Troy gasped, when he realized that the gorgeous little blonde nymphet had captured all of his cock.
He started to hump upward into her mouth, feeling her teeth scrape gently along his raging shaft.
He moaned as he fucked her sweet little mouth, feeling the fires in his loins raging out of control.
"Ahh!" he gasped again. His hands reached down, and he placed them on the thick, blonde silky hair of the young girl, whose head was bobbing up and down on his shaft.
Cathy was even more excited than usual. Troy's cock was enormous. Her pussy ached to be stuffed with it, but she had promised her mother. She didn't care what they said about Troy, now.
She would take her chances. Right now, she enjoyed the sensation of his musky man meat plunging in and out of her throat. She felt her mouth fill with saliva, felt his cock stretching her throat walls. He was thrusting into her gently, careful not to gag her.
Cathy appreciated the kindness. Wayne hadn't shown such gentleness when he was trying to fuck her.
She reached under his cock, and started to knead his balls. Every time she pulled off his cock, sucking on it until she had only his cock head captured in her vacuuming mouth, she would take a deep breath and then plunge downward again.
Her lovely face became flushed with her exertions and her excitement.
She squeezed Troy's balls together, and felt his ass cheeks quivering.
He had a very long, muscular body, which excited Cathy. She loved the way he looked, loved his cock. It was so huge.
She kept wetting his cock with her spit. Some of her saliva dribbled out of her over-stuffed mouth and moistened the thick pubic hairs on Troy's groin.
Cathy kept sucking and swallowing furiously. Pretty soon, the urge to gag had left her, and she was filled with pleasurable feelings as Troy's massive cock lurched in her sweet oral cavity.
She felt his cock lurch wildly in her mouth. It seemed to swell to a larger size. Jimmy's cock did that just before he was ready to shoot.
She heard Troy moaning.
On the floor, Stephanie was screaming and Gerald was grunting rhythmically like a rutting pig. The sounds, mixed with the taste of Troy's cock, made Cathy moan even louder than Troy. The vibrations shot through Troy's cock, and traveled up his spine. He broke out into a copious sweat. His hips slammed with almost brutal force into Cathy's mouth. Cathy didn't care. She loved it when her brother came, and she loved the way Troy was coming.
She felt the first hot flush of his gism pouring down her throat. She gulped furiously, trying to swallow all of it. She felt it pouring in hot slimy streams down her throat, which was beginning to ache from all the stretching and the swallowing she had done. It soothed her sore throat, and made her feel even more horny.
She gulped and gulped on his clock, sucking the gism out of his teeming balls, enjoying the feeling of his hairy groin as it streamed into her mouth.
He shot the last of his wad into her and Cathy teased his cock a little more, running her tongue around and around his shaft.
Then Troy pulled her mouth off his super-sensitized cock.
He gasped, his body trembling. He pulled Cathy up into his arms and hugged her. Then he reached down and kissed her mouth.
Cathy thought she was going to melt in his kiss. His lips were so warm, and his tongue so sexy as it snaked into her mouth. It turned Cathy on with even wilder feelings when she realized that he must be tasting his own come on her mouth.
"Where in hell did you learn to suck cock?"
Cathy blushed and grinned. She wasn't going to tell!
"I liked it. When you said no one ever took all of your cock in, I decided I was going to!"
Troy whistled.
He reached down, and pulled up her skirt, his hands snaking into the elastic waistband of her panties.
Cathy stiffened, and pressed her hands against his chest, afraid that he was going to fuck her. His cock was still semi-erect, and it looked as if it were going to get harder.
"I'm not going to fuck you!" he said by way of gentle rebuke. "I'll respect your promise to your mother. I'm just going to return the favor. May I?"
"Yech!" Cathy heard from the floor. Gerald and Stephanie, their limbs still entwined, were watching the couple on the couch.
"I can't stand the idea that you're going to eat out her pussy!"
Stephanie said.
"Oh, why don't you shut your mouth?" Gerald said. "You could learn to eat my cock."
