L. K. Madding

Cherry busting brother

CHAPTER ONE

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 TWO

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 O.K. 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 THREE

"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 FOUR

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 FIVE

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 SIX

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 Rivergate 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 SEVEN

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 EIGHT

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' 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."

Content

L. K. Madding
Cherry busting brother

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT