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Chapter 1
Cathy Jones, walking home from school, felt a secret tingle in her
pussy.
She had done something at lunch time she shouldn’t have done, and now
she was busily trying to hide the knowledge of it from herself.
“Another day, another night of study,” she muttered to herself.
Lost in her thoughts, she wasn’t aware of the heads she turned.
She was only fourteen years old, but she was a traffic-stopper.
Her youthful hips swayed in a lilting rhythm from side to side, as she
walked. She was everything a man could dream of in the wettest of
dreams!
Her body was almost fully developed. Her legs were already well-formed
and shapely. Her blonde hair shone in the late afternoon sunlight like
molten gold. Her green eyes sparkled with the young enthusiasm and the
happiness of childhood, just merging into womanhood.
Her lips were beautifully heart-shaped, and full, sensual.
Her breasts were perfect mounds on a well-shaped chest, and the
swelling of her young bosom curved downward into a trim waist, and then
burgeoned out again into the delicate swell of her firm, well-rounded
hips.
She had thought she wasn’t interested in a man. She was too busy
studying, trying to get good marks, trying to get ahead. She wanted a
scholarship to college.
She tried very hard to think of the homework she had to do that night.
What kept coming to her mind was the boy who had seduced her in the
library during lunch hour.
She felt the juices gushing from her young honey pot, staining her
panties as she walked. Already, the inner flesh of her thighs was quite
dewy from the effluence of her pussy.
Cathy was still a virgin, but she had almost lost it.
She shivered as she remembered the boy’s hot hands, as they slipped
under her blouse, and cupped her bare breasts. Even as she thought of
it, Cathy’s nipples puckered.
And then he had put his hand up under her skirt, and snaked his eager
fingers into the elastic waistband of her panties. He had pried one of
his fingers between her plump white outer lips, dabbled in her pink wet
inner flesh.
Cathy trembled again. She felt uncomfortable.
She felt hot and cold at the same time. She also felt scared.
She shouldn’t have done it, but she did.
Not only had she let the boy touch her like that, she had let him put
her hand on his great, throbbing bulge. Her palm tingled still with the
heat she had felt.
On rather shaky knees, Cathy walked up the steps to her house, and let
herself in.
“Hello, Cathy,” her father said, as she walked into the house. He was
sitting in the living room, as usual, reading the evening newspaper.
“Hi, Daddy. I’m fine.”
Cathy went up to her father and kissed him hello.
“How was your day in school.”
Again Cathy felt that strange shiver course through her body. She had
to leave the room. She had to go up and finish what that boy had
started.
She shrugged her shoulders, and smiled at her father.
“Oh, Daddy, you know …”
“No, I don’t know,” her father said, grinning at her with an adult’s
amusement at the vagaries of a child. “Suppose you tell me.”
“Oh, Daddy, nothing!” Cathy gasped. She turned abruptly, leaving her
bemused father to wonder what adolescent upheaval had caused this
recent aberration.
She went to the kitchen, to greet her mother.
Her home life was excellent, and Cathy appreciated it. Her parents were
loving, caring people, and she had learned well the lessons that
familial love teaches.
“How was school, dear?” her mother said, accepting her daughter’s kiss.
“Oh, you know, Mom,” Cathy said. “Same old shit.”
“Cathy!” her mother exclaimed in mild rebuke, “your language, honey.”
“Sorry, Mom,” she responded.
Cathy hurriedly walked out of the kitchen, leaving her mother as
bemused as she had left her father.
She ascended the stairs to her room, walked in and closed the door.
Then she could let go. She felt the flush of passion rise on her fair
young cheek, felt her chest heaving with her labored breathing.
“Ohhh!” she moaned, bringing her hand down to cup her inflamed muff. A
gush of cream poured out of her tight little hole, and made her fingers
sticky. Her pants were a soggy mess, had been all day!
Cathy took her clothes off, her hands trembling with the incredible
passion which had possessed her. She stared in the mirror, at her
incredibly beautiful body.
She reached down with her hand, and covered her lightly-furred muff.
She jumped at the hot contact of her hand with her pussy meat.
Sitting down in front of the full-length mirror, Cathy stared at
herself frigging herself. She spread her legs wide, raising her knees
slightly.