"No, thank you!" Stephanie said, prim-mouthed. "Besides, I've heard that it's fattening, and I'm not going to lose my figure!" Stephanie was caressing her breasts, and cupping them, making them stand up more on her chest.
She spread her legs so that her swollen recently-fucked pussy meat was fully exposed to Cathy's and Troy's view.
"Don't you want to bury your cock in a little of this?" Stephanie purred.
"Thanks!" Troy smiled. "I have something else I want to do."
Troy pulled down Cathy's panties, and pushed her skirt up over her waist. His big hands fondled her belly. He started to lick her flat abdomen, digging his tongue deeply into her belly button.
"Oooh!" Cathy squealed, arching her hips up, as she felt Troy's tongue moving down closer and closer to her creaming cunt.
He captured some of her maidenhair with his teeth and pulled gently.
"Ouch!" Cathy squealed, liking it even with the slight sting, which seemed to add a new dimension to her carnal pleasure.
She felt Troy's skilled tongue move lightly over her cunt crack, lightly tickling her pink inner meat which was pouting out from between her plump white outer meat.
"Ohhh!" Cathy gasped. Troy was better with his mouth than Jimmy was!
His tongue moved tenderly over her swollen sex flesh, until Cathy was writhing wildly, humping her muff up into his mouth.
Then his tongue pried in between her white outer lips, and he began to lave her inner pink meat, his tongue moving around and around on the lovely little folds of passion meat.
Cathy moaned when she felt his tongue pry into her drooling fuck hole.
He sucked up all her juices, and then ran his tongue back up over her pussy meat, until he had made contact with her clitoris.
He started to move his tongue in a lazy circular motion around and around on her clitoris, until the excited, inflamed little love button popped out of its fleshy sheath and twitched and jerked under Troy's sensual tongue.
Troy opened his mouth wide, and captured all of Cathy's little cunt. He started to suck on her pussy meat.
Cathy moaned, feeling the swear pouring from her body, as her heat rose to a feverish pitch. She humped her hips against his mouth, grinding her muff heavily around and around, as Troy's tongue went wild on her flower-like folds of pink meat.
She felt her pussy juices flowing freely. Troy sucked them all up, his mouth making wet, sucking noises as he teased her to a wilder sexual pitch than Cathy had ever experienced in all of her precocious sexual life.
She closed her eyes and surrendered to the hot teasing of Troy's mouth.
She felt lost and wanton, as she abandoned herself to the delirious pleasure which coursed through her.
She felt Troy's hands moving up and down on her clothed body. Then she felt his big hands on her tits. His hands were so gentle that she just barely perceived them at first, until he started to knead them gently.
Cathy thought she was going to explode into a million pieces.
Troy's tongue continued to mark a wet path up and down her cunt meat.
He pried into her quivering hole, and Cathy felt her cuntal muscles close in around his tongue.
Troy grunted, and moved his tongue upward, until it made hot, wet contact with her love button again. He teased it mercilessly, and Cathy felt the first spasms of a powerful orgasm ripple through her.
She screamed and her hips bulked furiously against Troy's mouth.
He increased the pressure of his tongue against her twat, rubbing up and down, teasing her clitoris, thrusting his tongue into her tiny twat, until Cathy's orgasm started to peak.
Then Troy did something that Jimmy had never done. He bit gently on her clitoris. Cathy writhed like a wild woman, and her peaking orgasm shot even higher. For a moment, Cathy was afraid she was going to faint.
She felt the blood rush to her head, felt it boiling in her veins. Her ears rang with the throbbing of her blood against her ear drums.
Her whole body arched up off the couch. She became taut, her muscles trembling wildly with the delirious ecstasy of her orgasm.
Then she started to come down, her convulsing body flopping wildly as Troy caressed her pussy with his mouth, and held her body under some kind of control with his big, strong hands.
"Oh!" she gasped, as her body finally collapsed. The flush had left her face. She was white, and her breathing was labored.
"Wow! I never did that!" she heard Stephanie say.
"See, I told you. Sixty-nine ain't bad!" Gerald retorted.
