashes.
"I-I'm fine. How are you?"
"I'm very well, thank you. What brings you here?"
Wayne blushed. He wasn't quite sure how to go
about it, he knew a lot of easy lays, and all he did
was ask. But he didn't want to appear too crude to
Cathy. For all he knew, she was a virgin, and the
wrong move, or too aggressive a move would turn her
off.
"I, well, I'm having trouble with my biology. I
was wondering if you had an hour or so to help me out."
Cathy's pussy creamed, and her knees turned to
jelly.
"Why, of course, Wayne," she said.
She opened the gate, and walked toward the porch,
Wayne following her. Cathy made a point of swiveling
her hips in the sexiest way she knew how.
When the two of them were in the house, Cathy
ushered Wayne into the living room.
"Would you like to have a drink with me?" she
asked, mimicking her mother, who was an extremely
gracious hostess.
"Well, I have to be home soon, but I guess it's
all right. Is anybody else in?"
"No," Cathy smiled. "My parents went out to a
dinner dance, and Jimmy won't be home until late--very
late! He has basketball practice."
Cathy wanted it made very clear that Wayne had a
clear field, for whatever purpose he had in mind, and
Cathy didn't care what his purpose was, as long as it
was sexual!
"What do you want to drink?" Cathy asked, leaning
against the door of the living room, which led to the
dining room, and through the dining room to the
kitchen. She leaned in profile, arching her body
forward so that Wayne could get a good look at her
breasts, and her long, willowy body. Her intention was
to inflame him, and she did!
"Unh, Coke?"
"Sure, Wayne," Cathy cooed. She walked out to the
kitchen, and poured two Cokes, and came back.
Wayne was sitting on the couch. Cathy sat beside
him, very, very close to him. She hiked her skirt up
slightly, just enough to reveal about half her thigh.
Her eyes veered in the direction of Wayne's
crotch, and she saw something that pleased her
enormously!
Wayne's cock was very, very hard. It bulged
against the fabric of his jeans. Cathy had the urge to
reach over and cover the glorious mound of man meat
with her soft palm.
She could hear Wayne breathing heavily.
"Cathy, can I ask you a question?"
"Sure," Cathy said, hearing her voice squeak
because her throat was so dry. She took a sip of the
coke.
"Can I--well, we haven't really got to know each
other. What I mean to say is ... well," Wayne said,
his throat sounding as if it were equally dry, "can I
...?"
"Can you what, Wayne?"
Cathy's brother had insisted to her that men were
turned off by aggressive women. She wanted to kiss
Wayne in the worst way! He was so tall and handsome
and good-looking.
He would do just as well as her brother, although
Cathy wasn't sure she wanted to give up the idea of
doing it with her brother.
Right now, her body was squirming on the couch.
She felt the heat from Wayne's body, and his breath was
puffing hotly on her face, which only turned her on
more.
She bit her tongue, waiting for him to ask her to
fuck him. She was sure that's what he would do.
"Well, I want to thank you for the Coke!" Wayne
said, picking it up off the coffee table, and drinking
it with thirsty gulps that Cathy could hear.
Again, the sound turned her on, just like the heat
from his body, the bulge in his pants, and the sound of
his breathing turned her on.
Cathy felt as if she were on fire. She wanted
Wayne in the worst possible way. She wanted Wayne so
bad that her cunt ached.
As a matter of fact, Cathy's cunt ached so badly,
that she would have taken anyone at that moment who had
a cock which could pop her cherry!
"Oh, come off it, Wayne!" she exclaimed, getting
irritated as her nerves screamed for release from the
tension which had built in her young ardent body. Her
pussy was creaming so badly, that her panties were
soaked clear through. The sticky fluid was coating the
inner flesh of her trembling thighs. She spread them
slightly, trying to cool off her cunt a little. She
didn't want to turn Wayne off.
"What do you mean?" Wayne asked, getting a little
edgy himself.
"That's not a question," she said. She turned to
him and gave him her brightest smile, and sipped her
Coke again, running her tongue sexily over the rim of
the glass.
"The Coke's good, huh?" she said.
"Yeah," Wayne said. "Best Coke I ever had."
"Thank you," Cathy said, squirming again.
Now her clitoris was jangling with some very hot
emotions. Cathy was afraid she would come before Wayne
got around to popping the question--and her cherry
shortly thereafter.
Wayne was getting embarrassed by his hard-on.
Cathy noticed that he winced when he crossed his leg,
trying to hide it.
"Oh, excuse me. I--I wanted to know if I could
kiss you."
Cathy feigned surprise, even though it was killing
her, and looked at him with her jaw slack.
"Oh!" Wayne exclaimed, seeing the look of
astonishment. "I only meant ... only if you wanted to
kiss me."
"Why do you want to kiss me, Wayne?"
"Because you're so pretty," Wayne said, his voice
getting guttural. "I've been looking at you all year.
You're really ... well ...!"
Cathy saw his Adam's apple move as he gulped again
with nervousness.
With enormous calculation Cathy put her hand on
Wayne's knee.
"Well," she said, looking down, fluttering her eye
lashes, and trying to act demure. "Well, if you want
to!"
"Oh, I do!" Wayne said. His hand came out timidly
and touched Cathy's dimpled knee. Cathy almost jumped
when she felt Wayne's hand on her knee. She wanted to
throw herself on him.
But she held back, remembering what her brother
said.
Wayne kept his hand on her knee for what seemed to
Cathy like hours. She wanted him to reach out and kiss
her, but Wayne seemed far from ready to kiss her.
He sure acted shy for someone who was known as the
class stud!
Maybe he just acted that way with strange girls.
Maybe, Cathy thought, she should take the ball in her
own hands, and call the shots.
She looked up at him, and slowly leaned forward.
She aimed for his mouth, and then decided that maybe
that wouldn't be the right thing to do--too brazen!
She kissed him slightly to the left of the corner
of his mouth, softly. The very touch of her lips on
his inflamed her further.
Wayne's mouth moved closer to Cathy's, until his
lips were about half covering hers. Cathy liked the
kiss, but that wasn't all that she wanted.
She felt Wayne's hand begin to slip up from her
knee, and caress her thigh. She decided to follow
suit.
She brought her hand up softly, until it was
within inches of his burgeoning cock. She could almost
feel the heat of it, as she raised her hand as close to
his meat as she dared without actually touching it.
"Oh, Cathy ..." Wayne moaned, his voice trembling
with passion.
"What?" Cathy asked, wanting him to get the
messing around over with! She had to have his cock.
"Can I ...?"
"Can you what?"
"Can I touch you?"
"Oh, yes, Wayne, honey, touch me!" Cathy breathed.
Very slowly, with maddening lack of haste, Wayne's
hand moved up over Cathy's thigh until she felt his
hand cupping her muff. His touch was so light that she
could barely feel his hand, but the warmth from his
palm was devastating.
"Oh, Wayne," she said, encouraging him, "that
feels so good!"
"Oh, yes, Cathy," Wayne responded. She felt his
finger starting to rub up and down over the soggy mess
of her panties.
He looked at her, his eyes lust-bright.
"You--you ...!" He gulped again.
"What, Wayne?" Cathy asked, her voice acquiring an
edge of annoyance in it.
"You can touch me if you want."
She then felt his cock through his pants. It was
big and hot and she felt it throbbing. She couldn't
stand it one more minute. She didn't care what kind of
a hussy he thought she was.
She had to touch his prick.
She pulled his zipper down. Then she reached in,
and fumbled around.
Wayne gasped, and his hand tightened as it pressed
against her muff. She felt his fingers prying into her
waist band. Then she felt the erotic pleasure of his
fingers against her bare wet pussy.
Cathy's hand made contact with Wayne's raging rod,
and she gasped. It seemed to be so thick and hard--
thicker and harder than her father's or Jimmy's.
She pulled it out of its cotton prison, and looked
at it. It was big all right, but it turned out to be
not as big as Jimmy's and her father's.
It was do or die for Cathy. She felt her need for
cock build in her body until she was shaking like a
leaf.
Wayne was moaning and groaning furiously. He
started to rub up and down on her pussy furiously, and
then his mouth sought hers again.
This time he stuck his tongue in her mouth. Cathy
sucked on it, feeling her pussy cream pour in thick
warm streams from her very tight love tunnel.
Taking the bull by the horns, she looked up at
Wayne.
"Ohhh, I want you to stick that thing up my pussy.
It's been wanting a dick for a long time, and now I've
got my chance. Please, Wayne!"
Wayne gasped at the boldness of the girl. He
appeared not to know exactly what to do. But her words
had the desired effect on his dick.
As Cathy held it in her soft, teenaged hand, she
felt the throbbing in it increase until it felt like a
tom-tom against her flesh.
Cathy leaned backward. Wayne leaned forward,
trying to keep contact with her lush, hot body. She
threw one leg up on the sofa, leaving her twat more
open to the stimulation of Wayne's hand, still dabbling
in her pussy.
She pushed his pecker against her soggy pants, and
Wayne grunted.
"You gotta take them off!" he gasped.
"What?"
"You gotta take your panties off!"
"Oh, I forgot. See how excited you made me?"
Cathy arched her hips upward, while Wayne inserted
his fingers into the waistband of her panties, and then
pulled them off.
Cathy pushed her skirt up around her waist.
"Ohhh," Wayne moaned, "you have such a beautiful
pussy."
Cathy was just about ready to scream. She wanted
his prick in her so badly, that she would have
willingly foregone the foreplay.
But Wayne seemed determined to frustrate her to
the point of sanity.
Maybe the other girls liked this kind of messing
around, but Cathy decided she didn't! She was too hot
and horny. She could have dispensed with everything
but Wayne's sticking his big cock in her cunt.
Wayne placed his cock at the hot, drooling
entrance to her cunt. He grunted as he started to push
inward.
At last, Cathy thought! At last it was happening.
She was going to have her cherry popped.
She grunted, as she felt the sting of Wayne's cock
trying to push into her very tight little twat.
"Unh, Cathy, you're so tight."
"Oh, please, Wayne, get it in there."
"I'll try," he said, grunting again, as he thrust
again. Wayne was having a problem. His cock was
thick, and Cathy, for all her lubrication, was very,
very tight. She spread her legs wider, hoping that way
to open the hole a little more, to make Wayne's
entrance into her tight cunt easier.
"Oh, hurry, Wayne, I'm so hot!" Cathy begged.
"Unhh! You sure are tight, Cathy. But I'll get
it in, if I--I have to kill you!"
He started to enter her tight pussy, stretching
the opening slightly. It hurt Cathy, but she didn't
care. She wanted the pleasure of his massive cock
stuffing her cunt. Finally he got his cock head in.
"Ooooh!" she said, wincing. "It--it feels so
good."
It didn't, really. Or rather, it felt good and
bad at the same time. She felt the bulbous cock head
throbbing against her incredibly tight pussy, as Wayne
tried to thrust it in even more.
"Ohh!" Cathy said, finally relenting, "that big
thing hurts. Be easy, lover, and gentle, please?"
"Sure thing, Cathy, but don't you think you're
going too far?"
"No! I want it. I want it so bad that I can
taste it in my mouth!" Cathy squealed. She arched her
hips up, but the cock didn't advance any more.
"I hope I can get it into your mouth, because
you've got a tight one there, baby, and I may not be
able to get it into your cunt."
Cathy moaned. She had a growing fear that her
cunt was so tight, she would never be fucked in her
life. She envisioned herself as an old maid, taking
cock in her mouth because no one could get a cock into
her pussy.
Cathy didn't dare to tell Wayne that this was her
first real cock. She was afraid she would scare him
away.
Wayne started to push again, trying to get into
her hole. Cathy knew that if he got it much further
in, he would rupture her maidenhead. She thought that
once that was done her hole would open up more and give
her more pleasure.
Right now, she could sense the incipient pleasure,
but she was suffering from a great deal of discomfort,
too.
"It won't go, Cathy," the boy said, relenting on
the pressure he had applied as he tried to get his huge
cock into her cunt.
Cathy was desperate. If Wayne's cock wouldn't fit
into her cunt, how would her brother's?
"Please go slow, Wayne. I'll try to help you."
She reached down to grasp Wayne's massive pecker.
The two youngsters were so wrapped up in each
other, that they didn't hear the front door open.
Cathy was delirious. She didn't know whether she
wanted it in or she wanted it out of her. Yet she
tried to drive it in by humping her hips up. But the
cock wouldn't move.
"What the hell are you doing!"
Wayne gasped. With a painful wrenching motion, he
pulled out of Cathy's cunt and sat up. He tried to
stuff his massive peter into his jeans, and had to
stand up to do it, as Jimmy, the picture of brotherly
indignation, strode into the room.
"Oh, Jimmy!" Cathy squealed, by now beside herself
with rage and frustration, "why did you have to come
home now?"
"I came home because I didn't like the idea of
leaving you all alone in the house, and damnit! I was
right!"
He took several minatory steps toward Wayne, his
fists clenched. Wayne knocked over the coffee table
sprinting out of the room. He forgot his school books,
and his jacket in his desperation to get away from
Jimmy.
"I'll get you in school tomorrow, you mother-
fucking sister-raper! You just get your chicken
henchmen together, because I'll meet up with you at
lunch time!" Jimmy bellowed after the retreating Wayne.
"I hate you!" Cathy screamed, clenching her fists
and glaring at her brother. "You have no right."
"Yes I do. I'm your brother!" Jimmy bellowed,
striding up to his sister. He didn't know if he wanted
to kiss her or kill her. He had had a glimpse of her
swollen pink pussy meat, before she sat up.
Her breasts were heaving with her rage and
excitement.
She started to cry, and plumped down on the couch,
resting her lovely face in her folded arms.
"You're too young to be doing shit like that!"
"No I'm not. I want it! I want it! I want it!"
Cathy screamed beating her fists at her sides. She
rolled around from side to side on the couch, and then
got up.
"Hey, wait a minute Sis!" Jimmy cried, grabbing
one of Cathy's arms as she started to run out of the
room.
"No!" she screamed, trying to yank her wrists from
her brother's tight grasp.
"Where are you going?" the alarmed boy gasped.
"You aren't going to do anything rash, are you?"
"I'm going upstairs and frig myself with a candle.
I'm going to pop my cherry with it. I can't wait
anymore!" she screamed. With one violent last wrench,
she pulled away from her brother and clattered up the
stairs, sobbing violently.
She ran into her room, and slammed the door and
then locked it.
She threw herself on the bed, between the devil
and the deep blue sea. In the first place, she was
horny. In the second place she was so horny that she
was enraged. In the third place, her brother had made
her even angrier by barging in on her the way he did.
In the fourth place, her brother always made her horny,
and that added to the intensity of the lust which
coursed through her. In the fifth place, she was so
horny at this point, that the candle wouldn't do. In
the sixth place she needed that candle, and didn't care
any more what kind of damage it would do to her cherry.
She had to have it popped! In the seventh place, she
was so enraged with lust and passion, that her knees
were now too weak to carry her heaving body across the
room to the bureau, where the candle was.
She was white and weak with desire.
She heard her brother knocking on the door.
"Cathy, Cathy! Open this door."
She heard the door knob rattle.
"Go away, I'm going to die!" she screamed, sobbing
violently. And in fact, at that moment, given her
bizarre condition, she was really afraid it would
happen.
"Cathy you open this door, or I'll bust it in!"
That only made Cathy cream more. She wanted him
to bust it in, wanted him to rush into the room, wanted
him to take her, violently, with no foreplay, and no
little kid stuff.
Cathy needed to be fucked so badly that her cunt
was contorted with pain. She wondered if she could
take a cock in her cunt the way it felt right now.
She heard a loud thud against the door, and it was
battered inward. Her brother stood in the doorway, his
hands clenched, looking at his sister.
She hadn't put her panties back on, and her skirt,
with all the writhing on the bed she had done, was
hiked up past her ass.
That condition did not escape her brother's
attention. His cock was throbbing violently as he
stared at her trembling form.
He walked over to the bed.
"Go away!" she screamed.
"Cathy, you're too young to do it!"
"No, I'm not!"
"Yes you are!" her brother said hotly.
Cathy was out for blood. She ached so badly that
it was sheer agony for her to remain in this pristine
condition any longer.
She looked up at her brother, her eyes glistening
like jewels with the tears in them.
"You're just jealous, you bastard!" she hissed,
using a word she seldom used, and wouldn't have dared
to use in front of her parents.
"What are you talking about!" Jimmy exclaimed,
distressed. He got so up-tight with her accusation,
that he jumped off the bed, and stared at her.
Cathy looked up at him, her attention arrested by
his violent emotion. As if someone had handed him a
hot potato and he had dropped it because his hand had
got burned.
Had she, inadvertently, hit upon a truth? She
looked at his crotch.
He had a hard-on!
"You're just saving me for yourself, that's what!"
she screamed. "Look at you! Look at that hard-on!"
She reached out and squeezed it hard. It was like
a firebrand and it only added more fuel to her already
raging fire. Her brother yelped at the pressure of her
hand, and jumped backward.
"You're a hypocrite, Jimmy Jones!" she screamed.
She was salivating heavily, and a thin trickle of
saliva gleamed on the corner of her mouth.
"You've wanted me all this time, and you've made
me stay away from boys so you can have me yourself."
"Cathy, that's incest!" the disturbed boy gasped.
"I don't care! Ohhh ...!" she moaned, renewing
her tears. She had cried so hard that she was
hiccuping.
