Chapter 2

Cathy had a very difficult day at school the next day. Ordinarily a very good student, she couldn't concentrate on anything.

Furthermore, with all the spying on her mother's and father's fucking and sucking, with all the masturbating she had done herself, she hadn't done any homework at all.

For Cathy, that was unusual, and since it was spring, her teachers tended to be a little bit indulgent.

But Cathy had a lot of work to make up when she got home from school that day. She was determined to do it all, and she went right to her room, turned on her radio to a mellow station, and dug right in.

The French and the English lessons were easy. But she started to have problems with the algebra after the third problem. She got part of it done, and then got stuck.

Jimmy would be the answer. He always came to her with the English and the French, and she always went to him with the algebra, and the geometry. She walked down the hall to his room.

She raised her arm to knock, but noticed that the door was partially open; she peered through the crack in the door.

What she saw really turned her on, really delighted her and made her pussy cream. Her brother was lying on his bed.

His pants and underpants were lying in a heap on the floor. His huge prick was standing straight up from his belly, and he was gripping it with his fist.

Jimmy's dick was as large as his father's. Cathy felt her pussy creaming as she watched it. She licked her lips, wishing that she could have his big dick stuffing her cunt.

He was muttering as his big, athlete's hand pumped on the cock. He started to pull harder on the shaft. He kept pulling on it, until his hips started to move up and down. His breathing became rather short and staccato-like. Judging from his breathing, Cathy assumed that he was on the verge of coming.

"Ohhh, I'm coming! Ohh, that's it, Suzy, pull on it harder!"

Cathy gasped. Suzy Wood was the twin sister of Stephanie, Cathy's best friend. Cathy knew that Jimmy dated Suzy a lot and Cathy had heard that Suzy put out for a lot of boys.

Jimmy was on the verge of coming. He dug his heels deep into the mattress, and spread his legs even further. Cathy was wet already, but the sight of her brother getting so frantic, caused Cathy's blood to boil in her veins.

She lifted her skirt, and she slid two of her fingers down into her swollen, hot and throbbing pussy meat. She started to masturbate wildly. And while she was frigging herself, watching her brother masturbate, she wished that her brother's nice big peter were stuck in her hot little, untouched hole.

Cathy felt the need to suck on it, to play with it, to feel what it was like.

Jimmy's face became anguished as his climax approached.

"It's coming. Ohhh, yes, Suzy. Keep pumping that thing!"

All of a sudden, a huge spray of white scum started to shoot out of the head of his prick and made an arc in the air, landing on his bare, flat belly.

By this time, Cathy was beside herself. She couldn't take it any more. Her knees started to weaken and she collapsed on the floor, still fingering herself.

Her legs were wide open. Her buttocks muscles rippled as she felt her own orgasm ripple through her. She started to shake, and she came, right there on the hall floor in front of Jimmy's room, the algebra book forgotten on the floor beside her.

Oodles of her juice flowed from her cunt. She felt it trickling down her ass crack, staining her panties thoroughly.

She took several deep breaths, to recuperate from the violence of her orgasm, and then she picked herself up off the floor, adjusted her clothes, and went back to her room.

She wanted to give Jimmy time to recover from his orgasm, and to get dressed. Frigging herself was no longer enough. Cathy figured that Jimmy would need about ten or fifteen minutes.

In her aroused state, that was enough time to frig herself again.

"Damn!" she muttered to herself.

She had been determined to finish all her homework, and here she was masturbating again, so horny that she couldn't even concentrate.

She had never seen a cock shoot scum before, although she knew instantly what it was. It looked so delicious that she felt terribly hungry to taste it. Her affection and desire for her brother grew.

His cock had been every bit as big as her father's, and Jimmy was a very popular boy in school.

So his cock couldn't be too big for the girls, because if it were, they wouldn't go out with him a second time.

Cathy lay down on the bed, after removing her panty hose, and her soaking wet panties. She brought the panties to her nose to sniff them.

She liked the smell of her juices. It turned her on even more than usual.