"Weeelll…!" Stephanie drawled, as Cathy's eyes fluttered open, and she stared at Troy, "I'll think about it."
"Thinking ain't doing!" Gerald retorted. Cathy felt so warm and wonderful, she didn't want to move. She just kept staring at Troy, until his hands gripped her shoulders and brought her to a sitting position again.
She leaned against his big muscular chest, as she tried to normalize her breathing, tried to get back her equilibrium. She still felt dizzy.
"Was that all right?" Troy asked, smiling down at her.
Cathy nodded, still breathless. Troy held her tightly, and Cathy was grateful for his strong arm. She was still rippling with the pleasurable spasms which coursed through her.
She actually had the sensation that she was going to float away.
"I'm hungry," Stephanie said, getting up and padding naked toward the kitchen. "Does anyone want anything to eat."
Cathy nodded again, still speechless with the powerful orgasm which she had just experienced.
Troy laughed, and tilted her chin up to look at her.
"Do you think you'll survive?"
Cathy shrugged her shoulders. She wasn't sure. She knew she would live.
She had to experience something like that again. It was better than anything she had ever known!
Stephanie came back from the Kitchen, with huge Dagwood sandwiches.
Everyone pounced on them, except Cathy, who still experienced little mini-orgasms, as her mind concentrated on the intense pleasure she had just received.
She clung to Troy for dear life.
"Boy, what a baby!" Gerald shouted, as he dug into a sandwich. Gerald was beginning to get on Cathy's nerves.
"Well, Cathy Jones, you can't say I didn't do my best for you,"
Stephanie said.
As far as Cathy was concerned, whether or not she went to the prom, Stephanie had done more than her share! Cathy had the feeling that she was falling in love with Troy.
He may have been a big bad boy, one that mothers warned their girls away from, but he hadn't forced himself on her. He had a gorgeous cock, and he had sucked her off as she had never been sucked off!
Cathy decided that she really liked him.
"You don't have to take me to the prom," she said. "It would probably give you a bad reputation anyway, to be seen with a little kid like me."
"I like little kids," Troy said, smiling.
He pushed a piece of his sandwich against Cathy's mouth. She opened up, and let Troy feed her.
"Wait till the guys in school hear this!" Gerald snorted. "A crummy little virgin who can suck cock like gangbusters!" He started to laugh.
What happened next happened so fast, that it took Cathy a full minute to comprehend it.
Troy got up from the couch, and stood over Gerald, pulling him to his feet by hooking his arms under the boy's arms.
"You say nothing! Do you hear me?"
"Aw, come on, man!" Gerald exclaimed, trying to get out of Troy's grip.
"So what if everyone knows?"
"So everything!" Troy barked, doubling up a fist in Gerald's face. "She made a promise to her mother. Don't make life more difficult for her.
You keep your mouth shut, you hear?"
Gerald yanked himself free from Troy's viselike grasp, and then shrugged his shoulders.
"I don't know what difference if makes. But I can keep my mouth shut!"
"You better!" Troy barked. "Because if I hear one word, and you know damned well I will-I'll have your balls on a platter, and see you eat them!"
Gerald's eyes opened a little bit, but he bit his tongue.
It was a well-known fact that Troy always kept his word.
Troy sat down on the couch again, and picked up the sandwich he was eating. He looked at Cathy, who was almost gaping at him. Troy laughed, and stuffed her mouth with the sandwich.
"Here, keep it busy! It's open an awful lot!" Troy laughed.
Cathy started to get mad at the rough treatment he had offered her, and then changed her mind. He seemed to be so suave, so different from the other boys.
"If your mother says so, I'll take you to your prom," Troy said.
Cathy, her mouth full of sandwich, widened her eyes.
"But there are strings attached to that promise!" Troy said, leaning close to her. Cathy thought she was going to drown in Troy's dark, passionate eyes.
"When you're sixteen, I want to find out if your cunt is as gorgeous as your mouth. Is it a deal?"
Cathy's passion melted in thick streams down her cunt as she nodded.