"Cathy," Jimmy said, appalled at the idea, and
admitting the truth of it, "that's incest. What would
Mom and Dad say?"
Cathy looked up at him, and then down at his
fantastic cock.
"They don't have to know," she said, angling for
her brother's attention. Wayne had been, at best,
second best. It was her brother she had wanted all
along, and he had just about admitted that he felt the
same way about her.
She saw her brother gulp, saw his Adam's apple
move up and down as he swallowed, his throat dry, his
passion rising at a fast clip.
There was no doubt in Jimmy's mind that his sister
had blossomed into one hell of a woman. There was no
doubt in his mind that he loved her. He had loved her
from the first moment he remembered her, running around
after him with her bright smile and her golden hair,
adoring him, looking up to him, listening to him when
he talked to her.
The lump in his throat made his breathing hard.
That love had grown into a lust for his sister.
"It's true," he said, with his characteristic
honesty and courage. "I guess I have fallen in love
with you. I guess I was jealous of you with other
boys. But I don't want you for myself. That's wrong.
I just want you to find a nice boy. Why in hell did
you pick a klutz like Wayne Johnson?"
Cathy gasped and raised herself up on one elbow,
glaring at her brother.
"Wayne is the best stud in class!" she hissed.
"And thanks to you, I'll never be able to find out
why."
"You didn't look like you were doing too good with
him!" Jimmy barked. "And he's not the best stud in
class. He just does good public relations! He doesn't
even know how to use his dick!"
"How do you know, Jimmy Jones?" Cathy screamed,
remembering how difficult it was for Wayne to insert
his prick in her cunt.
"Because I've had some of the girls that he's had,
and he sucks! They've told me."
"Well, they never tell me. Mary Jane said he was
fantastic!"
"Mary Jane is a virgin, like you. She's just
talking because she feels left out."
"How do you know?" Cathy screamed.
"Oh, come on, Cathy," Jimmy said, getting up
enough courage to sit down on the bed again. Having
confessed his love for his sister, she was getting a
little too hot to handle. And Jimmy's cock ached.
He reached out timidly, and stroked Cathy's hair.
"The least you could do, if you really want to
have your cherry popped, is come to me. I'll get you a
date with one of the boys in my class. They're all
really great, and they'll treat you nice. With
respect, the way you deserve."
"I don't want one of the boys in your class,
Jimmy," Cathy said. Her little hand reached out and
she pressed her palm into Jimmy's hard-on.
"I want you."
Jimmy jumped as if he had been stuck with a knife.
"Cathy, I told you, that's wrong!"
"Why? You said you loved me. If you don't do it,
Jimmy Jones, I'm going to run away tonight, and get it
done by someone--anyone. I'll go downtown, and pretend
I'm a hooker!"
"No you won't because I'll lock you in your room!"
"You can't!" Cathy retorted. "You broke the
lock."
"I'll lock you in my room, then," Jimmy said,
furious with the stubborn little girl. "You're not
going anywhere tonight, Cathy Jones!"
"If you lock me in your room, I'll tell Mom and
Dad you raped me," Cathy said. She didn't really mean
it. She wouldn't hurt her parents like that, or do
something that bad to Jimmy.
For as long as she'd known him, he had been
kindness itself to her. When other big brothers were
teasing their sisters, and being mean to them, Jimmy
had always been nice to her, had talked to her, had
helped her with her homework--even worked on their
parents with her to get something she wanted, like her
bicycle.
"Cathy that would kill Mom and Dad!" Jimmy said,
genuinely concerned, and puzzled how to treat his
sister. He had never seen her so wild, so hot and
eager.
Cathy dissolved into tears again. She couldn't do
that to her brother or her parents. But she had to
have sex, and soon.
Jimmy leaned over his sister, and hugged her.
"I didn't mean it," she sobbed.
"I know."
"No you don't know. I saw you Jimmy. I saw you
pumping your prick. I heard you yelling Suzy's name.
How come it's all right for you to get your rocks off,
and it's not all right for me."
Jimmy didn't have any pat answers any more. His
cock ached for his sister, and her pussy was right
there in front of him.
"I hurt!" Cathy moaned.
Jimmy could definitely identify with that! He had
had enough blue balls in his day to appreciate sexual
hunger so intense it was painful.
Desperate to calm her down, desperate to heal the
breach he felt he had made, he reached down with his
hand, and cupped her wet, sticky muff.
Jimmy felt that his hand was on fire when he
touched his sister's soft little twat.
"Shhh!" he said. "I'll bring you off."
"I want a cock!" Cathy moaned, humping her hips
against her brother's eager hand. She felt her pussy
cream flowing from her twat, as her brother rubbed up
and down on her sweet little snatch.
Hungry to feel her brother's cock, she reached
into his lap again, and pulled down his zipper.
Jimmy was more than willing that she should bring
him off, too. If she didn't, he was going to have to
do the job himself. He was just too hard, and too hot
not to relieve himself of the churning load in his
balls.
As he fondled his sister's pussy, all his love and
desire for her built in his young body. He felt his
cock throbbing violently, as his sister pulled it out
of its denim nest.
She started to pump on it, the way she had seen
him pump on it when he was masturbating.
"Is that right, Jimmy?" she asked.
"Unh!" Jimmy grunted, nodding his head.
His sister's hand pumping up and down on his cock,
inflaming his loins, was driving him crazy. He almost
didn't think he wanted to go through with it. He was
afraid that once he shot his load, his cock would still
be erect, demanding its primary object, which was to be
stuffed in his sister's tight twat.
He felt a terrific flush of passion course through
his body. His cock lurched in Cathy's hand.
"Jimmy?" she gasped.
"What?" Jimmy asked, his voice breathy with lust.
His hand was rapidly getting soaked with Cathy's
juices. Her cunt felt incredible. He could feel her
swollen pussy lips throbbing with her passion.
"Put it in me, please. Take my cherry. I want
you!"
That request was too much for the aroused boy. He
leaned down, and started to remove her blouse, with
trembling hands.
He took his time, still torn between his need for
her, and his conscience, which said that having
intercourse with his sister was wrong.
Cathy reached up and removed her brother's T-
shirt, and fondled his chest. She rested the palm of
her hand over his heart, and felt his heart beating
against her soft hand, like a bird, beating with its
wings against a cage, desperate to be released.
As Jimmy worked on her skirt, pulling it down over
her lean hips, Cathy was unbuckling Jimmy's belt and
working his jeans down over his hips.
She arched her hips up as Jimmy removed her skirt,
and then he stood up and removed his jeans, getting
them down over his inflamed hard-on with considerable
difficulty.
He looked at his sister for one brief moment, and
then lay beside her. His hand, sticky-wet with the
effluence from her sweet hot little snatch, reached
again for her cunt.
Cathy pressed into him, her naked breasts rubbing
against the hot flesh of her brother's chest.
"Oh, Jimmy, you're so handsome, and you feel so
good," Cathy gasped, as she felt her little nipples
puckering with pleasure.
Jimmy grunted, and pried one finger into his
sister's tight cunt. The feeling of her tightness
almost scared him. She really was tight!
Her cuntal walls closed in around his finger. He
tried to get two fingers into her twat, and he
couldn't.
"Cathy," he gasped, in agony at the thought of not
getting off his rocks, "honest to God, I think you are
too young. Your cunt is too tight! I'll hurt you."
"I want you to hurt me," she gasped, arching her
hips upward on his finger. "I hurt anyway. I couldn't
hurt more. Jimmy please. I don't care if you kill
me!"
Moaning, Jimmy rolled on top of her, and pressed
his cock head against her tight little twat.
He couldn't believe how small she was. But her
tight little pussy was flooded with the juices of her
desire, and his cock was inflamed past all reckoning.
He thrust inward, and Cathy gasped, as she felt
her brother's cock head pry open her tight twat for the
first time in her life. She figured at this point that
Wayne's cock didn't count.
Her brother reached up, and started to fondle her
breasts. Then his head came down and he sucked on her
left nipple, making wet sucking noises as he nursed it.
Cathy felt the hot pleasure course through her,
felt the nipple pucker even more. She ran her hands
over her brother's back, feeling his well-developed
muscles rippling with his excitement.
"Hurry, Jimmy! Stuff it in. I can't stand it."
"Hold your horses!" Jimmy exclaimed. "You're
tight. Just let me work it in."
"Ohhh," Cathy moaned. She humped her hips up, and
a little more of Jimmy's cock worked its way into her
tight little twat.
Jimmy reached under her back, and pressed her
lithe young body against his. The feeling was
incredible.
There was the knowledge that she was his sister,
the years of love he had nursed for her, all the
loveliness that had passed between them. And here she
was, in his arms, begging him to take her cherry.
A wave of tenderness rippled through his young
body, so intense as to amount to pain. He pushed
inward a little more, and felt her cuntal walls spread
before the onslaught of his huge, hot hard manhood.
"Ohh, Jimmy, it feels so good," Cathy gasped. Her
hips were squirming around under him. Jimmy felt more
of her pussy juices flooding from her cunt, and
greasing his long thick shaft, making it easier for him
to slither more deeply into her cunt.
He worked his hands down over her slender, soft
back, until his hands were cupping her firm young ass
cheeks.
He pried open her ass cheeks, and started to
tickle the inner valley of her ass cleft, as he pushed
inward a little more, carefully, afraid that he would
hurt her.
Jimmy felt his cock head now drooling with his
pre-come, hit the barrier of her maidenhead. Cathy was
gasping wildly, her hands clutching at him, her body
inflamed with the hot pleasure of her brother's cock
stuffing her cunt.
He felt so good, and he was being so gentle, so
considerate. Added to the pleasure of his sexual skill
was the knowledge that he loved her and he wouldn't
hurt her.
Her pleasure mounted. She arched her hips upward,
and then gasped. She winced as she felt the harsh
sting of her hymen being torn from her vaginal walls.
Jimmy, while she was suffering from the first
pain, thrust all the way in, feeling the blood gush
around his cock.
He planted himself balls-deep in the warm, wet
meadow of her lust, and then rested for a moment.
Cathy's body had stiffened, as she felt the pain
of her slaughtered virginity. It didn't bother her.
She knew it always hurt the first time. But as the
pain receded, the hot pleasure of her brother's cock
throbbing against the incredibly tight walls of her
pussy started to build.
Now she was a woman, thanks to her brother!
Chapter 3
"Are you all right?" her brother asked, looking
keenly at his sister's face.
She smiled and nodded.
"I'll feel even better when you fuck me," she
said, throwing her arms around her brother's neck.
Her brother's finger had found the puckered round
ring of her shit chute, and he was teasing it. This
inflamed Cathy's cunt to a furious flame.
"Wait a minute, till you stop bleeding," he said,
leaving his cock lodged tightly in her cunt.
He had never been in a cunt so tight, and the
pressure in his balls almost killed him. But at the
same time, it felt so good, that if he were suspended
in this moment for the rest of his life, he would
consider it heaven.
"Bend your knees up," Jimmy instructed his sister.
She did as she was told. This eased some of the
tightness in her cunt. Her pussy walls stretched a
little more to accommodate Jimmy's cock more
comfortably.
She moaned.
Jimmy's mouth came down on hers, and he began to
kiss her passionately, still leaving his cock quietly
in her little cunt.
Cathy started to squirm wildly, as Jimmy's cock
stuffed her cunt. It felt so big and hard and
gorgeous.
As he kissed her, he flicked his tongue into her
mouth, and teased the tip of her tongue. Cathy melted
in his arms. Her cunt started to stretch a little,
accommodating his cock better.
And that's when Jimmy started to move in her,
pulling his cock out to the tip very carefully and then
plunging it inward, going nice and slow, so he wouldn't
hurt Cathy.
"Ohh!" Cathy moaned, wriggling her hips around on
her brother's cock. The pain was beginning to go away,
and Cathy was so wild with lust that she wanted her
brother to really sock it to her!
"Do you like it?" her brother asked, solicitously.
"Oh, yes, Jimmy, yes. Keep pumping it in and out
of me. It feels so good."
Her words only inflamed Jimmy more. He started to
pump in and out of her faster. Cathy was getting so
inflamed that there were spasms in her cuntal muscles.
Her little muscles gripped greedily at Jimmy's big
cock.
Jimmy thrust his love muscle deeply into her tiny
hole, and felt her cuntal walls close in around his
huge prod.
The pleasure took Cathy's breath away. She
started to arch her hips upward, matching Jimmy's
downward thrusts. She felt his cock slither into her
well-greased cunt with more and more ease, as her cunt
was stretched by his repeated thrusts.
"Ohhh, Jimmy, cram that dick into me. Fuck me,
ohhh!"
Jimmy started to thrust his cock with more speed,
and strength. He felt her cuntal walls stretch a
little, and Cathy was writhing with such obvious
pleasure that Jimmy knew he wasn't hurting her any
more.
He slammed his hairy groin into her arching muff
again and again, feeling his balls churn up their heavy
load of love juice.
He worked his hands under her back, and pressed
her to him. His buttocks rose and feel with his
rhythmic thrusting.
Jimmy knew that he was going to shoot his load any
minute, and he wanted Cathy to come, too. After all
this was her first time, and it should be special--
something she would remember forever.
Cathy threw her legs around Jimmy's undulating
waist. He was covered with sex sweat, and so was she.
Her breathing was labored, as Jimmy plunged his pole
into the cavern of her forbidden love. His cock began
to slide in and out of her pussy more and more easily,
as Cathy's cunt accommodated him more readily.
His grunts and moans became more than just
whispers. They became cries of delicious anguish. He
pounded into her, their sex flesh slapping together
with wet, smacking noises, as they brought each other
off.
Cathy was now feeling pure pleasure. Her face was
radiant, her features distorted with unbridled lust.
Her hip thrusts became more and more impassioned.
She tried to drive more and more of his cock into her
cunt. Her tongue rolled erotically around in Jimmy's
mouth as he kissed her.
Her nipples were all puckered with pleasure and
they were very hard. They sent little shivers of bliss
coursing through Cathy's body, heightening the fleshy
ecstasy which had possessed her.
Jimmy brought his mouth down and began to suckle
on Cathy's nipple. He ran his tongue around and around
on the hard little cherry-red nubbin.
He teased and tickled the tiny, hardened bud of
her tit, and then started to sink his teeth into her
tit.
"Ohhh, Jimmy, yesss!" Cathy hissed.
Jimmy went from one breast to the other, as his
peter plunged deeply into her wet hot cavern of desire.
"Oh, lover, suck it!" Cathy screamed. She ground
her hot swollen muff into Jimmy's hairy groin, loving
the way his thick cock felt in her cunt.
His tongue tantalized her tits, circling the
areola, and then the breast itself. Cathy continued to
moan in ecstasy and romantic passion.
She felt as if she were falling in love with her
brother.
As the thought occurred to her, she wondered if
she hadn't always been in love with him. He had always
been so good to her, and his cock felt so marvelous as
it dipped deep into her honey pot, and then pulled out,
only to plunge into her again.
She started to tremble all over, on the verge of
orgasm. Against her quivering ass cheeks, her
brother's soaking wet balls slapped lewdly.
"Oh, more, more, more!" Cathy gasped, beside
herself with the wild feelings which coursed through
her. "Oh, I love your big prick in my cunt."
They started to fuck faster and faster. Their
breathing got very heavy. It rasped harshly from their
lust-constricted throats, as they wallowed in the
fleshy pleasure of their impending climaxes. Their
flesh smacked against each other wetly.
Cathy's juices were flowing more heavily than she
had ever felt them flow in her life. They trickled out
of her stuffed hole and trickled in a shiny flood down
her ass cheeks, and pooled on the bed beneath her
humping ass.
Her syrup covered Jimmy's big pole as it pistoned
in and out of her cunt. Jimmy's eyes closed, and he
pressed Cathy so tightly to his chest that she lost her
breath. She didn't mind in the least. Her
breathlessness only increased her pleasure.
Jimmy's balls were aching. He felt them contract,
felt them unleash the torrid flood of his liquid desire
deeply into Cathy's aching cunt.
"Ohhh!" Jimmy gasped, pressing his mouth to
Cathy's ear. He could feel her spasms getting
stronger, knew that she was coming. "Come on, Cathy,
come on! Squeeze your pussy around my cock. Ohhh,
shit, it feels so great!"
Cathy started to squeal as she felt Jimmy's spunk
washing against the walls of her cunt. Her hips went
out of control. They slammed furiously up and down,
slamming into Jimmy's wet, hairy groin, as her orgasm
started to peak.
Jimmy kept shooting his hot load into Cathy, as a
wild storm went off in Cathy's cunt. The slight
soreness from her ruptured hymen totally disappeared as
Cathy felt her cunt flooded with her brother's juices.
The puddle beneath her humping hips got bigger and
bigger, as the two of them came violently.
Finally, both of their bodies collapsed, suddenly.
They lay in a wet, heaving soggy, fleshy mass, locked
together in their pleasure, weak from the aftermath of
their violent, prolonged orgasm.
Jimmy's meat was still hard. It throbbed wildly
in Cathy's cunt as they kissed and caressed each other.
"Was that good?" Jimmy asked, kissing her warm
soft cheek.
Cathy squeezed his hot, sweating body against her
lush curves, and moaned softly. She reached up and bit
his earlobe.
"Oh, yes, Jimmy. It was so good."
"Unh!" Jimmy grunted as he pulled out of her. He
winced. Her cunt was so tight and it had provided such
intense stimulation to his cock that he was sore.
Cathy was sore, too. Her thighs were stained with
blood and come juice.