She saw the pink inner flesh of her twat blossom outward. The tiny
little pin-prick of darkness, indicating her virginal tunnel oozed with
her creamy white juices.
Watching herself, enamored of herself, she rubbed her hand up and down,
covering her twitching pussy meat with her soft white palm. She felt
her clitoris jump under the soft pressure of her demanding hand.
“Ooooh!” she gasped, leaning back a little. Her hand was quickly
covered with the syrup which flowed lavishly from her cunt.
Her hand started to move up and down, faster and faster. Her breathing
got raspy and shallow as the lust built. Cathy thought that her insides
were going to melt in the fever of her passion.
She pried one finger into her dripping love hole, and felt her cuntal
muscles clutching at the pumping finger. She drove her finger in and
out of her twitching pussy faster and faster.
Her breasts swelled, as her whole body became bloated with her passion.
She saw the thin trickle of sweat, which flowed downward in the fleshy
valley between her gorgeous jugs.
She rubbed faster and faster. The pussy meat swelled more and more, and
it throbbed with a tom-tom rhythm which drove Cathy crazy.
Pretty soon, she watched her hips rippling as her muscles contracted
rhythmically with her growing excitement.
“Ohhh!” she moaned. Her body pitched forward slightly, and her hips
humped quickly up and down on the floor, as she braced herself by
pressing the soles of her feet into the carpet.
She was coming! She had needed this orgasm desperately all day. She had
needed it when she woke up. She needed it even more when that boy had
breathed on her face in passionate moist breaths, and stuck his fingers
into her aching twat.
“Eech!” she squealed, as the orgasm which had rumbled deep in her cunt
started to spread outward in hot waves, until her whole body was
convulsed with the delicious delirium. Cathy’s tightly closed eyes
revealed a wild fireworks display, as her orgasm peaked, and then
started to fade away.
She gasped, and her green eyes fluttered open. She saw the dark stain
on the carpet from her pussy cream, and grinned wryly at it.
Her whole body still tingled from the sweet orgasm which had flowed
through her. But it wasn’t enough.
More and more, Cathy knew it wasn’t enough. She was desperate to get
her cherry popped. She really wanted to feel a thick, big cock stuffing
that tiny little hole, giving her the same sensations as her little
finger, but even more intense.
She got up on rubbery legs, and put her clothes back on. She wiped up
the stain on the rug, and started to tackle her homework until supper.
That night, Cathy, lying on the bed studying math, came across a
puzzling problem that she couldn’t solve. She got out of bed, and
padded to the door, thinking her father could help her.
She went downstairs to the living room, thinking they might be watching
television or listening to music.
But they weren’t there.
Cathy was puzzled. It was still early, and her parents didn’t usually
go to bed early. She checked the kitchen, which was also empty, and
then went upstairs.
They must have gone to bed early, but if they did, Cathy was still
puzzled. They had left all the lights on.
She approached the door of her parents’ bedroom. And she heard voices.
She stopped. There was something different about their voices tonight.
Were they quarreling?
She crept closer to the door, intent on eavesdropping. If anything were
wrong, Cathy wanted to know about it.
She put her ear to the door and listened. And then she heard laughter.
“Ohhh, oh, no, you big brute. What on earth are you doing?”
Cathy’s frown deepened. It was her mother’s voice. It sounded
different, almost as if she were frightened of something, but still,
Cathy didn’t think she was scared.
“I’m going to fuck you until you come out of your ears!”
Cathy trembled and her pussy creamed wildly. Her father was fucking her
mother. Cathy had to watch. She had never seen anyone fucking, and she
needed to learn about it.
Her mother’s moan was low, guttural. Cathy slowly turned the knob of
the door, and opened it, peering in. The bed was against the wall, and
afforded Cathy a clear view of what was going on.
She gasped, and shivered. Her father was naked, and so was her mother.
Her mother had spread her legs. Cathy saw her pussy meat clearly. Her
mother had a ripe, beautiful figure. Cathy took after her.
The only difference was that her mother’s cunt was bigger, and it was
covered with a gleaming bush of thick, blonde hair.
Cathy’s eyes widened when she saw her father’s prick.