"Mind you, that's only if your mother says you can go with me. I'll bet she'll say no."
"I don't know. I'll ask her," Cathy said, finally swallowing the food in her mouth.
Troy drove her home, and waited until she was in the door. Cathy sailed out to the kitchen.
"You won't believe it!" she gasped to her mother.
"What, dear?" Mrs. Jones said, noticing the hectic flush in her daughter's face, the unnatural brightness in her eyes.
"Stephanie got me a date for the prom on one condition!"
"What's that, dear?"
"I have to get my…"
Cathy realized she had got carried away. She didn't quite know how to explain it to her mother.
"Who's your date?" Mrs. Jones said, coming over to the kitchen table where Cathy had sat down. She ran her hands over Cathy's forehead. It was fairly cool, so the flush must be excitement.
Funny Troy, Cathy thought. He had made her bathe her face with cold water and dry it thoroughly before they left Stephanie's house.
Troy had said that if her mother saw flush, she'd think she'd been making it, or was sick with a fever.
Cathy said that wasn't so, and Troy had just laughed.
"You wait!" Troy said, as he dunked her head playfully into the basin full of water. "As soon as your mother catches sight of you, she's gonna put her hands on your forehead!"
Cathy gulped. She had to tell her mother!
"A friend of Gerald's, Stephanie's steady."
"Humph!" Mrs. Jones said. "I don't like that boy."
Cathy sighed. "Neither do but I like his friend."
"What's his name?" her mother asked suspiciously.
"Troy."
Cathy's mother gasped. "Troy Madison from Rivergate?" Rivergate was the heavily-populated section of town where Troy lived.
Cathy nodded.
"What's the condition?" her mother asked. Her mother's voice had got very low, and Cathy knew that was a dangerous sign that her mother was getting fighting mad.
Cathy gulped again. Her father staggered up the back steps, and kicked open the screen door. He was laden with groceries. Jimmy was behind him with a carton.
"Bob, wait till you hear this!" Her mother's voice had got even deeper!
Cathy suddenly paled. She brought her thumbnail to her mouth. What had she done?
"What is it sweetheart?" Cathy's father said, coming over to the table with a troubled look on his face.
"Tell him!" Cathy's mother demanded in a not-to-be-denied tone of voice.
"Stephanie got me a date for the prom," Cathy said in a small weak voice.
"Stephanie!" Jimmy snorted. "She's one of the biggest cock-baiters in school, and she goes with that no good son of a bitch Gerald!"
"It's a friend of Gerald's," Mrs. Jones said, slamming her open palm on the table. Cathy jumped.
Jimmy walked toward Cathy frowning himself. Cathy felt as if she were being picked on.
"Cathy, what did you do to get that date?"
"Now wait a minute! Wait a minute!" Bob Jones raised his arms, and quieted everyone down. He sat down in the chair next to Cathy, and took her trembling little hand in his.
"Who's the date, honey?" he asked, a worried frown on his face.
"T-Troy Ma-Madison," Cathy said in a little voice.
"Whaaat!" her father exclaimed, jumping up from his seat. "That no good hoodlum!"
"Maybe you'd better tell us what the condition is," Mrs. Jones, said, her voice still low in her throat.
"What condition! What are you talking about!" Mr. Jones exclaimed.
Cathy started to cry.
"I can't go to the prom because I'm a-I promised I wouldn't let any of the boys in school fuck me!" she said, sobbing. "So-so when Stephanie invited me over today, she didn't tell me that a friend of Gerald's was there, and Gerald thought if Troy fucked me, I'd go to the prom."
"Only Troy didn't fuck me. He said he respected my promise to you, and he'd take me to the prom if I'd fuck him when I was sixteen."
"Oh, my God!" Mrs. Jones said, slapping her hand to her forehead.
"Cathy Jones, you aren't going to that prom with Troy Madison!" Mr.
Jones exclaimed.
"Cathy, how could you!" Mrs. Jones exclaimed.
Cathy, bewildered, feeling put-upon, sobbed even louder. She ran from the table, and went to her room. She locked the door, and fell on her bed, and sobbed violently.