Cathy looked down, pleased that she was now a
woman.
"Oh, God, Cathy! We have to clean this mess up
before Mom and Dad see it."
Cathy laughed at her brother's stricken look.
"It isn't the first time I've stained the bed. I
can just tell Mom I had a heavy period."
"No, you can't!" Jimmy retorted. "Last week Mom
scolded you for taking the last of her Tampax and not
telling her."
Cathy sat up, feeling their combined come juices
oozing out of her recently opened slit.
"Yeah, you're right. O.K. I'll do a wash."
"I got some underwear and a pair of jeans, while
you're at it," Jimmy grinned, getting up off the bed.
"Yeah, I have some stuff, too. I know! Let's
surprise Mom and Dad. Go to the hamper in their
bathroom, and get their laundry. We can have it all
done by the time they get home." The young people
started a wash in the washing machine, and then Cathy
started to make supper, with Jimmy helping.
They had taken a shower together, and washed away
the telltale signs of their indulged lust.
They sat down to dinner and talked.
"I'm so sore," Jimmy said.
"I didn't think guys got sore," Cathy said,
enjoying the steak. She was starved.
"Of course they do! I may be hard but the skin is
sensitive."
"Oh!" Cathy exclaimed. That was something new for
her.
"Pass me the potatoes," Jimmy asked.
"Do you get starved after you have sex, too?"
Jimmy grinned. Cathy returned the grin.
"So that's why you come home and go to the
refrigerator!" Cathy exclaimed, laughing.
"Well, that's your second helping, too!" Jimmy
retorted, as Cathy piled another generous load of
potatoes on her plate. "Now I'll know when you've been
fucking, too!"
Cathy grinned at him. She felt as if the two of
them had a conspiracy going. They had known each other
intimately.
"Do you still feel guilty?" she asked.
Jimmy shrugged his shoulders. "It's not right,
making it with your own sister."
"I don't know why. It sure felt good. You know
what I'd like to do?" she asked, pointing her fork at
him. "I'd like to suck off your cock."
Jimmy's mouth dropped. "You--you would?"
"Yeah! And I'd like you to suck off my pussy."
"Well," Jimmy grinned, twitching in his seat.
"We'll have to make a date to do that!"
"Hunh!" Cathy snorted sarcastically. "That's some
guilt you feel."
"Oh, lay off!" Jimmy retorted, digging into his
steak.
"I just want sex, sex, and more sex!" Cathy
gasped, twitching in her seat.
"Bet you don't want any more tonight!" her brother
said.
"I have to do my homework," Cathy said.
"Yeah, and I'll bet you're sore!"
Cathy grinned, acknowledging the truth of the
matter.
The two of them were sound asleep when their
mother and father came home. They checked on their
sleeping progeny, and smiled when they saw the laundry
done.
"Isn't that just like them?" their mother said,
when she saw the neat pile.
Mr. Jones kissed his wife, his tongue prying
deeply into her warm, receptive mouth.
"Of course it is, darling! Look what they have
for a mother!"
They went to bed to make love, not even suspecting
the awful truth.
The next day, Wayne was sitting with his friends
at school.
"Well, did you?" Ron asked, grinning.
"Yeah, what happened?" Whitey asked the sheepish
Wayne.
"Nothing!"
"If you don't talk, we're going to do some talking
of our own!" Ron threatened.
"Yeah, well ...!" Wayne gulped, as he remembered
the incident. Jimmy had promised to come after him at
lunch time.
Reluctantly, Wayne told them the whole story,
ungarnished. He made sure to inform them that Jimmy
had promised to get his ass at lunch time.
"Well," Whitey sighed, getting up from the table.
"This girl is turning into the femme fatale of the
school, and she's not even a cock-teaser the way
Stephanie and Suzy are!"
"Let's go!" Ron said, also getting up from the
table.
Very reluctantly, Wayne followed his friends, as
they went out to the school yard to keep their tryst
with Jimmy.
When Cathy came home from school that night, Jimmy
was in conference with his parents, having been caught
beating the hell out of Wayne and his friends. Jimmy's
only companion had been Ned Benson. They had just
about finished the job when one of the school yard
monitors caught them.
"Hello," Cathy said sheepishly, coming into the
living room.
"Darling, what did Wayne try to do to you?"
Cathy shrugged. She had to defend her brother.
"Oh, the usual things boys try to do to girls in
school," Cathy said. "He was trying to get into my
pants, and Jimmy caught him."
Mrs. Jones gasped.
"Listen to me, young lady!" her father said
sternly. "Your brother has just got ten demerits for
fighting for your honor."
Cathy smiled at her brother lovingly.
"I know. He didn't have to do it, though. None
of the other girls' brothers would have done it, but he
promised, and I didn't feel it would be right to talk
him out of it."
Mr. Jones shook his head.
"I just don't understand youngsters these days!"
he exclaimed. "Maybe I'm older than I think I am!"
"Dear," Mrs. Jones said to her son, "I think your
devotion and your loyalty to your sister is highly to
be commended. But fighting in a school yard because a
boy made a pass at her ..."
"Well, wouldn't you be proud of Dad if he punched
some one out for making a pass at you?"
Mrs. Jones looked at her husband. It was a
telling argument, and her husband had, indeed, been
involved in more than one brawl because some man had
got out of hand.
The two of them grinned sheepishly at each other.
"I wash my hands of the matter!" Mr. Jones said,
throwing up his hands in the air. "I can't punish you
for defending Cathy, and I don't know what to do about
the brash young men in her school, short of putting her
in a private girls' school ...!"
"Oh, Daddy! You wouldn't do that, you wouldn't!"
Cathy exclaimed, distressed. "I like boys!"
"I'm quite sure, young lady. Do try to be more
firm resisting their advances, will you please?"
"Yes, Dad."
"At least try not to let your brother catch you
necking in the corners. That will save a lot of
trouble." her mother said.
Cathy's eyebrows shot up. That was a very strange
thing for her mother to say to her! Her father,
apparently, thought the same thing.
"June, what in hell are you saying to our
daughter?"
"Darling, come off it! We were at it when we
weren't much older."
"But she's just fourteen ..."
"Cathy!" Mrs. Jones said to her daughter, sternly.
"I expect you to remain a virgin until you're sixteen.
And before you take the leap, I expect you to come to
me for birth control advice."
"Yes, Mom," the bewildered and awed Cathy said.
She went to her room, to do her homework. She had to
admit that she had the greatest parents in the world.
And she had the greatest brother in the world. It
made her almost want to cry.
She couldn't very well promise her mother to
remain a virgin. Suddenly she felt very guilty. Her
parents weren't denying her anything. They were just
trying to guide her so that her life would be good and
wholesome, and so that her experiences would be
worthwhile.
Getting her cherry popped by her brother had
certainly been worthwhile.
Cathy put her homework aside. For once another
need took precedence over the sexual demands of her
precociously active body.
She couldn't promise to remain a virgin, that was
true. But she could keep it in the family. She didn't
think her brother was going to like what she had in
mind.
Cathy wrote three letters: one to her mother,
promising in carefully-worded terms that she wouldn't
sleep with any of the boys in school, and one to her
father, telling him how wonderful he was, and one to
her brother. Her brother would have to work off the
ten demerits.
That meant extra time in school, doing extra
assignments. She told him how much she appreciated him
as a brother, and promised to do his English and French
homework every day until he had worked off his demerit
points.
She sneaked downstairs, just before supper, and
quietly slipped the letters beside the dinner plates on
the already-set table.
She walked into the living room, where her family
were watching television. The house had the savory
fragrance of roast lamb.
"Supper will be ready in a few minutes," her
mother said, looking up from some darning she was
going. "And don't pick at the salad! It will spoil
your supper."
"I won't," Cathy said, sitting down next to her
brother. Her brother, who was reading a novel, cuffed
her with it.
"Find your own seat!" he said.
Cathy giggled, and pinched him.
"Hey!" he barked, wrestling her onto the floor.
"Jimmy! That's no way to treat a lady!" his
father barked, looking over his newspaper.
"She ain't a lady!" Jimmy said.
"Well, treat her as if she were one," his father
admonished. "Whether she is or not!" With that, Mr.
Jones grinned at his daughter, and winked.
"One of the boys in school said that his father
said you treat a lady like a whore, and a whore like a
lady," Cathy said, sententiously.
"Don't tell me who the father is," Mr. Jones said,
ironically. "I have no use for men who consort with
prostitutes--most especially men who have wives and
consort with prostitutes."
"Why?" Cathy asked.
"Because I think it's outrageous that women have
to sell their bodies for the pleasure of a man. I
think it's sexual slavery."
"Oh, I don't know about that," her mother purred,
a soft, sensual smile on her mouth. "It's always been
one of my favorite sexual fantasies."
"Indeed!" Mr. Jones said, looking at his wife with
a peculiar expression.
The telephone rang, and Mrs. Jones answered it.
She came back into the room to talk to her husband.
"It's the Allisons. Norma's sister has come over
with her new baby, and they want to know if we want to
go over after supper for a drink to see him."
"I'd love to, darling," Mr. Jones said, not
looking up from his newspaper.
Supper was especially nice that night, when
Cathy's family found their letters. Jimmy looked at
her and alternately grinned and frowned at her. Cathy
got more than her usual share of hugs and kisses and
fond praise, and her share of that was exceptional
under any circumstance.
When Cathy's mother started to clear away the
plates, Cathy took them away from her.
"Jimmy and I will do the dishes, won't we, Jimmy?"
"Sure! You and Dad go to the Allisons."
"My word! We do have a fine set of children!"
June Jones said, kissing both her children, and going
up to change her dress.
Mr. Jones watched the brother and sister clearing
the table, listened to their bantering for a moment
with fond pride.
He sighed, as he heard his wife come downstairs.
"Bob, I'm ready if you are, dear."
"Coming, June."
"So long, Dad, have fun!" Cathy grinned. Mr.
Jones was very grateful that Cathy had promised to
remain a virgin until she was sixteen, for so he had
construed her letter, as had his wife. She was
certainly an eyeful.
"Kids, I think it's time we sat down, and revised
your allowances," he said, filling up with joy at their
goodness, and their beauty.
He left the two of them looking wonderfully
surprised and happy.
As soon as Jimmy heard the front door close he
turned to his sister.
"How are you going to do without sex now that
you've had it!" he exclaimed, his psychological
instincts quite sound. "You couldn't do without it
before."
"Brother, we're keeping it in the family," Cathy
said with a sly grin. She looked at her brother's
crotch. He had a hard-on.
She wanted to put her long, slim fingers on his
big peter, and jerk it off until he came. She wanted
to suck on it, and pull it all the way down her throat.
Then she wanted to fuck him again, to put his big
monster in her cunt and have him pump in and out of her
until she had no skin left in her hot little tunnel.
She flicked her tongue over her lips.
"Yeah, well that sounds kind of sick to me!" Jimmy
said.
"It can't be any sicker than last night, and I
don't happen to think it was sick!" Cathy exclaimed.
"The people in the Bible did it all the time."
That gave Jimmy pause for thought.
"What am I supposed to do? Give up all my
girlfriends? Give up Suzy?"
"No, I never asked you that. You're just taking
on someone else, that's all."
"Well, I don't like it!" Jimmy said, wiping a dish
with extra vigor.
"What's wrong with me, you don't like my cunt,
meathead?"
Jimmy grinned and flicked the towel at his sister.
"All right, little girl, we'll see who's boss."
Jimmy threw the towel on the counter, and
unbuckled his belt, and then pulled down his jeans.
Cathy felt her cunt cream immediately.
She started to get real hot and bothered. Her
eyes got a strange glow that turned Jimmy on. She
moved slowly toward him.
"What do you think you're doing?" Jimmy asked, his
voice husky with desire. He wanted her, and wanted to
tease her. He backed away slightly.
"I want your meat, lover boy," Cathy said, her
voice gravely with desire.
"You're crazy!" Jimmy expostulated, and then his
desire dried up his capacity for speech. His eyes hop-
scotched over his sister's nubile body. He watched her
tits dance with her movements, saw the long slender
curve of her waist, felt the air on his burgeoning
cock.
He knew he had to have it. He knew with all his
heart that he wanted to fuck his lovely, luscious
ravishing sister. But he was used to playing the
dominant role. That was why he had pulled his jeans
down--to intimidate his sister.
She wasn't having any part of it. She had taken
the dominant role.
Cathy came very close to her brother, who had
ceased to back off. He was too hot and horny. He
didn't care if he fucked her on the kitchen floor.
Cathy pressed her soft moist lips against Jimmy's
and he grabbed her closely, pressing her lovely tit
mounds against his chest.
She opened her mouth and began to invade Jimmy's
mouth with her tongue.
She started to explore his gums, and his tongue.
To Jimmy, Cathy had the sweetest mouth in the
world. It tasted so good, as he flicked his tongue
into her hot oral cavity. Her lips were tender and
tasty, and he flicked his tongue over them, and then
teasingly bit her lower lip.
Cathy felt her nipples pucker into hard little
nubbins, as she kissed her brother. She fumbled with
her hands, finding the buttons of his plaid shirt, and
she unbuttoned it, pulling it away from his manly
chest.
She started to work her mouth down the manly
column of his neck, savoring the salty taste of his
sweat. She sucked on both his nipples, and smiled to
herself, as she heard his breathing become harsher,
deeper, as his passion grew.
She bit and kissed his chest, and then his belly.
She pried her tongue into his navel, wiggling it
around.
Jimmy moaned. Cathy had won the day.
Chapter 4
Cathy kept moving down on her brother's body,
driving him insane. Soon her mouth was nibbling at the
pubic hairs just above his cock.
"Ohh!" Jimmy moaned. He swayed, and leaned
backward, pressing his elbows into the kitchen counter.
Cathy's mouth watered, as she inhaled the musky
aroma of her brother's masculinity. She wanted to dine
on her brother's mule, to suck it and to fuck it. It
didn't matter to her whether or not it was incest.
Cathy grasped it at its throbbing base, savoring
the hot feel of it against her soft palm, and she
studied it, carefully.
The head was a purplish hue. The veins were
prominent in his throbbing shaft, and Cathy traced the
line of them with a finger, delicately wandering over
the shaft. Cathy then started to approach his cock,
slowly with her mouth. She relaxed her mouth,
intending to take every single inch of it into her
sweet throat.
She placed her mouth on Jimmy's rod. With her
tongue, she began to tease the crack in the head,
pressing her tongue inward, sucking up the spunk which
was oozing from it.
She scooped up the musky pre-come with her tongue,
and sucked it down her throat. She liked the taste of
it, even if it were a little strange. Cathy, when she
masturbated, had tasted her come cream on her fingers,
and she knew that her pussy syrup also tasted queer
until she got used to it.
Her left hand crept around her brother's trembling
haunches, and she started to knead his ass cheek. She
started to bob up and down on her brother's cock. She
kept licking at his shaft as she buried more and more
of it in her throat.
"Mmmmm," Cathy moaned, pulling her mouth off his
shaft for a moment to smile up at him, "it tastes good,
Jimmy."
"Unh!" Jimmy gasped. Cathy's mouth opened wide,
and again she took his cock in her mouth. Slowly she
buried his cock in her mouth, bobbing up and down on
it, each downward thrust of her mouth causing more and
more of his cock to disappear.
"Oh, Cathy, that feels good," Jimmy gasped, as
more and more of his shaft disappeared into his
sister's mouth.
He didn't think she could get all of it in, but
Cathy thought differently. She didn't care if she
suffocated on his monstrous peter. She was going to
get all of it into her mouth.
She started to move her head back and forth at a
leisurely pace. Their parents wouldn't be home for a
long time, and that gave her the chance to really enjoy
her brother's cock.
She started to get more and more of his huge cock
into her mouth.
Jimmy stared at her with disbelief. At first he
didn't think she was going to do it, but now he knew
she would.
He felt his cock head pressing against the
entrance to her throat. She gagged and pulled out a
little. Her mouth was small and elastic, and to Jimmy
it felt like a wet cushion against his raging phallus.
He started to buck his hips forward, to press
forward gently.
"Oh, Sis!" he gasped. "Take it. Take all of it.
Damn! Ohh!" he gasped. He started to fuck her mouth,
his hips going out of his rational control as his
excitement built. He was close to an orgasm and he
knew it.
He grabbed her head with both of his hands as she
started to suck more on his shaft. Without warning,
Jimmy felt his balls contract.
"Ohh, Cathy, I'm going to come!" he gasped,
throwing his head back.
Cathy moaned around his cock. The vibration of
her moan was all Jimmy needed. He felt his hot loads
of gism pouring up through his throbbing hot shaft.
Cathy plunged downward one more time and felt her
throat walls being stretched by her brother's cock.
Her nose and mouth were now firmly planted against his
hairy groin.
Jimmy couldn't believe the pressure which had
built up in his groin. He humped back and forth
furiously, as his come juice poured out of his piss
slit.
He started to fuck her mouth with increasing
intensity.
"Ohh, drink it all, baby. Drink it all. It's all
for you!"
Jimmy's words only inflamed Cathy further. Her
tongue went mad on his cock. She gulped furiously,
trying to capture every last drop of Jimmy's scum, as
it poured into her throat.
Her hands kneaded his rippling ass cheeks eagerly
as he slammed into her, tickling her nose and mouth
with his wiry pubic hairs.
For Cathy, having her brother's cock in her mouth,
as hard, almost, as a gun barrel, was an incredible
sensation. Her own cunt was creaming madly, as she
bobbed up and down on his cock.