She wanted something stuffed up her cunt desperately, and then she gasped. She did have something she could stick up her overheated twat!

There were candles in the holder on her bureau. They were nice and thick and white.

She was a little scared about using them, but her desperately horny state made it imperative that she use something.

She went over to the bureau and extracted the candle from its holder, and brought it back to bed with her.

She spread her long, slender thighs wide apart, and pressed the end of the candlestick against her dripping twat. She was a little cautious. She didn't know if she wanted to break her hymen or not, so her thrusting was shallow.

She started to masturbate with the candle. It got soaked with her juices. She slowly started to draw it in and out of her raw cunt, trying to imitate her father's thrusting motions, to see what it felt like.

She had never felt such pressure in her life. Having the candlestick up her twat was better than her fingers!

She started to moan and whisper to herself.

"Oh, Jimmy, what a nice big peter you've got. Come on, stick it into my cunt. Come on, please? Oh, please, please, Jimmy. I need it so bad. Oh, yes, that's nice. That feels good, that feels very good."

Cathy started to lick her lips as her mouth went dry with her growing passion. She began to thrust her hips upward, driving the candle in a little further.

"Ohh, yes, lover. Faster, faster, keep it up. Oh, ahhhh! I love it!"

Cathy moved the candle faster and faster, trying to imagine that it was Jimmy's prick.

As her passion grew she thrust it in until the end of the candle came in contact with her hymen. She pulled the candle out somewhat, as she felt a slight sting. She was afraid the candle would hurt her.

Better have a peter push through that barrier between her and her sexuality. She kept pumping in shallow strokes, feeling the candle becoming coated fabulously with her slimy slick syrup. She rubbed her clit with her other hand, and felt more pleasure rising in her. She started to feel her orgasm rippling deep in her cunt. Her juices flowed more freely.

She started to tingle from the top of her head to the toes of her curled feet. She started to feel herself coming.

"Oh, please, please! Make me come with your peter. Jimmy, please, oh, I love it! Please put it all the way in and shoot your juice into me. Make me come. Let me have it, please!"

She rubbed her clit harder and harder, until she felt the orgasm convulsing her body.

"Ohh, I'm coming, ohhh, that's good! Oh, Jimmy!" she gasped, as her orgasm washed over her violently.

She felt her sex sweat pouring off her body as her orgasm peaked. Her body arched up off the bed, taut with the pleasurable convulsions which ripped through her.

Then her body collapsed suddenly, and she lay still, her lovely chest heaving with her labored breath.

Cathy felt that she had to do something, and do it fast. She thought seriously of going into her brother's room and begging him to fuck her. But she knew he would get angry, and she didn't want to make him angry, in case she needed a favor from him.

She sighed, and got up. She still had the algebra to do. Reluctantly, she put her panties back on, and her panty hose, and went to her brother's room, knocking on the door.

"Yeah!"

"Jimmy, it's Cathy. I need some help."

Boy did she need help, she thought. She needed to have her cherry busted in the worst, possible way.

"O.K.," Jimmy said, and Cathy pushed the door open. Jimmy was at his desk, studying. Cathy felt her cunt creaming as she walked into the room. She remembered what her brother's cock had looked like when he had been masturbating. That would have been enough, but she had seen it shoot, and the thought of all that creamy jizz, which could have been pouring into her cunt, instead of being wasted on his strong manly belly, drove her crazy!

Jimmy helped her with her algebra. It was a difficult chore, because Cathy was so very horny that her mind kept wandering away.

"Come on, Sis!" Jimmy exclaimed with irritation. "You're smarter than that. What's the matter?"

"Oh, nothing.

"You have a problem?"

Cathy sighed. What could she say? She'd only have another argument with Jimmy, and right now he was being very patient and nice to her. Jimmy was always nice to her except when he was being bossy.

Somehow or other, she managed to get her homework all done, including her history, and the history teacher had given the class an exceptionally long assignment that day.

Then she went to bed. She frigged herself to sleep until well after her parents had gone to bed.