All of a sudden, the prom didn't mean so much. But seeing more of Troy did mean a lot to her. She really liked him, liked the way he talked, liked his manners, and his good looks, liked everything about him!
But Troy had warned her that her mother would probably say no.
She heard her mother knock on the door.
"Cathy, we're going out to eat. Come on, dear. Come out!"
"Go away! I'm not going out! I don't ever want to eat again. I wish I were dead!"
"Cathy, you open this door instantly!" her mother cried. Cathy could hear the alarm in her mother's voice. "Bob! Bob! Cathy's locked her door!"
She heard her father's footsteps on the stairs, and then her father knocked on the door.
Cathy went to the door and opened it.
"Come on, let's go to dinner," her father said, patting her on the shoulder.
Cathy shook her head.
"Cathy, we are not going to leave you in this house alone, so go wash your face and come with us."
Cathy dumbly marched down the hall to the bathroom, and threw cold water on her face.
She remembered Troy's splashing cold water on her face earlier, and she started to cry all over again. She cried so hard that her knees turned to jelly, and when her mother came to see how she was doing, Cathy was curled up on the floor, with the cold water still running in the basin.
"Oh, Bob, she's not in any condition to go out."
Her father came to the door, and picked up his sobbing daughter, and put her back on the bed. Jimmy was standing at the foot of the bed, biting his lower lip.
"What's the matter with her, Dad?"
"Growing pains, I suspect, Son. Come on, we'll go get a pizza, and bring it back to the house."
Cathy stayed in her room for the weekend. When she woke up Sunday morning, her eyes were all swollen and red, but she didn't care. She had the feeling that she had cried so much, that she'd never cry again in her life. She thought that she had shed her lifetime supply of tears.
Jimmy tried to talk to her, and she didn't look at him. She just stared at the bedspread, and picked at it.
Her mother came up to see if she wanted something to eat.
Her father came up to talk to her, but Cathy just lay there, feeling very, very unhappy.
Monday morning she got up and ate her breakfast, and went to school.
She was dragging her footsteps. At noon, she got wonderful idea, and it perked her up a little.
Her brother was very solicitous. He came up to her table in the cafeteria, and offered her his apple pie. Cathy didn't want it. She ate just because she really wanted to live.
No matter how bad things were, they had to get better, and her idea had given her a little hope. She couldn't wait to see how this whole thing worked out.
After school, she slipped away quickly before any of her friends could catch up with her to walk her home.
She took a bus to the River Gate section of town. She wandered around the streets, until she found the one where she knew Troy worked in an automotive repair shop.
When she reached it, there were a lot of motorcycles parked outside the shop. She found Troy, filled with grease, working on one of the motorcycles.
"Whatsa matter, kid? You lost?" one of the mean-looking boys barked at her, as she walked timidly up to Troy. Troy was buried in his work, so he hadn't seen her approach.
"You took the bus the wrong way, sweetie!" someone else said. There was a lot of rough laughter.
Cathy held her ground, as Troy looked up. He saw her, and stood up.
"Shut up!" he barked at the assembled boys. They did look like hoodlums, but then, so did Troy, all greasy, and wearing stained Levi's.
The laughter died out fast. Troy walked over to her.
"Hello, Cathy," he said, smiling at her.
"You were right," Cathy said, a slight quiver in her voice. "Mother said no."
"I told you so!" Troy grinned. "Sorry, Cathy, I really would have liked to go with you. I like you."
"I like you, too, Troy," Cathy said. "I came to make you a promise. I don't really care about the prom so much, but I care about you, and you can-can have me when I'm sixteen, if you want."
"I won't hold you to that. Come to me when you're sixteen, and we'll see."
Troy walked her back to the bus, and saw that she got on it.
She turned at the stairs, and looked at him.
"I mean it," she said.
"I think you do," Troy said, his face grave. "I'll be thinking of you."
Cathy stared at Troy until the bus turned a corner. She noticed that Troy didn't move, either!
Maybe it was love-the real kind.