Jimmy erupted like a long-dormant volcano. His
body trembled violently as he spewed wad after wad of
gism deep into his sister's throat. All his fondness
for her increased, as he watched her face, her cheeks
puffed out with the enormous load she had taken into
her willing mouth.
He grinned as he saw some of his scum dribble out
of the corner of her mouth. Her teeth scraped gently
against his raging rod. His swollen balls became empty
and then his body relaxed. He felt hot waves of
pleasure coursing up and down his spine.
Cathy kept on sucking until Jimmy's super-
sensitized cock couldn't take any more stimulation.
"Hey!" he gasped, wincing with the pain. He
pulled his sister's mouth off his cock. It was still
semi-erect, and glistening with her saliva.
Cathy smiled at him, and licked her lips.
"Was that O.K., Jimmy?"
"That was super. You're the best cock-sucker I've
ever come across!" He pulled her to her feet.
Cathy put her arms around him. She needed to get
off, too.
"Your come tasted really good," she said.
"You acted like you've done it all your life!"
Cathy grinned at the compliment.
"What about me?" she asked.
Jimmy grinned at her lasciviously.
"Let's finish the dishes first," he said, teasing
her.
Cathy finished the dishes, while her panties
became a soggy mess of come juice. She still tasted
her brother's manhood in her mouth, and occasionally
she licked her lips. As she reached up to put some
dishes in the cabinet, the bottom of her round ass
cheeks showed, since the lifting motion of her arms
hiked up her mini-skirt.
By now Jimmy's cock was a raging inferno of lust
again.
He grabbed his sister's panties, and pulled them
down.
"Oooh, Jimmy, what are you doing, you big brute?"
she demanded, mimicking her mother.
Jimmy grunted, and pulled Cathy to the floor. He
wanted his cock buried, balls-deep in her cunt, and he
intended to get it there.
He lifted Cathy's slender body slightly, making
her legs straddle his haunches. His huge peter stood
straight up in the air. Cathy looked down on it and
felt as if her insides were melting with her desire.
Slowly, tenderly, Jimmy started to insert his
large peter into her cunt hole.
Cathy placed her hands on either side of his body,
as she slowly lowered herself on Jimmy's tool. Her
muscles started to tease the large head, as she
contracted them around his peter.
"Oh, ahh!" Jimmy groaned, feeling the pressure
build in his raging groin.
"Oh, Jimmy, it feels so good," Cathy breathed, as
she slowly worked her way down on his huge pole. "Oh,
put it in deeper. Ohh, more, more, Jimmy, so
wonderful!" she gasped.
His cock appeared to be bigger than it was
yesterday, and Cathy's cunt was just as tight, so the
pleasure was incredible.
Cathy was doubly excited when she knew that a lot
of the girls in school loved his cock, and knew it
personally, intimately. Now it was hers, for just this
moment at least, and Cathy intended to enjoy it to the
fullest.
Cathy's cunt engulfed his whole prick. The
feeling was sensational.
"Ohh, you're so big, you feel so good!" she
gasped.
"You're tight, you know it?"
"Of course!" Cathy said, sarcastically. "You only
busted my cherry last night, remember?"
"And how!" Jimmy exclaimed.
Cathy started to ride Jimmy's prick, right there
in the middle of the kitchen floor.
"Oh, Sis, you're too much. Keep going!" Jimmy
gasped, as he felt her tight walls sucking on his
raging prick.
He began to slam his hips upward, driving his cock
more and more deeply into her hot, wet pussy.
"Jimmy, lover, keep moving like that. It's
wonderful!" Cathy exclaimed.
Her cunt felt as if it were stuffed with his skin
and meat, more stuffed than it had been last night.
Jimmy reached up and started to knead Cathy's
tits, as she bounced up and down on his raging peter.
"Oh, do that some more. It feels so good!" Cathy
gasped.
"I'm gonna come, Cathy!" Jimmy exclaimed.
"Yes, come!" Cathy hissed fiercely. She started
to bounce up and down on Jimmy's raging peter with more
and more fury.
"I want to feel all your scum in my cunt."
Cathy's pussy juices wet Jimmy's cock, and soaked
his pubic hairs. She could feel her ass becoming
soaked with her come juices, as she ground her muff on
Jimmy's pubic hairs. She slammed her pelvis onto her
brother's huge ramrod, savoring the feeling of his huge
prick stuffing her tiny tunnel.
His hips twitched wildly, as his orgasm rose in
his teeming loins, and threatened to engulf him and her
with wads of hot, steaming jizz.
Cathy's face was flushed with her passion. She
wanted his cock more than anything, and being stuffed
with Jimmy's dick only heightened her desire for sex.
"Oh, Jimmy, ram that big rod into me!" she
shrieked, her hips rocking lewdly back and forth on his
throbbing dork.
Jimmy did the best he could, and that was superb.
He slammed almost brutally into his sister's cunt,
sensing her need, feeling her cuntal walls close in
around his raging shaft, as her own orgasm started to
build deep in her belly.
The two of them humped into each other faster and
faster. Cathy's eyes closed, and her head snapped
backward, as her cunt started to erupt with a
monumental orgasm.
"Oh, I'm coming, Jimmy!" she gasped. Their bodies
were wet with sweat, as they both writhed in the throes
of their orgasms. Cathy pressed her pelvis down hard
on her brother's body, as she felt the relieving
convulsions course through her body.
Cathy's orgasm peaked, and then slowly faded away,
as she felt her brother shoot his second wad into one
of her orifices. She sagged forward slightly. The two
of them remained quiet for a moment, locked together in
lewd embrace.
"Oh, that was wonderful!" Cathy gasped. She
started to kiss her brother, who grabbed her, and
returned the kiss, his tongue snaking hotly into her
mouth.
He couldn't seem to get enough of her, as his
tongue savored the hot wet sweetness of her mouth.
"I want more!" she gasped.
"Me, too, but I have homework to do."
"Later, then!" Cathy gasped.
"Later," Jimmy responded.
The two of them separated, and finished cleaning
up the kitchen.
Cathy went to her room. Excited as she was, her
session with her brother had calmed her down
sufficiently for her to get her homework done.
She went to her brother's room.
"Jimmy?"
"I'm not finished with my homework!" Jimmy barked.
"I want your English and French homework," Cathy
said.
Jimmy swung his door open.
"Is that all?"
"Yeah--for now!"
Jimmy gave her the homework, and then she took it
to her room to do it.
Their parents came in later, a little tipsy.
Cathy heard them laughing and talking together in the
kitchen.
Curious, she went downstairs to join them.
"Hello, dear. Did you get your homework done?"
"Yup! Mine and Jimmy's," Cathy said. Jimmy came
down for a glass of milk. "Did you get your extra
assignment done?" his father asked him.
"Yeah. I got it done. It's gonna be a bitch for
the next two weeks, though."
"Jimmy!" his mother said. "Your language."
"I can't help it, Mom. A bitch is a bitch."
Cathy giggled.
After their parents were in bed, Jimmy crept into
his sister's room. She was up and waiting for him.
She was nude, and she grinned lasciviously at her
brother.
"Now what the fuck do you want?" he grinned,
feeling his cock come to life in his jeans.
"I want you to go down on me!" Cathy said.
Jimmy laughed. "You're nuts!"
"So are you," Cathy said, grinning, and spreading
her legs.
"You gonna stand up while I'm doing it?"
"You did!"
"I was leaning against the counter. You're going
to be sorry!"
Jimmy laughed as he got down on his knees. He
inhaled deeply of his sister's fluffy muff, and moaned.
She smelled so sweet.
He ran his hands up and down over the backs of her
thighs, and then kneaded her marvelous ass cheeks,
which were so soft and firm.
Jimmy started to lick the outer lips of her
swollen cunt. The light fuzz on her muff tickled his
tongue. He pulled gently on the soft hairs.
Cathy grunted, and her hands came down to rest on
her brother's thick, shiny hair. She ruffled his hair
fondly, as his tongue started to pry between her soft
pink meat.
He tasted her come juices, and smacked his lips,
enjoying the taste.
Cathy moaned. She removed her hands from her
brother's head and started to massage her titties,
which were swelling with the passion rising in her.
She rubbed the areolas, and the nipples, and then
kneaded the nipples between her thumbs and forefingers,
feeling them pucker to a hardness which made her tingle
with pleasure.
Jimmy moaned against Cathy's cunt, as his tongue
pried into her sweet pink meat. His tongue moved up
and down over her lovely little labia.
He pried his tongue into her drooling hot little
cavern of lust.
Cathy's hips started to rock back and forth in a
copulatory dance, as her brother's tongue ran up and
down over her muff.
His tongue found her clitoris, and he began to
tease it, circling it wetly with the tip of his tongue.
Cathy got more and more excited.
Cathy felt as if she had indulged in an orgy of
sex for the last two days. And the more she got, the
more she wanted.
She was beginning to wonder if she were abnormal.
She would have to talk to her brother about it. She
could always talk to him about sex, and not get silly
answers, as she did from some of her girlfriends in
school.
And she didn't have to go through the nervous
strain of asking her parents. She didn't want them to
know what she was doing.
Jimmy started to roll his tongue up and down over
Cathy's swollen labia. Cathy's passion rose. Her
hands on her breasts became more and more demanding.
Oodles of come drooled from her cunt hole. Her face
was flushed with her lust.
"Jimmy, ohhh. Jimmy! I'm going to come!" she
gasped, trying to keep her voice low so that her
parents wouldn't hear them.
Jimmy's tongue jabbed into her quivering cunt
hole. He felt her cuntal muscles gripping at his
prying tongue.
He moaned again, as he pushed his tongue inward,
sucking up her juices, and savoring them as they spewed
in hot loads from her pussy.
Cathy started to tremble, and Jimmy placed his
hands firmly on her haunches to steady her. She
started to shake furiously. She turned white as a
leaf.
Jimmy pulled his tongue away.
"Don't stop!" Cathy gasped, her eyes wide with the
fury of her impending orgasm.
"Put your hands on my shoulders," Jimmy
instructed, afraid that she would fall down and hurt
herself.
He felt his sister's hands, the palms wet with
sweat, braced on his shoulders. Again he buried his
face in her fragrant crotch, and licked. He could feel
the tremor increase in violence in her cunt, and he
knew she was going to come.
Cathy felt as if her whole body were going to come
apart. Her heart hammered in her chest. Her knees
felt as if they were jelly.
Cathy's pelvis rocked wildly as she ground her
muff heavily into her brother's hard-sucking mouth.
Jimmy was eating his sister furiously, savoring
the sweet fragrance of her womanhood, the slimy
aromatic juices which poured from her cunt, as she came
furiously.
"Ohhh, Jimmy, I'm coming!" she gasped. His tongue
moved up and down with increasing fury, as he felt his
sister's orgasm pitch her body slightly forward. Her
hips rocked back and forth with a fury that made him
afraid she would knock her back out.
Her grip on his shoulders tightened until she was
bruising his skin. Jimmy didn't care, as long as he
provided her with the pleasure that she had given him.
He kept sucking on her muff, until Cathy had
finished with her orgasm.
The pleasure was so intense that Cathy was afraid
that she was going to faint. She sagged forward, as
the last sweet tendrils of pleasure faded away. Jimmy
caught her before she keeled over.
Laughing, he carried her to her bed, and tucked
her in. He sat on the edge of the bed, caressing her
soft silky hair.
"Jimmy?" she asked softly, her eyes closed.
"What?"
"Am I sick or something?"
"What?"
"Am I a nymphomaniac or something like that?"
"Why would you say a thing like that?"
"Because I never get enough."
"Oh, you will!" her brother exclaimed. "Sooner or
later, you'll discover that other things are just as
important as sex."
"Nothing could be as important as sex!" Cathy
exclaimed.
"That's true!" Jimmy laughed. "But you'll see,"
he said, kissing her. "Pretty soon, you'll want other
things just as much. I was like that, too, when I
first discovered sex."
"You were?"
"Yeah! If I could get it five times a day, I'd
take it."
"Sleep with me, Jimmy." Cathy asked, feeling very,
very sleepy, and wanting her brother's warmth next to
her.
"No."
"Oh, Jimmy, please!" Cathy exclaimed.
"No, Cathy. What if Mom and Dad caught us? As it
is we're being pretty gross, Bible or not!"
Cathy giggled. Jimmy sat on the edge of the bed,
until his sister had fallen sound asleep. Then he went
to his room, to jerk off.
His sister always turned him on. And even if he
could control his sexual impulses now, and get his
homework done, he would still take it four or five
times a day, if he could.
Sometimes, he did on weekends!
She was sexy in an innocent way. She really
didn't have to act sexy to turn Jimmy on or any of the
boys at school for that matter.
Chapter 5
Cathy now found herself with a real and genuine
problem on her hands.
In the first place, among her set, in order to get
to the prom, you had to put out in order to get a date.
That was the heaviest date in the whole school year.
When she was a virgin, Cathy had resigned herself
to no prom, but this year she wanted to go.
In the first place, she felt every bit as womanly
as any of the other girls in school.
She realized how much of a lover her brother was,
when she compared him to Wayne. Wayne was still
mooning around Cathy, but Cathy, who was nice to him,
refused all his advances.
She had promised her mother and father that she
would not sleep with any of the guys at school.
She and her brother had a good relationship going,
emotionally as well as sexually. By now he had worked
off his demerit points.
He had bought Cathy a lovely little gold pinkie
ring with some of his savings. Cathy was very touched
by his gift, especially since Cathy assumed some of the
responsibility for his having acquired the demerits in
the first place.
It was Saturday morning, and Cathy was sitting,
disconsolate, in front of the television set. She had
finished her household chores. Her homework was all
done, and she didn't want to go out.
She had only three weeks to go before the prom.
Everyone else in her class was going, which meant that
there were no virgins left.
She had asked Sybil how she got her date. Sybil
and she were the last hold-outs. Sybil had giggled.
She was going with David Potter, who was a rather good-
looking boy, if excessively intellectual.
Sybil merely giggled.
"I took the plunge, what else? Why don't you,
Cathy?"
"Ohhh," Cathy mourned, "I promised my mother!"
She couldn't very well admit that she was still a
virgin, so she avoided the word. But she couldn't very
well tell the girls that she had had her cherry popped
by her brother. So she was stuck with no date for the
prom.
Stephanie had been no help at all! That made
Cathy very, very angry with her. She was going to the
prom with Gerald, who had copped her cherry, but
Stephanie had no ideas about the matter.
Cathy stared at the television set with unseeing
eyes, pondering her dilemma. She didn't deserve this,
she thought to herself. She felt betrayed by
Stephanie, and very bewildered.
"Hey, what's the matter?" her brother asked her,
coming into the living room.
"Oh, Jimmy, I'm in a pickle!"
"What kind this time?" her brother grinned. Cathy
looked up at him, and her pussy creamed. Both her
parents were around the house today, so there was no
chance of their getting together.
She was almost jealous that he had a date that
night.
She sighed.
"I'm the only girl in the freshman class who's not
going to the prom. You know what that means?"
Jimmy laughed. "That means you're the only virgin
in the class."
"That's not funny, Jimmy. I feel like a
hypocrite."
"Yeah, sometimes I do, too."
"Well, you don't have to go around pretending
you're a virgin! I do, because nobody would believe me
if told them, anyway!"
"Oh, yes they would. Suzy's brother Arnold copped
her cherry before she ever started on her cock-teasing
campaign."
Cathy's eyes widened. "You're kidding!"
"No. I've been feeling so guilty about you and me
that I did some research. We aren't so bad. Lots of
the kids in school have done it."
"Well, that doesn't make me feel better. I want
to go to the prom!" Cathy wailed.
"Gee, Sis, I don't know what to tell you."
"Can you find me a date?"
Jimmy sighed and leaned forward.
"I'll ask the guys in school. I know the guys in
my class aren't going to want to go to the prom with a
freshman, but maybe one of them has a brother who goes
to another school."
"Oh, would you, Jimmy?"
"Yeah. I'm sorry. The least you could have is
the right to sit here and say that the only reason
you're not going to the prom is that you're a virgin,
but you can't even do that."
"That's not your fault," Cathy said mournfully.
"I wanted it as bad as you did."
The telephone rang.
It was Stephanie. "Want to come to my house?
Gerald's here, and he has a friend with him. He might
be the answer to your problem!"
Stephanie's voice had a ring to it, as if she were
up to something. And if Gerald was at Stephanie's
house, Cathy was pretty sure that her parents weren't
home.
It made her nervous. Gerald hung out with some
older men, and even Cathy's mother, who wasn't too
critical of Cathy's friends, had said that she didn't
like "that Gerald or his questionable friends."
"I don't know, Steph. Wait till I ask Mom."
"Oh, you chicken. Why do you always have to ask
your mother?"
"Because!" Cathy said, slamming the phone down on
the table, and storming out to the kitchen.
"May I go to Stephanie's house, Mother?" she
asked, her tone belligerent. Her mother laughed.
"Well, of course. Were you expecting a fight from
me?"
"No, but I'm gonna give fight to Stephanie. She
called me chicken for asking you if I could go."
"Stephanie's mother should get a good spanking for
leaving the child free to do as she pleases without
supervision. Of course you may go, dear. Have a good
time, and be home by three. Daddy's going to take us
all out to supper."
Cathy went back to the phone.
"I can come," she said.
"O.K. I'll wait for you. Hurry up! We're gonna
have a lot of fun."
Cathy didn't like the set-up, the minute she
walked into the house. For one thing, both men were
stripped to their jockey shorts, and Stephanie,
giggling, met Cathy at the door in a bathrobe, and
Cathy suspected that she had nothing under it.
She walked into the living room, and was
introduced to Gerald, whom she knew. He was a darkly
handsome boy, who always had a slightly snide look on
his face, as if he had just got away with something.
Cathy was pretty sure that wasn't far from the
truth.
The man with him was named Troy. Cathy gasped
when she saw him. He was older, and went to another
high school in the city. She remembered him because he
was a basketball champ, and his team had beaten the
team at her school several times.
He was also supposed to be the baddest boy in
town. He lived in the ghetto with his widowed mother,
and she had heard rumors about how he supported his
mother and two younger sisters. The sisters always
came to the games with him.
He was tall, and dark-haired, with dark,
passionate-looking eyes. He sat, grining on the couch,
in his jockey shorts, as Stephanie introduced him.
"He's one of Gerald's friends. He's agreed to go
to the prom with you."
Cathy got scared. Stephanie told her everything,
and she knew that Stephanie frequently went to parties
with Gerald, where all the girls and boys mixed it up.
Cathy thought it was marvelous and the stories
always made her cunt cream wildly, but she didn't want
to be part of such a scene, and she certainly didn't
want to get fucked for the sake of a dance--not after
she had promised her mother, and not when she had her
brother to fulfill her sexual needs.
Jimmy and she had made a pact that Jimmy and she
would have all the dates they wanted, but Jimmy would
service Cathy's sexual needs until she was sixteen and
could start to have sex herself.
Cathy felt honor-bound to the arrangement,
peculiar as it might seem to some people.
She got very angry with Stephanie.
"I don't like this!" she exclaimed. "I don't like
it at all."
"Where are you going?" Stephanie screamed,
grabbing Cathy's arm, as she was about to go out of the
door.
"I'm going home!" Cathy said, pulling away from
Stephanie.
"After I got you a date?"
"I'm not going to be a whore just to go to a
dance!" Cathy exclaimed hotly. "And that's exactly
what you're asking me to do. The whole school knows
that only girls who have had their cherries popped get
to go to the prom."
"I asked Gerald, as a personal favor to bring a
friend here, so you could get to the dance," Stephanie
said, looking aggrieved.
"I think that was very nice of you, but you didn't
consult me first," Cathy said.
The sound of Troy's laughter arrested both girls.
"I don't know what you think is so funny, man.
You've been done out of some ass," Gerald said to his
friend.
He walked behind Stephanie, and right in front of
Cathy he began to massage her tits.
"We were thinking of a little get-together, but if
you're chicken ..."
"All right! All right! I'm chicken! I'm chicken
because I tell my mother where I'm going, and I'm
chicken because I promised her I wouldn't sleep with
any of the boys in school until I was sixteen. So I'm
chicken!"
Cathy started to storm out of the house again, but
she was grabbed. She swung, alarmed at the grip on her
wrist.
It was Troy who was holding her this time.
"You don't have to go," he said. "If you promised
your mother you wouldn't have sex till you were
sixteen, I don't think you're chicken for keeping your
word."
His voice was quiet.
"I'm sorry I got you into this, man," Gerald said.
Stephanie's robe now hung open, revealing all her
luscious delicacies. Stephanie didn't seem to mind in
the least.
"Come on," Troy said, ignoring Gerald. "We can
sit on the couch and watch."
"Watch?" Cathy asked, wide-eyed.
"Yeah, why not?" Troy laughed. "It's a good sex
education."
He pulled her over to the couch, and sat her down
beside him.
"Do you mind?" Cathy asked Stephanie.
"Hell, no! I love an audience. Maybe you can
pick up a few pointers from me," Stephanie said,
smiling.
Stephanie shrugged the robe off, and paraded her
excellent figure in front of Cathy and Troy. Gerald
removed his pants. His cock stood straight out. It
wasn't as big as Jimmy's. It throbbed redly, sprouting
luridly from his hairy bush.
He rushed at Stephanie, who acted as if she were
swooning in his arms.
"Ohh, lover, I want you so bad!" she gasped.
Cathy squirmed in her seat. She was slightly
uncomfortable, but still fascinated. Troy looked at
her, and grinned. He had a dimple on his right cheek
when he smiled. His eyes were so dark and piercing
that Cathy thought he was a little scary.
Stephanie's parents weren't home. Cathy realized
she could easily be raped with these two boys here.
Troy reached out and took Cathy's hand. Cathy looked
slyly at his hard-on. It looked enormous behind his
jockey shorts.
Cathy gulped when she felt her little hand
engulfed in Troy's big hand. She creamed some more.
She had never seen Troy up close, but he was even more
handsome up close than he was on the basketball courts.
As she looked at his hard-on, she had an
irresistible urge to touch it.
She looked at Stephanie and Gerald. They were
squirming around on the floor. Cathy could tell that
Stephanie's cunt was moist. She spread her legs,
revealing her luscious little twat, and it glistened
with her juices.
Gerald started to rub his hand up and down her
twat. His middle finger penetrated her moist entrance,
and Stephanie arched upward driving his finger into her
cunt right up to the knuckle.
Then he crawled in between her legs, his cock
aimed right at her drooling hole. Cathy shivered.
"How do you feel?" Troy asked her. There was a
mocking gleam in his eyes.
"Horny!" Cathy admitted, honestly, surprising even
herself with her answer. Troy laughed again, his
laughter guttural.
Cathy's eyes were riveted to the young couple
writhing around on the floor.
"Oh, Gerald, I want that thing so bad, I can feel
myself coming!" Stephanie gasped, arching her hips up
and down in a copulatory motion that was very exciting
to Cathy.
"Don't worry, Steph," Gerald said. "I'll fill ya
up real good, and when I get finished, Troy can stuff
your cunt, too!"
Gerald then raised Stephanie's legs up, and put
them on his shoulders. Cathy gasped. She had never
even considered a posture like that.
Her legs were very long, and well-shaped, and her
pussy was now really exposed to Gerald's throbbing
cock.
Gerald's cock was now planted firmly against
Stephanie's wet twat. Cathy squeezed her cuntal
muscles together as the excitement coursed through her
hotly.
"Hurry lover!" Stephanie gasped. "Please don't
stop now."
"O.K., Stephanie, just let me ... unh ... get it
in!"
Gerald started to insert his big meat into
Stephanie's tiny cunt. Stephanie moaned. Cathy
watched, mesmerized, as Stephanie's cunt got bigger and
bigger to accommodate the huge prick which Gerald was
shoving into her.
Her ears rang. She felt Troy's hands getting all
sweaty as he watched the couple on the floor. She
looked up at him. Her breathing was getting heavier
and heavier.
"O.K, lover," Stephanie gasped as Gerald planted
himself balls-deep in Stephanie's cunt, "let's fuck!"
She started to hump up and down. At first her
motions were slow and lazy. As Cathy watched, Gerald's
cock appeared, and then disappeared into Stephanie's
cunt.
He was arching his buttocks up and then pushing
them forward, plunging his dick deeply into Stephanie's
teenaged twat.
Cathy gasped. She felt Troy's hand, holding hers,
bring her hand over to his hard-on. She jumped and
pulled her hand away.
"Sorry!" Troy said, raising his arms. "You don't
have to if you don't want to. I just thought you'd
like to touch it. I'd like you to, if you want to."
Cathy licked her passion-dry mouth. She really
did want to touch Troy's cock. It looked so big, and
she could see it pulsing through the thin cotton
material.
She cautiously put her hand out and rested it on
his burgeoning manhood.
"Ahh!" Troy gasped, putting his hand on top of
hers, and pressing it into his throbbing prick.
Cathy watched the couple on the floor. She could
see their mouths wide open, and their tongues were
flicking in and out of each other's mouth. They made
wet sucking noises as they teased each other's oral
cavity.
Gerald's ass rose up and down furiously, as he
pumped his cock in and out of Stephanie's cunt. Cathy
smelled their sex juices permeating the air, as their
excitement grew.
"Oh, lover, fuck me!" Stephanie gasped in Gerald's
ear, "fuck my ever-loving pussy. Ohhh, it needs a
cock, a man's big prick! Ohhh, harder, harder!"
Stephanie gasped.
Gerald started to blow in her ear, and Cathy
watched as Stephanie shivered. Her hips moved up and
down furiously. Cathy could hear the wet sucking
noises as Gerald's cock lunged in and out of
Stephanie's cunt.
Gerald was now humping Stephanie like an animal in
heat. He pumped harder and faster. Stephanie followed
suit, her arching hips meeting his downward thrust
until her hips were a blur of motion. She was like a
bitch in heat, and she acted as if she had gone insane
on Gerald's cock.
"Oh, fuck me, Gerald, baby, fuck mee!" Her words
trailed off into a high-pitched scream. Cathy shivered
again and her fingers gripped at the cotton-covered
bulge in Troy's pants.
She had a wild desire to suck him off, but she
wasn't sure if that went under the heading of getting
fucked. She decided maybe it didn't. She would have
liked to have Jimmy there, to decide one way or other,
but knowing her brother, she knew he would be furious
because she was alone in Stephanie's house with Gerald
and this notorious boy, Troy.
Gerald was grunting furiously now, and Cathy was
pretty sure he was shooting his hot wads of scum deep
into Stephanie's twat. Then she saw Gerald's sweating
body collapse on top of Stephanie's. The two of them
were silent, except for their labored breathing.
Finally, Stephanie looked over at Cathy.
"Aren't you convinced yet?" she asked.
"About what?"
"About sex!"
"Oh, it has to be the greatest thing in the world!
But I promised!" Cathy's rosebud mouth got very firm
when she said this. She did mean every word she said.
She was sorry she had accepted Stephanie's
invitation. She felt slightly betrayed by her friend.
She realized what a quandary she was in. Before
Stephanie's phone call, she had felt betrayed because
Stephanie hadn't done anything for her. Now Stephanie
had got her a marvelous date, and Cathy still felt
betrayed. Stephanie hadn't advised her.
Not only that, the condition of the date was that
she get fucked. And she felt more and more like a
hypocrite because she wasn't a virgin, and she was
getting her nookie regularly.
"Hey, look!" Gerald said, pointing down at his
cock. It was still erect. "Now what do I do with
that?"
Troy laughed. "You fuck her again, man, that's
what you do."
"You're willing to give up your turn?"
"I'm doing fine, man. Carry on," Troy said. He
turned to Cathy whose hand was still resting on his
prick.
"You want to touch it bare?"
Cathy nodded her head. Her hand was aching as
badly as her cunt. Troy arched up and pulled his
jockey shorts down.
Cathy gasped. His cock was bigger than her
brother's and bigger than her father's, even.
There was a drop of pre-come on the handsome,
well-shaped head of the cock.
She reached out the tip of one finger, and rubbed
the opaque drop of gism around. Troy winced, and she
saw the cock lurch at her soft touch.
She put her finger to her lip to taste it.
"It tastes good."
Troy laughed slyly. "I can give you a lot more of
that, if you want it," he said.
There was something ineffably sexy about the boy,
even if he were scary. Cathy looked at him and licked
her lips.
"Well, eating your cock isn't the same as getting
fucked, is it?" she said.
"You mean you would?"
"What?"
"Eat my cock?"
"Oh," Cathy said softly grabbing his massive peter
at the hairy base, "I sure would love to. It's such a
pretty cock."
"Damn! I think I've hit pay dirt!"
"Yecch!" Stephanie said, now impaled again on
Gerald's cock. "I wouldn't take that nasty old thing
in my mouth for anything!"
"Oh, I'd do it for nothing. I don't think it's
nasty at all. Even if he doesn't take me to the prom."
Cathy looked earnestly up into Troy's face.
"Listen," she said, "tell me the truth. Do you think
if I tasted your cock it would be the same as getting
fucked? Because that's what I promised my mother I
wouldn't do."
"It sure isn't!"
"But you could be saying that because you want me
to eat you," Cathy said, seriously debating the issue.
"I want to feel that sweet little mouth on my
cock. But I promise you, fucking ain't the same as
sucking!"
Cathy giggled. Of course it wasn't. She sighed,
and leaned over his lap. She opened her soft mouth,
and plopped his cock head into her mouth.
Stephanie's moans reached her ears and incited her
to further sexual riot. She teased his piss slit with
her tongue, and smacked her lips again.
His come tasted different from Jimmy's. Troy
looked down at her through half closed eyes, which made
him look even sexier.
She was very happy that she had her brother. She
didn't think she could get through the night after this
without his big fat cock planted in her cunt.
She opened her mouth, and closed it again around
his cock head. She heard Troy moan. She was totally
unconscious of the rutting couple of the floor now, as
she bobbed up and down. She meant to take all of his
massive mauler into her mouth if she could.
She gagged when she bobbed forward and she felt
his cock head slamming against her throat.
"Easy, easy!" Troy laughed, pushing her head back
a little. "If you take it easy, you'll get more of it.
You can't get it all, anyway. No one can. It's too
big."
Cathy loved nothing better than a challenge. She
closed her eyes, and started to bob forward again, this
time a little more carefully. When his cock head again
bobbed against the entrance to her throat, she started
to swallow. She took a deep breath, and then pushed a
little bit forward. His cock head slipped into her
throat.
She felt it stretching her throat, and she started
to swallow furiously. She heard Troy groan, and felt
his hips starting to pump his cock into her in short,
shallow motions.
Cathy wasn't satisfied.
She wasn't going to rest until she got all of his
massive phallus planted deep in her sweet mouth.
She took a deep breath and plunged forward.
"Ahhh!" Troy gasped.
Cathy's mouth and nose were buried deeply in
Troy's hairy pubes!
Chapter 6
Troy gasped, when he realized that the gorgeous
little blonde nymphet had captured all of his cock.
He started to hump upward into her mouth, feeling
her teeth scrape gently along his raging shaft.
He moaned as he fucked her sweet little mouth,
feeling the fires in his loins raging out of control.
"Ahh!" he gasped again. His hands reached down,
and he placed them on the thick, blonde silky hair of
the young girl, whose head was bobbing up and down on
his shaft.
Cathy was even more excited than usual. Troy's
cock was enormous. Her pussy ached to be stuffed with
it, but she had promised her mother. She didn't care
what they said about Troy, now.
She would take her chances. Right now, she
enjoyed the sensation of his musky man meat plunging in
and out of her throat. She felt her mouth fill with
saliva, felt his cock stretching her throat walls. He
was thrusting into her gently, careful not to gag her.
Cathy appreciated the kindness. Wayne hadn't
shown such gentleness when he was trying to fuck her.
She reached under his cock, and started to knead
his balls. Every time she pulled off his cock, sucking
on it until she had only his cock head captured in her
vacuuming mouth, she would take a deep breath and then
plunge downward again.
Her lovely face became flushed with her exertions
and her excitement. She squeezed Troy's balls
together, and felt his ass cheeks quivering. He had a
very long, muscular body, which excited Cathy. She
loved the way he looked, loved his cock. It was so
huge.
She kept wetting his cock with her spit. Some of
her saliva dribbled out of her over-stuffed mouth and
moistened the thick pubic hairs on Troy's groin.
Cathy kept sucking and swallowing furiously.
Pretty soon, the urge to gag had left her, and she was
filled with pleasurable feelings as Troy's massive cock
lurched in her sweet oral cavity.
She felt his cock lurch wildly in her mouth. It
seemed to swell to a larger size. Jimmy's cock did
that just before he was ready to shoot. She heard Troy
moaning.
On the floor, Stephanie was screaming and Gerald
was grunting rhythmically like a rutting pig. The
sounds, mixed with the taste of Troy's cock, made Cathy
moan even louder than Troy. The vibrations shot
through Troy's cock, and traveled up his spine. He
broke out into a copious sweat. His hips slammed with
almost brutal force into Cathy's mouth. Cathy didn't
care. She loved it when her brother came, and she
loved the way Troy was coming.
She felt the first hot flush of his gism pouring
down her throat. She gulped furiously, trying to
swallow all of it. She felt it pouring in hot slimy
streams down her throat, which was beginning to ache
from all the stretching and the swallowing she had
done. It soothed her sore throat, and made her feel
even more horny.
She gulped and gulped on his clock, sucking the
gism out of his teeming balls, enjoying the feeling of
his hairy groin as it streamed into her mouth.
He shot the last of his wad into her and Cathy
teased his cock a little more, running her tongue
around and around his shaft.
Then Troy pulled her mouth off his super-
sensitized cock.
He gasped, his body trembling. He pulled Cathy up
into his arms and hugged her. Then he reached down and
kissed her mouth.
Cathy thought she was going to melt in his kiss.
His lips were so warm, and his tongue so sexy as it
snaked into her mouth. It turned Cathy on with even
wilder feelings when she realized that he must be
tasting his own come on her mouth.
"Where in hell did you learn to suck cock?"
Cathy blushed and grinned. She wasn't going to
tell!
"I liked it. When you said no one ever took all
of your cock in, I decided I was going to!"
Troy whistled.
He reached down, and pulled up her skirt, his
hands snaking into the elastic waistband of her
panties.
Cathy stiffened, and pressed her hands against his
chest, afraid that he was going to fuck her. His cock
was still semi-erect, and it looked as if it were going
to get harder.
"I'm not going to fuck you!" he said by way of
gentle rebuke. "I'll respect your promise to your
mother. I'm just going to return the favor. May I?"
"Yech!" Cathy heard from the floor. Gerald and
Stephanie, their limbs still entwined, were watching
the couple on the couch.