“Oh, no,” she whispered to herself, not even conscious that she was
articulating the words aloud, “it couldn’t be that big. That would kill
me!”
Shivering with a pleasurable fear, Cathy watched her father get on top
of her mother. His buttocks were very, very muscular, his long, lean
frame glistened with sweat.
She saw his balls dangling between his legs, as he placed his mammoth
prick against her mother’s glistening pink meat. Cathy thought she
would faint with the hot excitement that coursed through her young
body.
She saw his massive shaft start to disappear, as he plunged it into her
mother’s cunt.
“Oooh, unh! That feels so good,” her mother gasped. “Oh, Bob, put it
all the way in, ooh!”
The words her mother was crooning made Cathy’s ears sing with the blood
that rushed to her head. She had never known her mother could talk so
wildly.
Her father’s muscular buttocks started to rise in the air, and Cathy
saw his thick stick appear. Now it was glistening, coated with her
mother’s pussy syrup.
Cathy’s breath came in quick puffy gasps. Her hand reached down into
her pajama bottoms, and she began to rub her own pussy meat.
“Oh, Bob, it feels so fucking good. Oh, faster, Bob, faster. Oh, Bob, I
want to come.”
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.
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.
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Chapter 2
Cathy had a very difficult day at school the next day. Ordinarily a
very good student, she couldn’t concentrate on anything.
Furthermore, with all the spying on her mother’s and father’s fucking
and sucking, with all the masturbating she had done herself, she hadn’t
done any homework at all.
For Cathy, that was unusual, and since it was spring, her teachers
tended to be a little bit indulgent.
But Cathy had a lot of work to make up when she got home from school
that day. She was determined to do it all, and she went right to her
room, turned on her radio to a mellow station, and dug right in.
The French and the English lessons were easy. But she started to have
problems with the algebra after the third problem. She got part of it
done, and then got stuck.
Jimmy would be the answer. He always came to her with the English and
the French, and she always went to him with the algebra, and the
geometry. She walked down the hall to his room.
She raised her arm to knock, but noticed that the door was partially
open; she peered through the crack in the door.
What she saw really turned her on, really delighted her and made her
pussy cream. Her brother was lying on his bed.
His pants and underpants were lying in a heap on the floor. His huge
prick was standing straight up from his belly, and he was gripping it
with his fist.
Jimmy’s dick was as large as his father’s. Cathy felt her pussy
creaming as she watched it. She licked her lips, wishing that she could
have his big dick stuffing her cunt.
He was muttering as his big, athlete’s hand pumped on the cock. He
started to pull harder on the shaft. He kept pulling on it, until his
hips started to move up and down. His breathing became rather short and
staccato-like. Judging from his breathing, Cathy assumed that he was on
the verge of coming.
“Ohhh, I’m coming! Ohh, that’s it, Suzy, pull on it harder!”
Cathy gasped. Suzy Wood was the twin sister of Stephanie, Cathy’s best
friend. Cathy knew that Jimmy dated Suzy a lot and Cathy had heard that
Suzy put out for a lot of boys.
Jimmy was on the verge of coming. He dug his heels deep into the
mattress, and spread his legs even further. Cathy was wet already, but
the sight of her brother getting so frantic, caused Cathy’s blood to
boil in her veins.
She lifted her skirt, and she slid two of her fingers down into her
swollen, hot and throbbing pussy meat. She started to masturbate
wildly. And while she was frigging herself, watching her brother
masturbate, she wished that her brother’s nice big peter were stuck in
her hot little, untouched hole.
Cathy felt the need to suck on it, to play with it, to feel what it was
like.
Jimmy’s face became anguished as his climax approached.
“It’s coming. Ohhh, yes, Suzy. Keep pumping that thing!”
All of a sudden, a huge spray of white scum started to shoot out of the
head of his prick and made an arc in the air, landing on his bare, flat
belly.
By this time, Cathy was beside herself. She couldn’t take it any more.
Her knees started to weaken and she collapsed on the floor, still
fingering herself.
Her legs were wide open. Her buttocks muscles rippled as she felt her
own orgasm ripple through her. She started to shake, and she came,
right there on the hall floor in front of Jimmy’s room, the algebra
book forgotten on the floor beside her.