She even got up and went to her parents' bedroom, hoping to see them fucking again, but their door was closed, and when Cathy pressed her ear against it, she couldn't hear anything.

She had probably waited too long.

The next day in school, Cathy really tried to fight the problem of her growing sexual frustration. She paid as much attention as she could in the classes, and raised her hand a lot, just to let the teachers know that she was with it.

Tonight was going to be a fun night, she thought. Her parents were going to a dinner dance, and Jimmy and Cathy would be alone in the house. They usually made some junk food, or ordered in pizza. Their parents were nuts about balanced meals and the two young people seldom got to taste the real garbage food that lots of teenagers liked.

Jimmy came to her table at noon time.

"Do you mind staying in the house alone for a couple of hours?" he asked.

"Of course not, silly!" Cathy said.

"Well, I just wanted to know. I have basketball practice tonight. But I'll be home about eight-thirty. Is that OK with you?"

"Sure, Jimmy. I'll make supper for both of us."

Jimmy looked at her grinning.

"Why don't we order in pizza?"

"We had pizza the last time Mom and Dad were out."

"Well, what do you want?"

"How about Chinese food?"

"Nah! I had Chinese food with the guys night before last."

Cathy sighed. Sometimes Jimmy was more exasperating than other times.

"How about if I make supper for us?"

Jimmy frowned. "I don't know about that. What do you want to make."

"Steak and home fries, and a salad?"

"That would be O.K. if you don't wreck everything."

"Of course I won't!"

"O.K.! O.K.! That sounds fine. Then we'll have steak and home fries. Put lots of onions in the home fries, huh?"

"Yeah," Cathy said.

The biggest troublemaker, and the hottest stud in Cathy's class watched the two young people talking.

Wayne had had a hard-on for Cathy all year. She had really grown up over the summer, and seemed to develop more and more all through the school year. She was a knock-out, the best-looking girl in class.

But she sure as shit wasn't an easy lay.

He was sitting at a table in the cafeteria with Ron and Whitey.

Wayne turned to his two friends.

"I'm gonna get into Cathy's pussy if it's the last thing I do," he said.

"You sure about that?" Whitey asked.

"Yeah, why?" Wayne asked.

"Don't you know about her brother?"

"What about him?"

"If Jimmy Jones ever catches you with his sister, or finds out that you got to her, he'll mop up the floor with you."

"Bullshit!" Wayne retorted to Whitey.

"Whitey's right," Ron said, interfering. "If I were you, I'd chicken out."

"What in hell for? He can't do anything to me."

"Bullshit!" Ron retorted. "He's the best wrestler and weight-lifter in the whole school, and that includes the senior varsity guys," Ron said.

"We'll see about that," Wayne said.

Cathy was dreaming on her way home from school. She wanted to get fucked so bad, she was seriously thinking of seducing her brother that very night. Her parents wouldn't be home until after eleven o'clock.

Cathy almost cursed her brother out for going to basketball practice. That took a lot of time away from her, time she would need to effect her plan.

Walking a good ten feet behind her, unnoticed by the day-dreaming luscious little nymphet was Wayne.

Wayne was the kind of guy who was always in trouble, and the brother of a girl he had the hots for was not about to stop him in his full pursuit of her cunt. He liked the idea of the risk he was taking.

His prick was throbbing with his lust. It was so big and heavy that it almost burst through his pants.

They were nearing Cathy's house. He had to get her, he said to himself. He had to have her!

His steps quickened as Cathy approached the gate leading to her house. Cathy noticed the footsteps behind her, finally, as Wayne approached.

As she came abreast of her house, she turned slightly, to see who was trying to catch up with her.

Her breath choked in her throat. It was Wayne, the baddest, sexiest stud in her class. He seemed to be approaching her, and Cathy couldn't understand it. Wayne had never seemed to know that she existed.

But he knew she existed know. Cathy sighted up and down the street, and right now, she and he were the only persons on the quiet tree-lined avenue. She decided to play it to the hilt.

Since her brother was a long shot, she might as well play Wayne to the hilt. She needed to get her pussy stuffed, and she knew that Wayne had a reputation for not taking no for an answer.

The very idea of it sent lustful shivers of anticipatory pleasure coursing through her body.

"C-C-Cathy!" Wayne hollered, as he ran toward her.

"Why, Wayne Johnson! What a pleasant surprise!" Cathy drawled, trying to make her voice as sexy as possible.

Wayne came abreast of her, and stood in front of her panting.

"How are you?" she asked, batting her eyelashes.

"I-I'm fine. How are you?"

"I'm very well, thank you. What brings you here?"

Wayne blushed. He wasn't quite sure how to go about it, he knew a lot of easy lays, and all he did was ask. But he didn't want to appear too crude to Cathy. For all he knew, she was a virgin, and the wrong move, or too aggressive a move would turn her off.

"I, well, I'm having trouble with my biology. I was wondering if you had an hour or so to help me out."

Cathy's pussy creamed, and her knees turned to jelly.

"Why, of course, Wayne," she said.

She opened the gate, and walked toward the porch, Wayne following her. Cathy made a point of swiveling her hips in the sexiest way she knew how.

When the two of them were in the house, Cathy ushered Wayne into the living room.

"Would you like to have a drink with me?" she asked, mimicking her mother, who was an extremely gracious hostess.

"Well, I have to be home soon, but I guess it's all right. Is anybody else in?"

"No," Cathy smiled. "My parents went out to a dinner dance, and Jimmy won't be home until late--very late! He has basketball practice."

Cathy wanted it made very clear that Wayne had a clear field, for whatever purpose he had in mind, and Cathy didn't care what his purpose was, as long as it was sexual!

"What do you want to drink?" Cathy asked, leaning against the door of the living room, which led to the dining room, and through the dining room to the kitchen. She leaned in profile, arching her body forward so that Wayne could get a good look at her breasts, and her long, willowy body. Her intention was to inflame him, and she did!

"Unh, Coke?"

"Sure, Wayne," Cathy cooed. She walked out to the kitchen, and poured two Cokes, and came back.

Wayne was sitting on the couch. Cathy sat beside him, very, very close to him. She hiked her skirt up slightly, just enough to reveal about half her thigh.

Her eyes veered in the direction of Wayne's crotch, and she saw something that pleased her enormously!

Wayne's cock was very, very hard. It bulged against the fabric of his jeans. Cathy had the urge to reach over and cover the glorious mound of man meat with her soft palm.

She could hear Wayne breathing heavily.

"Cathy, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure," Cathy said, hearing her voice squeak because her throat was so dry. She took a sip of the coke.

"Can I--well, we haven't really got to know each other. What I mean to say is... well," Wayne said, his throat sounding as if it were equally dry, "can I... ?"

"Can you what, Wayne?"

Cathy's brother had insisted to her that men were turned off by aggressive women. She wanted to kiss Wayne in the worst way! He was so tall and handsome and good-looking.

He would do just as well as her brother, although Cathy wasn't sure she wanted to give up the idea of doing it with her brother.

Right now, her body was squirming on the couch. She felt the heat from Wayne's body, and his breath was puffing hotly on her face, which only turned her on more.

She bit her tongue, waiting for him to ask her to fuck him. She was sure that's what he would do.

"Well, I want to thank you for the Coke!" Wayne said, picking it up off the coffee table, and drinking it with thirsty gulps that Cathy could hear.

Again, the sound turned her on, just like the heat from his body, the bulge in his pants, and the sound of his breathing turned her on.

Cathy felt as if she were on fire. She wanted Wayne in the worst possible way. She wanted Wayne so bad that her cunt ached.

As a matter of fact, Cathy's cunt ached so badly, that she would have taken anyone at that moment who had a cock which could pop her cherry!

"Oh, come off it, Wayne!" she exclaimed, getting irritated as her nerves screamed for release from the tension which had built in her young ardent body. Her pussy was creaming so badly, that her panties were soaked clear through. The sticky fluid was coating the inner flesh of her trembling thighs. She spread them slightly, trying to cool off her cunt a little. She didn't want to turn Wayne off.

"What do you mean?" Wayne asked, getting a little edgy himself.

"That's not a question," she said. She turned to him and gave him her brightest smile, and sipped her Coke again, running her tongue sexily over the rim of the glass.

"The Coke's good, huh?" she said.

"Yeah," Wayne said. "Best Coke I ever had."

"Thank you," Cathy said, squirming again.

Now her clitoris was jangling with some very hot emotions. Cathy was afraid she would come before Wayne got around to popping the question--and her cherry shortly thereafter.

Wayne was getting embarrassed by his hard-on. Cathy noticed that he winced when he crossed his leg, trying to hide it.

"Oh, excuse me. I--I wanted to know if I could kiss you."

Cathy feigned surprise, even though it was killing her, and looked at him with her jaw slack.

"Oh!" Wayne exclaimed, seeing the look of astonishment. "I only meant... only if you wanted to kiss me."

"Why do you want to kiss me, Wayne?"

"Because you're so pretty," Wayne said, his voice getting guttural. "I've been looking at you all year. You're really... well... !"

Cathy saw his Adam's apple move as he gulped again with nervousness.

With enormous calculation Cathy put her hand on Wayne's knee.

"Well," she said, looking down, fluttering her eye lashes, and trying to act demure. "Well, if you want to!"

"Oh, I do!" Wayne said. His hand came out timidly and touched Cathy's dimpled knee. Cathy almost jumped when she felt Wayne's hand on her knee. She wanted to throw herself on him.

But she held back, remembering what her brother said.

Wayne kept his hand on her knee for what seemed to Cathy like hours. She wanted him to reach out and kiss her, but Wayne seemed far from ready to kiss her.

He sure acted shy for someone who was known as the class stud!

Maybe he just acted that way with strange girls. Maybe, Cathy thought, she should take the ball in her own hands, and call the shots.

She looked up at him, and slowly leaned forward. She aimed for his mouth, and then decided that maybe that wouldn't be the right thing to do--too brazen!

She kissed him slightly to the left of the corner of his mouth, softly. The very touch of her lips on his inflamed her further.

Wayne's mouth moved closer to Cathy's, until his lips were about half covering hers. Cathy liked the kiss, but that wasn't all that she wanted.

She felt Wayne's hand begin to slip up from her knee, and caress her thigh. She decided to follow suit.

She brought her hand up softly, until it was within inches of his burgeoning cock. She could almost feel the heat of it, as she raised her hand as close to his meat as she dared without actually touching it.

"Oh, Cathy..." Wayne moaned, his voice trembling with passion.

"What?" Cathy asked, wanting him to get the messing around over with! She had to have his cock.

"Can I... ?"

"Can you what?"

"Can I touch you?"

"Oh, yes, Wayne, honey, touch me!" Cathy breathed.

Very slowly, with maddening lack of haste, Wayne's hand moved up over Cathy's thigh until she felt his hand cupping her muff. His touch was so light that she could barely feel his hand, but the warmth from his palm was devastating.

"Oh, Wayne," she said, encouraging him, "that feels so good!"

"Oh, yes, Cathy," Wayne responded. She felt his finger starting to rub up and down over the soggy mess of her panties.

He looked at her, his eyes lust-bright.

"You--you... !" He gulped again.

"What, Wayne?" Cathy asked, her voice acquiring an edge of annoyance in it.

"You can touch me if you want."

She then felt his cock through his pants. It was big and hot and she felt it throbbing. She couldn't stand it one more minute. She didn't care what kind of a hussy he thought she was.

She had to touch his prick.

She pulled his zipper down. Then she reached in, and fumbled around.

Wayne gasped, and his hand tightened as it pressed against her muff. She felt his fingers prying into her waist band. Then she felt the erotic pleasure of his fingers against her bare wet pussy.