"I can't stand the idea that you're going to eat
out her pussy!" Stephanie said.
"Oh, why don't you shut your mouth?" Gerald said.
"You could learn to eat my cock."
"No, thank you!" Stephanie said, prim-mouthed.
"Besides, I've heard that it's fattening, and I'm not
going to lose my figure!" Stephanie was caressing her
breasts, and cupping them, making them stand up more on
her chest.
She spread her legs so that her swollen recently-
fucked pussy meat was fully exposed to Cathy's and
Troy's view.
"Don't you want to bury your cock in a little of
this?" Stephanie purred.
"Thanks!" Troy smiled. "I have something else I
want to do."
Troy pulled down Cathy's panties, and pushed her
skirt up over her waist. His big hands fondled her
belly. He started to lick her flat abdomen, digging
his tongue deeply into her belly button.
"Oooh!" Cathy squealed, arching her hips up, as
she felt Troy's tongue moving down closer and closer to
her creaming cunt.
He captured some of her maidenhair with his teeth
and pulled gently.
"Ouch!" Cathy squealed, liking it even with the
slight sting, which seemed to add a new dimension to
her carnal pleasure.
She felt Troy's skilled tongue move lightly over
her cunt crack, lightly tickling her pink inner meat
which was pouting out from between her plump white
outer meat.
"Ohhh!" Cathy gasped. Troy was better with his
mouth than Jimmy was!
His tongue moved tenderly over her swollen sex
flesh, until Cathy was writhing wildly, humping her
muff up into his mouth.
Then his tongue pried in between her white outer
lips, and he began to lave her inner pink meat, his
tongue moving around and around on the lovely little
folds of passion meat.
Cathy moaned when she felt his tongue pry into her
drooling fuck hole. He sucked up all her juices, and
then ran his tongue back up over her pussy meat, until
he had made contact with her clitoris.
He started to move his tongue in a lazy circular
motion around and around on her clitoris, until the
excited, inflamed little love button popped out of its
fleshy sheath and twitched and jerked under Troy's
sensual tongue.
Troy opened his mouth wide, and captured all of
Cathy's little cunt. He started to suck on her pussy
meat.
Cathy moaned, feeling the swear pouring from her
body, as her heat rose to a feverish pitch. She humped
her hips against his mouth, grinding her muff heavily
around and around, as Troy's tongue went wild on her
flower-like folds of pink meat.
She felt her pussy juices flowing freely. Troy
sucked them all up, his mouth making wet, sucking
noises as he teased her to a wilder sexual pitch than
Cathy had ever experienced in all of her precocious
sexual life.
She closed her eyes and surrendered to the hot
teasing of Troy's mouth. She felt lost and wanton, as
she abandoned herself to the delirious pleasure which
coursed through her.
She felt Troy's hands moving up and down on her
clothed body. Then she felt his big hands on her tits.
His hands were so gentle that she just barely perceived
them at first, until he started to knead them gently.
Cathy thought she was going to explode into a million
pieces.
Troy's tongue continued to mark a wet path up and
down her cunt meat. He pried into her quivering hole,
and Cathy felt her cuntal muscles close in around his
tongue.
Troy grunted, and moved his tongue upward, until
it made hot, wet contact with her love button again.
He teased it mercilessly, and Cathy felt the first
spasms of a powerful orgasm ripple through her.
She screamed and her hips bulked furiously against
Troy's mouth.
He increased the pressure of his tongue against
her twat, rubbing up and down, teasing her clitoris,
thrusting his tongue into her tiny twat, until Cathy's
orgasm started to peak.
Then Troy did something that Jimmy had never done.
He bit gently on her clitoris. Cathy writhed like a
wild woman, and her peaking orgasm shot even higher.
For a moment, Cathy was afraid she was going to faint.
She felt the blood rush to her head, felt it
boiling in her veins. Her ears rang with the throbbing
of her blood against her ear drums.
Her whole body arched up off the couch. She
became taut, her muscles trembling wildly with the
delirious ecstasy of her orgasm.
Then she started to come down, her convulsing body
flopping wildly as Troy caressed her pussy with his
mouth, and held her body under some kind of control
with his big, strong hands.
"Oh!" she gasped, as her body finally collapsed.
The flush had left her face. She was white, and her
breathing was labored.
"Wow! I never did that!" she heard Stephanie say.
"See, I told you. Sixty-nine ain't bad!" Gerald
retorted.
"Weeelll ...!" Stephanie drawled, as Cathy's eyes
fluttered open, and she stared at Troy, "I'll think
about it."
"Thinking ain't doing!" Gerald retorted. Cathy
felt so warm and wonderful, she didn't want to move.
She just kept staring at Troy, until his hands gripped
her shoulders and brought her to a sitting position
again.
She leaned against his big muscular chest, as she
tried to normalize her breathing, tried to get back her
equilibrium. She still felt dizzy.
"Was that all right?" Troy asked, smiling down at
her.
Cathy nodded, still breathless. Troy held her
tightly, and Cathy was grateful for his strong arm.
She was still rippling with the pleasurable spasms
which coursed through her.
She actually had the sensation that she was going
to float away.
"I'm hungry," Stephanie said, getting up and
padding naked toward the kitchen. "Does anyone want
anything to eat."
Cathy nodded again, still speechless with the
powerful orgasm which she had just experienced.
Troy laughed, and tilted her chin up to look at
her.
"Do you think you'll survive?"
Cathy shrugged her shoulders. She wasn't sure.
She knew she would live. She had to experience
something like that again. It was better than anything
she had ever known!
Stephanie came back from the Kitchen, with huge
Dagwood sandwiches. Everyone pounced on them, except
Cathy, who still experienced little mini-orgasms, as
her mind concentrated on the intense pleasure she had
just received.
She clung to Troy for dear life.
"Boy, what a baby!" Gerald shouted, as he dug into
a sandwich. Gerald was beginning to get on Cathy's
nerves.
"Well, Cathy Jones, you can't say I didn't do my
best for you," Stephanie said.
As far as Cathy was concerned, whether or not she
went to the prom, Stephanie had done more than her
share! Cathy had the feeling that she was falling in
love with Troy.
He may have been a big bad boy, one that mothers
warned their girls away from, but he hadn't forced
himself on her. He had a gorgeous cock, and he had
sucked her off as she had never been sucked off!
Cathy decided that she really liked him.
"You don't have to take me to the prom," she said.
"It would probably give you a bad reputation anyway, to
be seen with a little kid like me."
"I like little kids," Troy said, smiling.
He pushed a piece of his sandwich against Cathy's
mouth. She opened up, and let Troy feed her.
"Wait till the guys in school hear this!" Gerald
snorted. "A crummy little virgin who can suck cock
like gangbusters!" He started to laugh.
What happened next happened so fast, that it took
Cathy a full minute to comprehend it.
Troy got up from the couch, and stood over Gerald,
pulling him to his feet by hooking his arms under the
boy's arms.
"You say nothing! Do you hear me?"
"Aw, come on, man!" Gerald exclaimed, trying to
get out of Troy's grip. "So what if everyone knows?"
"So everything!" Troy barked, doubling up a fist
in Gerald's face. "She made a promise to her mother.
Don't make life more difficult for her. You keep your
mouth shut, you hear?"
Gerald yanked himself free from Troy's viselike
grasp, and then shrugged his shoulders.
"I don't know what difference if makes. But I can
keep my mouth shut!"
"You better!" Troy barked. "Because if I hear one
word, and you know damned well I will--I'll have your
balls on a platter, and see you eat them!"
Gerald's eyes opened a little bit, but he bit his
tongue.
It was a well-known fact that Troy always kept his
word.
Troy sat down on the couch again, and picked up
the sandwich he was eating. He looked at Cathy, who
was almost gaping at him. Troy laughed, and stuffed
her mouth with the sandwich.
"Here, keep it busy! It's open an awful lot!"
Troy laughed.
Cathy started to get mad at the rough treatment he
had offered her, and then changed her mind. He seemed
to be so suave, so different from the other boys.
"If your mother says so, I'll take you to your
prom," Troy said.
Cathy, her mouth full of sandwich, widened her
eyes.
"But there are strings attached to that promise!"
Troy said, leaning close to her. Cathy thought she was
going to drown in Troy's dark, passionate eyes.
"When you're sixteen, I want to find out if your
cunt is as gorgeous as your mouth. Is it a deal?"
Cathy's passion melted in thick streams down her
cunt as she nodded.
"Mind you, that's only if your mother says you can
go with me. I'll bet she'll say no."
"I don't know. I'll ask her," Cathy said, finally
swallowing the food in her mouth.
Troy drove her home, and waited until she was in
the door. Cathy sailed out to the kitchen.
"You won't believe it!" she gasped to her mother.
"What, dear?" Mrs. Jones said, noticing the hectic
flush in her daughter's face, the unnatural brightness
in her eyes.
"Stephanie got me a date for the prom on one
condition!"
"What's that, dear?"
"I have to get my ..."
Cathy realized she had got carried away. She
didn't quite know how to explain it to her mother.
"Who's your date?" Mrs. Jones said, coming over to
the kitchen table where Cathy had sat down. She ran
her hands over Cathy's forehead. It was fairly cool,
so the flush must be excitement.
Funny Troy, Cathy thought. He had made her bathe
her face with cold water and dry it thoroughly before
they left Stephanie's house.
Troy had said that if her mother saw flush, she'd
think she'd been making it, or was sick with a fever.
Cathy said that wasn't so, and Troy had just
laughed.
"You wait!" Troy said, as he dunked her head
playfully into the basin full of water. "As soon as
your mother catches sight of you, she's gonna put her
hands on your forehead!"
Cathy gulped. She had to tell her mother!
"A friend of Gerald's, Stephanie's steady."
"Humph!" Mrs. Jones said. "I don't like that
boy."
Cathy sighed. "Neither do but I like his friend."
"What's his name?" her mother asked suspiciously.
"Troy."
Cathy's mother gasped. "Troy Madison from
Rivergate?" Rivergate was the heavily-populated section
of town where Troy lived.
Cathy nodded.
"What's the condition?" her mother asked. Her
mother's voice had got very low, and Cathy knew that
was a dangerous sign that her mother was getting
fighting mad.
Cathy gulped again. Her father staggered up the
back steps, and kicked open the screen door. He was
laden with groceries. Jimmy was behind him with a
carton.
"Bob, wait till you hear this!" Her mother's
voice had got even deeper! Cathy suddenly paled. She
brought her thumbnail to her mouth. What had she done?
"What is it sweetheart?" Cathy's father said,
coming over to the table with a troubled look on his
face.
"Tell him!" Cathy's mother demanded in a not-to-
be-denied tone of voice.
"Stephanie got me a date for the prom," Cathy said
in a small weak voice.
"Stephanie!" Jimmy snorted. "She's one of the
biggest cock-baiters in school, and she goes with that
no good son of a bitch Gerald!"
"It's a friend of Gerald's," Mrs. Jones said,
slamming her open palm on the table. Cathy jumped.
Jimmy walked toward Cathy frowning himself. Cathy
felt as if she were being picked on.
"Cathy, what did you do to get that date?"
"Now wait a minute! Wait a minute!" Bob Jones
raised his arms, and quieted everyone down. He sat
down in the chair next to Cathy, and took her trembling
little hand in his.
"Who's the date, honey?" he asked, a worried frown
on his face.
"T-Troy Ma-Madison," Cathy said in a little voice.
"Whaaat!" her father exclaimed, jumping up from
his seat. "That no good hoodlum!"
"Maybe you'd better tell us what the condition
is," Mrs. Jones, said, her voice still low in her
throat.
"What condition! What are you talking about!" Mr.
Jones exclaimed.
Cathy started to cry.
"I can't go to the prom because I'm a--I promised
I wouldn't let any of the boys in school fuck me!" she
said, sobbing. "So--so when Stephanie invited me over
today, she didn't tell me that a friend of Gerald's was
there, and Gerald thought if Troy fucked me, I'd go to
the prom."
"Only Troy didn't fuck me. He said he respected
my promise to you, and he'd take me to the prom if I'd
fuck him when I was sixteen."
"Oh, my God!" Mrs. Jones said, slapping her hand
to her forehead.
"Cathy Jones, you aren't going to that prom with
Troy Madison!" Mr. Jones exclaimed.
"Cathy, how could you!" Mrs. Jones exclaimed.
Cathy, bewildered, feeling put-upon, sobbed even
louder. She ran from the table, and went to her room.
She locked the door, and fell on her bed, and sobbed
violently.
All of a sudden, the prom didn't mean so much.
But seeing more of Troy did mean a lot to her. She
really liked him, liked the way he talked, liked his
manners, and his good looks, liked everything about
him!
But Troy had warned her that her mother would
probably say no.
She heard her mother knock on the door.
"Cathy, we're going out to eat. Come on, dear.
Come out!"
"Go away! I'm not going out! I don't ever want
to eat again. I wish I were dead!"
"Cathy, you open this door instantly!" her mother
cried. Cathy could hear the alarm in her mother's
voice. "Bob! Bob! Cathy's locked her door!"
She heard her father's footsteps on the stairs,
and then her father knocked on the door.
Cathy went to the door and opened it.
"Come on, let's go to dinner," her father said,
patting her on the shoulder.
Cathy shook her head.
"Cathy, we are not going to leave you in this
house alone, so go wash your face and come with us."
Cathy dumbly marched down the hall to the
bathroom, and threw cold water on her face.
She remembered Troy's splashing cold water on her
face earlier, and she started to cry all over again.
She cried so hard that her knees turned to jelly, and
when her mother came to see how she was doing, Cathy
was curled up on the floor, with the cold water still
running in the basin.
"Oh, Bob, she's not in any condition to go out."
Her father came to the door, and picked up his
sobbing daughter, and put her back on the bed. Jimmy
was standing at the foot of the bed, biting his lower
lip.
"What's the matter with her, Dad?"
"Growing pains, I suspect, Son. Come on, we'll go
get a pizza, and bring it back to the house."
Cathy stayed in her room for the weekend. When
she woke up Sunday morning, her eyes were all swollen
and red, but she didn't care. She had the feeling that
she had cried so much, that she'd never cry again in
her life. She thought that she had shed her lifetime
supply of tears.
Jimmy tried to talk to her, and she didn't look at
him. She just stared at the bedspread, and picked at
it.
Her mother came up to see if she wanted something
to eat.
Her father came up to talk to her, but Cathy just
lay there, feeling very, very unhappy.
Monday morning she got up and ate her breakfast,
and went to school. She was dragging her footsteps.
At noon, she got wonderful idea, and it perked her up a
little.
Her brother was very solicitous. He came up to
her table in the cafeteria, and offered her his apple
pie. Cathy didn't want it. She ate just because she
really wanted to live.
No matter how bad things were, they had to get
better, and her idea had given her a little hope. She
couldn't wait to see how this whole thing worked out.
After school, she slipped away quickly before any
of her friends could catch up with her to walk her
home.
She took a bus to the River Gate section of town.
She wandered around the streets, until she found the
one where she knew Troy worked in an automotive repair
shop.
When she reached it, there were a lot of
motorcycles parked outside the shop. She found Troy,
filled with grease, working on one of the motorcycles.
"Whatsa matter, kid? You lost?" one of the mean-
looking boys barked at her, as she walked timidly up to
Troy. Troy was buried in his work, so he hadn't seen
her approach.
"You took the bus the wrong way, sweetie!" someone
else said. There was a lot of rough laughter.
Cathy held her ground, as Troy looked up. He saw
her, and stood up.
"Shut up!" he barked at the assembled boys. They
did look like hoodlums, but then, so did Troy, all
greasy, and wearing stained Levi's.
The laughter died out fast. Troy walked over to
her.
"Hello, Cathy," he said, smiling at her.
"You were right," Cathy said, a slight quiver in
her voice. "Mother said no."
"I told you so!" Troy grinned. "Sorry, Cathy, I
really would have liked to go with you. I like you."
"I like you, too, Troy," Cathy said. "I came to
make you a promise. I don't really care about the prom
so much, but I care about you, and you can--can have me
when I'm sixteen, if you want."
"I won't hold you to that. Come to me when you're
sixteen, and we'll see."
Troy walked her back to the bus, and saw that she
got on it.
She turned at the stairs, and looked at him.
"I mean it," she said.
"I think you do," Troy said, his face grave.
"I'll be thinking of you."
Cathy stared at Troy until the bus turned a
corner. She noticed that Troy didn't move, either!
Maybe it was love--the real kind.
Chapter 7
So, for the remainder of the week, Cathy acted
like a stranger in her own house. She did her
household chores, she did her studying, she answered
her parents civilly when they spoke to her, but she
acted like a little lost soul. She kept to her room
most of the time.
Her parents plied her with presents, promised her
outings. Her brother found her a date, finally, after
a desperate search. He was a nice guy, and Jimmy,
without telling anyone, had bribed him, with a full
week's allowance.
"I'm not going to the prom. Thank you anyway,"
she said to her shocked brother.
"Cathy! How can you?" her mother asked. "You
wanted to go so badly."
"I don't want to go to the prom," Cathy said,
toying with her food. Cathy had lost her appetite, and
with it a little weight. Her face was slightly pale.
Her mother and father were now hovering over her
like worried birds over a baby bird who has fallen out
of the nest.
"Damn!" Jimmy exclaimed, slamming his hand on the
table. "That date cost me a whole week's allowance."
Cathy's pale face flushed as she stared angrily at
her brother.