Oodles of her juice flowed from her cunt. She felt it trickling down
her ass crack, staining her panties thoroughly.
She took several deep breaths, to recuperate from the violence of her
orgasm, and then she picked herself up off the floor, adjusted her
clothes, and went back to her room.
She wanted to give Jimmy time to recover from his orgasm, and to get
dressed. Frigging herself was no longer enough. Cathy figured that
Jimmy would need about ten or fifteen minutes.
In her aroused state, that was enough time to frig herself again.
“Damn!” she muttered to herself.
She had been determined to finish all her homework, and here she was
masturbating again, so horny that she couldn’t even concentrate.
She had never seen a cock shoot scum before, although she knew
instantly what it was. It looked so delicious that she felt terribly
hungry to taste it. Her affection and desire for her brother grew.
His cock had been every bit as big as her father’s, and Jimmy was a
very popular boy in school.
So his cock couldn’t be too big for the girls, because if it were, they
wouldn’t go out with him a second time.
Cathy lay down on the bed, after removing her panty hose, and her
soaking wet panties. She brought the panties to her nose to sniff them.
She liked the smell of her juices. It turned her on even more than
usual.
She wanted something stuffed up her cunt desperately, and then she
gasped. She did have something she could stick up her overheated twat!
There were candles in the holder on her bureau. They were nice and
thick and white.
She was a little scared about using them, but her desperately horny
state made it imperative that she use something.
She went over to the bureau and extracted the candle from its holder,
and brought it back to bed with her.
She spread her long, slender thighs wide apart, and pressed the end of
the candlestick against her dripping twat. She was a little cautious.
She didn’t know if she wanted to break her hymen or not, so her
thrusting was shallow.
She started to masturbate with the candle. It got soaked with her
juices. She slowly started to draw it in and out of her raw cunt,
trying to imitate her father’s thrusting motions, to see what it felt
like.
She had never felt such pressure in her life. Having the candlestick up
her twat was better than her fingers!
She started to moan and whisper to herself.
“Oh, Jimmy, what a nice big peter you’ve got. Come on, stick it into my
cunt. Come on, please? Oh, please, please, Jimmy. I need it so bad. Oh,
yes, that’s nice. That feels good, that feels very good.”
Cathy started to lick her lips as her mouth went dry with her growing
passion. She began to thrust her hips upward, driving the candle in a
little further.
“Ohh, yes, lover. Faster, faster, keep it up. Oh, ahhhh! I love it!”
Cathy moved the candle faster and faster, trying to imagine that it was
Jimmy’s prick.
As her passion grew she thrust it in until the end of the candle came
in contact with her hymen. She pulled the candle out somewhat, as she
felt a slight sting. She was afraid the candle would hurt her.
Better have a peter push through that barrier between her and her
sexuality. She kept pumping in shallow strokes, feeling the candle
becoming coated fabulously with her slimy slick syrup. She rubbed her
clit with her other hand, and felt more pleasure rising in her. She
started to feel her orgasm rippling deep in her cunt. Her juices flowed
more freely.
She started to tingle from the top of her head to the toes of her
curled feet. She started to feel herself coming.
“Oh, please, please! Make me come with your peter. Jimmy, please, oh, I
love it! Please put it all the way in and shoot your juice into me.
Make me come. Let me have it, please!”
She rubbed her clit harder and harder, until she felt the orgasm
convulsing her body.
“Ohh, I’m coming, ohhh, that’s good! Oh, Jimmy!” she gasped, as her
orgasm washed over her violently.
She felt her sex sweat pouring off her body as her orgasm peaked. Her
body arched up off the bed, taut with the pleasurable convulsions which
ripped through her.
Then her body collapsed suddenly, and she lay still, her lovely chest
heaving with her labored breath.
Cathy felt that she had to do something, and do it fast. She thought
seriously of going into her brother’s room and begging him to fuck her.
But she knew he would get angry, and she didn’t want to make him angry,
in case she needed a favor from him.
She sighed, and got up. She still had the algebra to do. Reluctantly,
she put her panties back on, and her panty hose, and went to her
brother’s room, knocking on the door.
“Yeah!”