"You bribed someone to take me to the prom? What
about my pride?" she screamed. She started to cry, and
ran away from the table.
Mr. Jones shook his head. "Son, your intentions
were laudable but I happen to agree with Cathy."
"Well, he's a nice guy, and a terrific dancer!"
Jimmy said, defensively.
"That's not the point," Mrs. Jones said, patting
her son's arm. "The fact of the matter is, you did
bribe him, and Cathy's pride has been hurt."
"Not to mention her heart," Mr. Jones said. "What
in hell does that Troy bastard have? He's the biggest
heart-breaker in town!"
"I don't know," Jimmy said, his mouth set in
anger. "But I'm going to find out! I think he seduced
her."
"I doubt very much that he did. Your sister said
he respected her promise to your mother," Mr. Jones
said.
"Oh, he's the typical heart-throb," Mrs. Jones
said, smiling slightly. "He certainly appeals to me.
Have you ever seen him? He's so tall and dark and
handsome and ... well, rakish! And he's a boy after a
mother's heart. He's been supporting his mother and
his two sisters since he was fourteen in that
automobile shop!"
"Yeah, where all those bikers hang out!" Jimmy
snarled.
"If I were you, I wouldn't tackle him," Mr. Jones
said, pointing his fork at his son with a stern warning
look on his face. "I've heard that he's a superb
boxer, and that he's already been offered scholarships
to two Ivy League colleges on those merits alone."
"Not to mention his skill at basketball," Jimmy
said sarcastically.
He rose from the table, discouraged, and heart-
sore. He couldn't understand Cathy! She wouldn't have
anything to do with him in the last week.
He called up Sam Appleby, and canceled the deal.
Sam didn't really care, but he invited Jimmy the next
week to play soccer in his back field with some of the
other boys in his set.
Jimmy went back to ask his parents if it were all
right.
"Sure," Mr. Jones said.
Jimmy went back to the phone, and made the date
firm. Then he went up to his sister's room.
He knocked on the door.
"Cathy?
"What?"
"Can I come in for a minute?"
"Yeah."
Jimmy opened the door, almost timidly. He walked
over to the desk where Cathy was studying. He stood
behind her chair.
"I'm sorry, Cathy," he said, putting his hand on
her shoulder. Her flesh felt warm, and Jimmy felt his
cock lurch to life. He wanted her so badly!
"I just wanted you to be happy. That's why I did
it. I thought it would make you happy."
"It's all right, Jimmy," Cathy said, softly.
Jimmy got frustrated. He pulled Cathy out of the
chair, and shook her.
"Well, what's the matter?" he cried, gripping her
tightly by her shoulders. "Tell me what's wrong!"
"Nothing's wrong," Cathy said, in that soft,
listless voice, when Jimmy stopped shaking her.
"Oh, yes, something's wrong. What is it? Did I
do something bad?"
Cathy shook her head, feeling her eyes well up
with tears.
"Don't you want to go to the prom?"
Cathy shook her head again.
"Well, what do you want, Cathy?" her brother
exclaimed, thoroughly exasperated.
"I want Troy," Cathy said, simply.
"Shit! You're crazy, you know that? He's the
worst hoodlum in town!"
"Who says, and why?" Cathy cried out.
"Well, ask Mom and Dad!" Jimmy exhorted.
"You ask them!" Cathy retorted. Jimmy's face
flushed.
"How come it's all right for you to go out with
Suzy and Lorraine. How come it's all right for you to
come home at all hours, after fucking someone, or
cutting up or drunk? And how come it's not all right
for Troy?" she demanded fiercely.
"I don't know," came the deep voice of her father,
who had been listening in the open doorway.
Cathy turned, her eyes flaring at her father.
"You had to bail him out of jail one night when he
started a brawl at that dance at Edgemoor! I never
heard anyone say that Troy was ever in jail."
"He's just never been caught yet!" Jimmy
exclaimed.
Cathy sat down at her desk, and rested her head on
her arms. Jimmy didn't like being reminded of the time
he had been in jail, along with Ron, and Wayne, and
Whitey, for breaking up the dance hall.
He stormed out of the room, and out of the house.
"Jimmy!" his mother called after him, as she saw
his stormy progress. She went upstairs, and into
Cathy's room.
"Now what's wrong?" she asked, a hint of
exasperation in her own voice. "Jimmy just stormed out
of the house."
"Sure! And nobody cares. He can go and get
himself jailed again, or he can go fuck the school
whores. You don't care! Only you've got this silly
notion that it matters for me, and Troy, because he
doesn't live on this end of town!" Cathy retorted.
"Young lady, I think I've had all I can take from
you!" Mrs. Jones said. Mr. Jones put his hand on his
wife's arm.
"She's right, June."
He led his wife out of the room, and closed the
door. He was frowning.
"Bob, what is it?"
"I don't know. But I have an idea. I'll be back
later, dear." He kissed his wife, and left the house
himself.
Jimmy was hot. He hadn't seen as much of Suzy as
usual, so he went to her house. Suzy answered the
door.
"Hi!" Jimmy said.
"Well, well, well, Jimmy, lover-boy!" she drawled,
throwing her arms around his neck and kissing her.
"Cool it! Where are your mother and father?"
"Out, as usual. Come on in, and let's make it."
"O.K. Where's Steph?"
"She went downtown with Gerald. They're going to
go dragging on Route 50!"
Jimmy came into the living room, and sat on the
couch. Suzy sat down next to him. Jimmy already had
the reputation of a swinger at school, and he was used
to having girls fall all over him.
That alone kept his confidence high. Suzy's body
was as trim as a clipper, and just as sexy. She had
long, sleek legs, a trim waist, large and firm breasts,
and broad hips.
She also had a deep, throaty voice that had
initially been an affectation, but was rapidly becoming
her own, so assiduously did she practice it.
Jimmy's cock was pounding in his pants. He was
desperate for some ass, and Suzy was ideal.
"Nice night, isn't it?" Suzy purred in his ear,
quite well aware of the effect of her voice.
"Lovely," Jimmy said, somewhat sarcastically.
His hand started to massage her soft delicate
shoulder through her cotton blouse. He felt the warm,
smooth skin through the material, and his cock lurched
again, crawling down his thigh.
Suzy moaned, and curled up closer to Jimmy. She
let him do the work.
Jimmy was a smooth operator, and he had more class
than most of the boys she fucked. She liked taking a
back seat, and letting him do the driving. It excited
her more.
Keeping his hand on her shoulder, and softly
caressing it, he reached over with his other hand and
started to undo the buttons of her blouse, one at a
time, until he had reached the last one. Then, to keep
her feeling sexy, he nibbled on her ear a little.
Suzy shivered. It felt so good to be teased like
this!
Jimmy liked the perfume she was wearing, and
inhaled deeply.
He reached up to fondle her breasts through her
bra, before he went to undo it. He noticed that the
hooks were in the front. He grunted. Much easier, he
thought.
Suzy turned her head to him, wanting a kiss.
Jimmy met her moist lips, and started to flick his
tongue around them, teasing her even more.
"Ohh, Jimmy, lover!" Suzy gasped, feeling the
fires build in her own loins. He unhooked the bra, and
it fell away from her tits. His hand gripped at one of
her treasures, and he started to knead the soft flesh.
They were nice and firm. Her nipples were already
puckered, a sure sign that she was excited.
Jimmy had the urge to shove his cock into her
furiously. But he took his time. It was always better
that way, even when the girls were as hot as Suzy. Or
Lorraine!
He grunted again, remembering that Cathy knew he
fucked her, too.
Jimmy noticed that Suzy's smooth stomach was
beginning to heave with her excitement. Her tits
jiggled with her heaving chest. Jimmy felt Suzy's
tongue snake into his mouth, teasing his tongue.
"Ohh, Jimmy!" Suzy gasped.
Jimmy's hand went smoothly to her knee, where the
hem of her skirt was. He started to lift it slowly,
until his hand cupped her muff. Suzy's muff arched
upward slightly, as she felt Jimmy's fingers dabbling
in her wet crotch.
Jimmy's head came down and he began to suckle on
one of her breasts, as his fingers finished the work of
exciting Suzy. He loved it when they begged for it,
and he intended to drive Suzy crazy.
"Ahh! Ohhh!" Suzy moaned against his mouth. She
sucked on his tongue, drawing it deeply into her
excited mouth.
He started to press her backward on the couch.
Suzy went readily, her desire building until it was
almost unbearable.
"Oh, Jimmy," Suzy gasped, "put it in me, quick.
I'm dying for it!" she gasped. Her hands fumbled with
Jimmy's fly. Jimmy heard the harsh rasping of metal
against metal, as Suzy's eager hands released his cock.
He thought he would shoot his load as soon as
Suzy's hand had gripped his cock. She placed the head
of his massive peter at the warm, drooling entrance to
her twat.
Jimmy thrust forward, and his cock head became
embedded in Suzy's sweet little snatch.
Suzy started to kiss his face all over. She
kissed his lips, and worked her way down. His skin was
so smooth and warm,, that Suzy thought she would faint
with pleasure, as she worked her way down his neck,
running her tongue along his throbbing skin.
"Oh, you're great, baby!" Jimmy said, as he pushed
in a little more. He felt Suzy's cuntal walls give way
before the sensuous onslaught of his cock.
Then Suzy bit him on his neck, and sucked.
Suzy was very turned on to Jimmy.
"Hey!" Jimmy said. "Stop it!"
Suzy was giving him a hickey!
"Just leaving my mark on you, lover," Suzy cooed.
Jimmy couldn't resist her voice, so he let her
have her way. He had what he wanted, anyway, his cock
planted in her deep twat.
"Oh, put that big muscle in my cunt, lover!" Suzy
gasped. She arched her hips up and impaled herself
more deeply on Jimmy's manhood. Jimmy was going crazy
with Suzy's gyrations under him.
"You sure are tight, honey," Jimmy gasped, as he
thrust inward again. He felt his balls pressing
against Suzy's quivering ass cheeks. His cock throbbed
wildly against the tight walls of her cunt. He felt
her honey dripping all over him.
Jimmy began to move in Suzy's cunt, drawing his
massive prod out to the cock head, and then thrusting
it inward, plunging deeply into Suzy's twat. Suzy kept
up her mad gyrations, swiveling her hips around and
around on Jimmy's pistoning cock.
Jimmy's cock, on its downward plunge, hit Suzy's
clitoris, teasing it, making it tingle. Suzy went
crazy. Jimmy was the best lover she knew!
"Oh, faster, lover, faster!" Suzy gasped. She
threw her legs up in the air, and wrapped them around
Jimmy's undulating waist. Jimmy grunted, and began to
piston in and out of Suzy faster and faster.
He felt his balls swell with their heavy load of
unspent come. He pumped into her like a rutting lion,
slamming his huge hard-on deeply into her honey pot.
Her juices flowed around his cock lavishly.
Jimmy felt them spewing out of her cunt. He felt
her boobs pressed against his chest, felt the puckered
hard nipples. He became more and more excited. His
ass cheeks rose and fell in a demanding rhythm as he
ripped into her cunt like a mad man.
"Oh, yes, shove that dick into me. Make me come!"
Suzy gasped. Her hips arched up wildly off the couch,
as she tried to stuff even his balls into her aching
and eager cunt.
Jimmy felt her cuntal walls start to close in
around his pistoning cock. He felt his juices boiling
in his balls, as he plunged deeply into Suzy's teeming
twat.
"Unh, I'm going to come!" Suzy gasped. She
clutched more tightly around Jimmy's neck, pressing his
mouth down onto hers. Their tongues fucked each other
in the same rhythm as Jimmy's cock plunged in and out
of her cunt.
Jimmy felt his balls getting wet and matted with
Suzy's come juice, as they slapped against her wet
humping ass.
He felt the soft rippling in her cunt that
presaged orgasm, and he increased the speed of his
fucking. He had to get her off fast, because he knew
he was going to shoot his own load.
"Ohhh!" Suzy squealed. The heels of her feet beat
a wild tattoo on Jimmy's rising and falling asscheeks,
as she started to come.
Jimmy felt the heat of her convulsing cunt, felt
her cuntal muscles gripping his great prod.
Her snatch turned into a vacuum, sucking all the
come out of him. He felt the boiling load in his balls
starting to spew up his long fuck shaft as Suzy's
orgasm reached a peak.
Clutching the wildly writhing girl tightly,
Jimmy's come slit started to spit its load of slimy
scum deep into her convulsing cunt. He grunted as his
thrusts became more and more violent. He plunged
deeply into the well of her lust, and added to the hot
frothing liquids that welled up and spewed out of her.
Each thrust deposited another load of scum deep into
her cunt.
"Ohh, you big wonderful bastard!" Suzy gasped, as
her body suddenly collapsed.
"Yeah!" Jimmy gasped, as he spewed the last of his
load in her quivering quim.
He collapsed on top of her body, and rested from
the violence of his orgasm. Jimmy never fucked a girl
and left her.
He kissed her and made pretty cooing sounds in her
ear, until she had calmed down. They held each other
like that for several moments, until Jimmy's cock got
small and plopped out of Suzy's cunt.
Suzy went upstairs to the bathroom to wash herself
off, and repair the damage. She came downstairs, and
made frozen pizza for both of them to eat in the
kitchen.
When Suzy's rather remiss parents came home,
slightly tipsy, from a party they had attended, they
found Jimmy and Suzy innocently talking and eating
pizza in the kitchen.
In another part of town, Bob Jones walked down a
littered street. It wasn't very late, and there were
lots of children on the street, playing stick ball, or
marbles. Many of the children were committing various
sorts of mayhem, unsupervised and over-active.
"Hey!" he said to one lone boy who was pitching
rocks at a window high up in a warehouse. "That's not
nice."
"Ahh, go fuck yourself, you old geezer!" the boy
said, pitching another rock.
Bob Jones laughed. He had grown up in a fairly
affluent society, and he lived in one now. But he
could understand the frustration and anger of kids like
this. He worked with the Police Athletic League in
town.
He was grateful for his own kids, who had turned
out so well. If he were troubled about Cathy now, it
was only that she was unhappy, and had been losing
weight.
And Jimmy was upset, too. There was a close bond
between those two, which had been beautiful to watch as
they grew.
Far from being jealous of his little sister, when
she came along, Jimmy had adored her, right from the
first, and the two of them were as good together as two
kids could be who lived in the same house.
But now there was something else to overcome. And
Bob knew that it was his possessiveness of his
daughter, his need to keep her young.
He had never forgotten how he met his wife, and
how they had got married. It had been a shotgun
wedding, but it was the best thing that had ever
happened to Bob Jones, and he had never once, for a
single second, regretted it.
He didn't want to regret any move of his now
either. He knew he was a bit prejudiced. He wanted
the best for his daughter.
But he was also aware that what he thought was
best for her, was not necessarily what Cathy would
think was the best. She was obviously smitten with the
boy, and Bob was going to find out why.
Even his wife's eyes had flashed when she
mentioned him.
He couldn't be entirely unscrupulous. In the same
breath in which his peers mentioned his hairy pranks,
and wild doings, they also mentioned the fact that he
did support his mother and two sisters, and squired
them around with him.
That kind of loyalty was not to be dismissed
readily.
Bob knew the boy only by reputation. He was about
to meet him personally.
He walked up to the garage where he knew the boy
worked, and walked in.
There were several toughs, including Gerald and
Stephanie, who lived a few doors away from him, hanging
around. Stephanie's jaw dropped when she saw Bob.
"Goo-good evening, Mr. Jones," she gasped.
"Don't worry, Steph," Mr. Jones said, with a wry
smile. "I'm not going to tell your parents."
Stephanie relaxed a little.
"Where's Troy Madison?" he asked.
Stephanie and Gerald looked at each other.
"He's out on Highway 50, dragging on his Harley,
Mr. Jones," said Gerald.
Bob looked around.
"Where can I find a seat and wait for him?" he
asked.
"In there. That's his office," said one of the
toughs.
Bob walked into the dingy office, and sat down at
the desk. It was fairly neat, a trait not usually
found in sixteen-year-old boys, and Bob was impressed.
There were also a passel of books on the desk--good
books, another fact which impressed Bob.
They were well thumbed, and the pages were marked,
passages underlined. On many of the pages, were grease
marks.
Troy didn't let any grass grow under his feet,
obviously. He heard a muffled roar, and stood up,
going to the door of the office.
Troy roared into the garage, and parked his bike.
He was a tall guy, Bob guessed about six-one, and well
built. One of the toughs went up to him, and said
something to him.
Troy, pulling the bike up on the kick stand,
looked in the direction of the office door, and saw Mr.
Jones.
He walked over to him, his pace smooth and long-
legged, a little bit like a cat's, thought Bob.
He stood in front of Bob, his thumbs hooked into
the thick leather belt of his riding leathers.
Bob grinned slightly, and mimicked his posture.
"Young man, you are a threat to every decent,
staid American home. You're the rake of the town, a
hell-raiser, and you're so damned sexy that even my
wife squirms in her seat."
The grim expression on Troy's face melted, and he
laughed, the laugh lighting up his dark eyes.
"But your wife won't let her daughter go to a
staid, all-American decent dance with me."
"Ah, but that's understandable! After all, your
presence at that dance changes the whole atmosphere. I
can see it now!" Bob laughed, warming to his subject,
"all those decent virginal girls, turning weak in the
knees, and abandoning their nice staid, respectful
boyfriends to flock into your arms, as if you were some
polygamous sultan with a harem in addition to twenty
adoring wives."
There was a wry look on Troy's face.
"Are you aware that girls who don't put out don't
go to the prom?"
"I am aware," Bob said. There was something solid
about the boy. Yes, he was obviously wild, but no
wilder, really, than his Jimmy.
"It doesn't really matter," Troy said, extracting
a cigarette from a pack in the breast pocket of his
leather jacket.
"Why not?"
"Because I'm going to have your daughter anyway,
when she's sixteen."
"What makes you so sure?" Bob asked, alarmed.
"She promised."
Bob sighed, and sagged against the door frame.
"Knowing my daughter, she'll keep her word," Bob
said, frowning at the boy.
"Right! Any girl who can resist peer pressure to
keep a silly promise she made to her mother has to mean
what she says," Troy responded.
"Huh?"
"Your move, Mr. Jones."
Chapter 8
Bob looked at the tall, powerful boy,
thoughtfully.
"I suggest we go home and talk about it. I'm
quite sure my wife would love to meet you."
Troy laughed.
"Do you want me to meet her?"
"Not particularly, but since men like you exist in
the world, I guess I have no choice. My wife is just
going to have to control herself."
"Did you bring your car?"
"That would be a bit of a slap in the face in this
neighborhood, don't you think? I wasn't slumming."
Troy walked over to his Harley, and kicked it to
life. He handed Bob a helmet.
"Let's go," he said.
Bob got on the back of the motorcycle gingerly,
and they sped away, leaving behind a group of aghast
boys.
They pulled up in front of the Jones's house, and
Troy parked the bike.
Bob let himself into the house.
"June? I'm home!"
"Hello, dear! I'm in the kitchen!"
Bob walked out to the kitchen, the tall, booted
boy following. His lovely wife turned around with an
anxious smile on her face, which quickly turned to an
expression of shock.
"Bob, what's he ...?"
"I invited him here."
"Oh!" June said in a small voice.
"Sit down!" Bob said, pointing to a chair. Troy
sat.
"I suppose you drink?"
"Like a fish," Troy said.
"Listen!" Bob snapped, going to the cupboard to
get a bottle of scotch, "I'm not playing any games with
you. Don't play any with me."
June looked at her husband adoringly, and then at
Troy with some fear.
Troy laughed. "I drink, moderately. I've never
raped a girl, or hit one. I've never beaten my mother
or my sisters, and once in awhile, I've been known to
mix it up in a bar. I have, on occasion, been known to
throw the first punch."
"Thank you," Bob said, sitting down with the
bottle, and some glasses filled with ice. He turned to
his wife.
"I brought him here because Cathy likes him. I
cannot pretend that I don't know why. He's
intelligent, honest, and industrious. The only thing
that makes him different from Jimmy, is that he was
born on the other side of town, and he has to work for
everything he gets."
"You forgot something. My companions are
different."
"No different than Jimmy's on occasion when he
wants to swing, or Gerald or Whitey's, and who's that
other boy who always hangs out over there?"
"Ron Biltmore," Troy volunteered.
"Yes. Now, Cathy has gone out with Wayne, and
Ron. I don't know about Whitey."
"Whitey only goes out with girls who put out."
June was bewildered.
"What are your intentions with regard to my
daughter?" Bob asked, pouring the scotch.
"Strictly honorable--until she's sixteen."
"Well, we have no choice in that matter, do we?"
Bob said, handing his wife a glass of scotch.
June was very grateful for the liquor. She
remembered her husband from his wild days, and to her,
it appeared that he was getting just as wild in his
approaching middle age.
"Why--why don't we have any choice when she's
sixteen, Bob?" June asked her husband.
"Because Cathy apparently promised herself to him
when he was sixteen."
"Oh, my God!" June exclaimed softly.
"Well, dear, we were at it at the same age. What
did you expect?"
"Bob, darling, I don't know what to expect. Why
did you bring him here?"
"Because he's a thorn in my side, that's why!
Because my daughter, whom I love dearly, is pining for
him. Because deep in my father's heart I know that
somewhere along the line, if she feels that strongly,
she's run amiss. I had to see what it was she liked."
"Oh!"
Troy laughed again. "She just wants a date for
the senior prom," he said.
"I told you not to play games with me," Bob said,
angrily, slamming his hand on the table.
"Forgive me. I'm in the habit of mocking. It's
not true."
"Of course it's not true. She had a chance to go
to the prom, and she turned it down. She wanted to go
with you!" Mrs. Jones said.
"Well, that's why I brought him home. I didn't
intend to bring him home. I just wanted to see what he
was like, that's all," Bob said. "But I like him after
all," he finished, taking a deep draught of the liquor.
"Dear, are you saying you want Cathy to go to the
prom with him?"
"I don't want Cathy to go with anyone. She's
fourteen. I'm jealous and possessive, which is typical
of fathers. But yes, if Cathy wants to go to the prom,
I'm quite sure the young man will take good care of
her, and bring her home in one piece."
"And what about her reputation?"
"I have a feeling it will soar enormously, and
she'll be the belle of the ball. Can you dance?" he
asked Troy.
"Yes," Troy said.
"Why don't you call Cathy down?" Bob asked his
wife.
June smiled at Bob, and covered his hand with
hers, squeezing it fondly. She couldn't say, as she
walked to the foot of the stairs to call Cathy, that
she disliked the boy, and reputations were ephemeral
things, easily made and just as easily lost.
He seemed solid enough. "Cathy? Cathy, dear?"
"Yes, Mom?" Cathy called, coming to the head of
the stairs.
"There's someone here to see you. Come down."
"Yes, Mom," Cathy said, starting listlessly down
the stairs. June walked quickly back to the kitchen,
anxious to see her daughter's expression when she saw
Troy sitting at the kitchen table.
"Do an old man a favor, will you?" her husband was
asking Troy.
"What's that, sir?"
"Puh-leez don't knock her up. I'd like her to go
to college. I knocked her mother up, and she's never
found the time or energy to get her degree."
"Bob!" June gasped, as Troy laughed.
"Oh!" Cathy gasped. She turned slightly pale when
she saw Troy sitting with her parents.
Bob rose from the table, filled his wife's glass
and his with more scotch, and, carrying the glasses in
one hand, he put his arms around his wife's shoulders
with the other.
"Yes, Cathy, you can go to the prom with Troy,"
Bob said. "Mother and I are going to bed. Don't stay
up too late, and leave the front lights on. God knows
when your brother will be home!"
With that, Bob ushered his wife out of the
kitchen, and up the stairs to their bedroom.
Cathy approached the table almost timidly. After
her initial shock, it was like Christmas, and Easter,
and her birthday, all rolled into one. She felt shy,
and she blushed.
"Hello," she said, shyly.
Troy laughed, and reaching out one of his hands,
he grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him. He sat her
on his lap and looked up at her, his eyes glowing.
"Your father extracted a different kind of promise
from me," he said, his voice husky, as he eyed her lush
body.
"What?" she said.
"He said not to knock you up because he wants you
to go to college."
"Well that doesn't absolve me from my promise to
Mom."
"Oh, yes it does. I don't think you promised your
mother you'd stay a virgin till you were sixteen."
Cathy blushed.
"How do you know that?"
"Because you're a lousy liar. You didn't say I
could have your cherry when you were sixteen. You said
I could have you. And no girl who sucks cock the way
you do, is inexperienced."
"Oh."
Cathy was getting very nervous. She couldn't look
at Troy. She toyed with his glass, which still sat,
only partially drunk, on the table.
"What did you promise your mother?"
"I promised I wouldn't sleep with any of the boys
in school."
"Absolved!" Troy exclaimed, laughing. "I'm not
one of the boys at your school! Who got to you first?"
Cathy sighed. She bit her lower lip. She wasn't
about to tell Troy, but she liked him so much, she
didn't want to offend him.
"Hey! Don't you like me any more?" Troy asked,
turning her head to face him. Cathy looked into his
deep eyes, and almost fell into them.
She smiled, and put her arms around his neck.
"Yes, I like you. I like you a lot," Cathy said
softly.
Troy grasped her by her shoulders, and felt the
tremor in them. He pulled Cathy hard against his
chest. His mouth came forward and covered hers.
Cathy loved his mouth. It was beautiful, more
beautiful than it had been when he had kissed her
before. She felt his lips wandering moistly all over
hers.
She opened her mouth, wanting more of him, and she
felt his tongue snake into her mouth, the tip of his
tongue flicking lightly against the tip of her tongue.
Then his tongue went wild in her mouth. He lashed
it against the roof of her mouth, and flicked it along
the underside of her tongue.
Cathy moaned against his mouth, feeling the warmth
of her fluids seeping through her pants. She could
feel the hard bulge of Troy's cock against her ass
cheeks.
Troy pushed her forward slightly, off his cock.
Cathy wanted him in the worst way, and was
suddenly very grateful that she had worded her promise
in such a way that she did feel absolved from it.
Her hand went down to the bulge in his pants, and
she pressed the palm of her hand into it.
"You want it?" Troy murmured, biting her ear lobe.
"Yes," she whispered.
"Then take it," he said.
Cathy's trembling hand unzipped the fly on his
leather pants. She reached in, and gasped when she
felt the throbbing hardness of his prick against her
eager palm. She took it out, and pumped it a few
times. Troy winced.
Troy pushed her off his lap, and reaching under
her skirt, pulled down her pants. Cathy stepped out of
them and then straddled Troy's knees.
There was a certain amount of danger involved in
what she was doing. Her parents could come down any
moment, or her brother walk in.
But Cathy was so blind with her lust that she
didn't care, indeed even relished the danger. It added
an erotic fillip to the whole scene.
She panted with excitement, as she stared at his
huge cock. She looked at him, a little bit scared.
"It's so big," she gasped. "Maybe it won't fit."
Troy laughed, his voice husky and low in his
throat. His hands reached under her skirt, and he
caressed her ass cheeks softly, pulling her closer to
his cock. Cathy reached down, and rubbed his cock
again, marveling at the incredible softness of the
flesh, which covered the blood-engorged steel-like
hardness beneath.
She placed his cock at the entrance to her hungry,
dripping pussy, and started to sit down on it.
She felt his cock head plop into her cunt,
stretching her incredibly tight fuck tunnel wider than
it had ever been stretched with Jimmy's cock.
"Oh!" she gasped.
The juices in her cunt welled up and flowed, thick
as syrup, as warm as lava, down her quivering fuck
channel as she started to squirm downward on his raging
prick.
Troy reached out, and his hands softly caressed
her tits, fondling them, kneading the nipples until
they were puckered and tingling with erotic pleasure.
Troy's hands continued to caress Cathy, as she
squirmed downward on his cock a little bit at a time.
Finally she felt her pussy hairs mesh with his dark,
pubic hairs. She looked down at the lewd joining of
their flesh, and gasped. It was a turn-on!
The very sight of their meeting caused her sex
sweat to pour out of her body. Her blouse clung wetly
to her.
She grunted and started to ride upward on his
cock, until she had reached his cock head. Then she
started to swivel downward again, feeling her cuntal
walls spread before his thick, throbbing cock.
Her motions were slow at first, as she got used to
his cock.
"So tight!" Troy gasped, as his passion began to
rise in his loins. Cathy gyrated sexily around and
around on his cock, feeling the hard, throbbing flesh
massage the itching walls of her cunt.
Her juices started to spew out of her copiously.
His cock stuffed her has she had never been stuffed.
She looked at Troy's face.
It was flushed, and he looked at her through
heavily-lidded, glowing eyes. His hips started to arch
upward, as she bounced down on his massive cock.
"Such a nice, soft, sweet little snatch you have!"
he gasped, as his face became twisted with his passion.
He grunted, and grasped Cathy's body tightly to
his. Cathy felt his breath hot and moist on her cheek,
felt his heart hammering against her tit, as he
clutched her.
He bucked his hips upward, each thrust becoming
stronger, and more frenzied. Cathy whimpered as her
lust grew, feeling her loins boiling with her juices.
She felt like a volcano about to erupt.
Her cuntal muscles started to quiver with a life
of their own, as she ground her muff into his thickly-
furred groin, feeling the pressure of her slamming
motions, feeling his thick throbbing cock spreading her
pussy lips wider and wider.
Beneath her humping ass, she felt the tremor of
passion in his strong, long, lean thighs. She heard
him moan softly, felt his mouth on her neck, felt the
heat of his face, as she pressed her cheek against his.
Troy started to smash his loins harder and faster
into Cathy's cunt. Cathy felt the hot fleshy ecstasy
rise in her trembling body, felt the quivering take
possession of her. She suddenly felt weak with the
intense pleasure which had taken possession of her
body.
She closed her eyes, and rested her forehead on
his shoulder, savoring the feel of the leather jacket
he was wearing, the warm smell of him, soap and water
mixed with grease, and the smell of his desire.
Cathy would have sworn that her insides were
melting, as the heat in her body built to a raging
inferno that demanded release.
Her orgasm built steadily, ponderously, in her
heaving belly, as she ground her muff heavily into his
hairy groin.
Her cuntal muscles began to jerk furiously, the
tempo and rhythm increasing in intensity until she
bounced up and down with spastic motions. The ripples
of hot ecstasy coursed through her with an unbearable
intensity.
She started to cry out. Troy stopped thrusting,
and held her for a moment, as she trembled on the
delirious brink of orgasm.
"No, no," she gasped, "no, no. Don't stop,"
"Shhh, easy, Cathy, easy." Troy's hands moved up
and down her back softly, calming her down. Cathy
realized that she was on the verge of screaming.
Against her tight pussy walls she felt Troy's cock
throbbing violently.
Troy started to move in her cunt again, and Cathy
felt her pussy juices flowing lavishly around his hard-
humping prick. The pleasure built again.
Cathy bit into the shoulder of his leather jacket,
as her orgasm built to an incredible pitch.
Troy's arms clutching Cathy's body tightly to his,
tightened more around her slender, trembling frame. He
started to hump up into her with more frenzy.
Then Cathy felt the first frothing hot spray of
his man juices spewing into her dripping cunt, adding
to the load of syrup which flowed unceasingly and in
amazing quantities from Cathy's overheated cunt.
Her cuntal muscles pulled frantically at his now
hard-driving dork, as he smashed his prick deeper and
deeper into her pussy.
His cock drove deeply into her fuck tunnel, each
thrust causing another wave of passionate pleasure to
wash over her.
The heady aroma of his aroused manhood reached her
nostrils, and it worked on her senses like an
aphrodisiac. Her head reeled with the strong sexual
stimuli which flooded her.
Her body became spastic. She clutched frantically
at Troy's powerful frame. Her hips rocked back and
forth with wanton, abandoned motions, around Troy's
spewing cock.
Troy grunted, the sound strangled as he tried to
muffle it, and then Cathy felt the last of his load
spewing into her still-quivering cunt.
Cathy became light-headed. She felt weak, as her
orgasm faded away slowly. She turned soft and felt as
if all her bones had melted, as she collapsed into
Troy's big arms.
She could feel his breath, warm on her neck. "Do
you believe in love at first sight?" she finally asked,
her voice breathy.
"No."
"Neither do I," Cathy sighed, savoring the hot
stuffed feeling of Troy's cock in her cunt.
She felt the rumbling of Troy's laugh in his
belly. His cock lurched lustfully in her cunt again.
Troy pulled Cathy off his cock.
"Ohh!" she protested.
He picked up her pants, and Cathy put them on with
trembling hands. She really felt fucked, as she had
never felt fucked in her life.
Troy pushed the glass of scotch across to her, and
Cathy took a sip, making a bad face. But the liquor
was bracing.
While they sat at the table, talking, the front
door opened, and Jimmy, starved from his fucking
session with Suzy, walked out to the kitchen.
His jaw dropped when he stood in the door, and saw
Cathy with Troy.
"What is he doing here?" he asked Cathy, pointing
to Troy.
"Why don't you ask me?"
Jimmy walked into the room, fists clenched,
slightly crouched. His eyes darted from Troy to Cathy,
and then back to Troy again.
"What are you doing in my house?"
"Your father invited me here," Troy said.
Jimmy strode over to Cathy, and pulled the glass
away from her hands. She had been sharing the liquor
with Troy. He sniffed it, and then slammed the glass
down on the table.
"You're drinking!" Jimmy barked at Cathy. He
turned, his face livid with rage, to Troy, and stood
over him.
"Get out of here."
"No."
"I said get out of here before I punch you out!"
"You'll have a hard time doing that, Jimmy."
"I don't want you with my sister!"
"You're better for her?"
Jimmy turned slightly pale and straightened up,
defensive.
"What do you mean by that?"
"I didn't get to her first, and I don't think
she's made it with any one in school. So it has to be
you."
Cathy gasped. She stared with alarm from Jimmy to
Troy. Jimmy looked at Cathy.
Cathy understood the look.
"I didn't tell him," she whispered, softly.
"You didn't have to tell me. Your brother did."
"I did not!" Jimmy bellowed.
"Shhh! Your mother and father are in bed," Troy
cautioned. He reached up, grabbed Jimmy by his shirt,
and sat him down hard in a chair.
"Let's lay our cards on the table, huh?" he said,
staring keenly at Jimmy. "You aren't the first guy
I've met who's made it with his own sister. So stop
making a federal case out of it. You won't be the
last, either!"
Cathy suddenly giggled.
Troy leaned on the table, and stared at Jimmy.
"It's all right, as far as I'm concerned. What isn't
all right is being possessive about it. You've been
with a woman tonight. I think you should allow your
sister the same right."
The End