Bob looked at the tall, powerful boy, thoughtfully.
"I suggest we go home and talk about it. I'm quite sure my wife would love to meet you."
Troy laughed.
"Do you want me to meet her?"
"Not particularly, but since men like you exist in the world, I guess I have no choice. My wife is just going to have to control herself."
"Did you bring your car?"
"That would be a bit of a slap in the face in this neighborhood, don't you think? I wasn't slumming."
Troy walked over to his Harley, and kicked it to life. He handed Bob a helmet.
"Let's go," he said.
Bob got on the back of the motorcycle gingerly, and they sped away, leaving behind a group of aghast boys.
They pulled up in front of the Jones's house, and Troy parked the bike.
Bob let himself into the house.
"June? I'm home!"
"Hello, dear! I'm in the kitchen!"
Bob walked out to the kitchen, the tall, booted boy following. His lovely wife turned around with an anxious smile on her face, which quickly turned to an expression of shock.
"Bob, what's he…?"
"I invited him here."
"Oh!" June said in a small voice.
"Sit down!" Bob said, pointing to a chair. Troy sat.
"I suppose you drink?"
"Like a fish," Troy said.
"Listen!" Bob snapped, going to the cupboard to get a bottle of scotch,
"I'm not playing any games with you. Don't play any with me."
June looked at her husband adoringly, and then at Troy with some fear.
Troy laughed. "I drink, moderately. I've never raped a girl, or hit one. I've never beaten my mother or my sisters, and once in awhile, I've been known to mix it up in a bar. I have, on occasion, been known to throw the first punch."
"Thank you," Bob said, sitting down with the bottle, and some glasses filled with ice. He turned to his wife.
"I brought him here because Cathy likes him. I cannot pretend that I don't know why. He's intelligent, honest, and industrious. The only thing that makes him different from Jimmy, is that he was born on the other side of town, and he has to work for everything he gets."
"You forgot something. My companions are different."
"No different than Jimmy's on occasion when he wants to swing, or Gerald or Whitey's, and who's that other boy who always hangs out over there?"
"Ron Biltmore," Troy volunteered.
"Yes. Now, Cathy has gone out with Wayne, and Ron. I don't know about Whitey."
"Whitey only goes out with girls who put out."
June was bewildered.
"What are your intentions with regard to my daughter?" Bob asked, pouring the scotch.
"Strictly honorable-until she's sixteen."
"Well, we have no choice in that matter, do we?" Bob said, handing his wife a glass of scotch.
June was very grateful for the liquor. She remembered her husband from his wild days, and to her, it appeared that he was getting just as wild in his approaching middle age.
"Why-why don't we have any choice when she's sixteen, Bob?" June asked her husband.
"Because Cathy apparently promised herself to him when he was sixteen."
"Oh, my God!" June exclaimed softly.
"Well, dear, we were at it at the same age. What did you expect?"
"Bob, darling, I don't know what to expect. Why did you bring him here?"
"Because he's a thorn in my side, that's why! Because my daughter, whom I love dearly, is pining for him. Because deep in my father's heart I know that somewhere along the line, if she feels that strongly, she's run amiss. I had to see what it was she liked."
"Oh!"
Troy laughed again. "She just wants a date for the senior prom," he said.
"I told you not to play games with me," Bob said, angrily, slamming his hand on the table.
"Forgive me. I'm in the habit of mocking. It's not true."
"Of course it's not true. She had a chance to go to the prom, and she turned it down. She wanted to go with you!" Mrs. Jones said.
"Well, that's why I brought him home. I didn't intend to bring him home. I just wanted to see what he was like, that's all," Bob said.
"But I like him after all," he finished, taking a deep draught of the liquor.
"Dear, are you saying you want Cathy to go to the prom with him?"
"I don't want Cathy to go with anyone. She's fourteen. I'm jealous and possessive, which is typical of fathers. But yes, if Cathy wants to go to the prom, I'm quite sure the young man will take good care of her, and bring her home in one piece."
"And what about her reputation?"
"I have a feeling it will soar enormously, and she'll be the belle of the ball. Can you dance?" he asked Troy.
"Yes," Troy said.
"Why don't you call Cathy down?" Bob asked his wife.
June smiled at Bob, and covered his hand with hers, squeezing it fondly. She couldn't say, as she walked to the foot of the stairs to call Cathy, that she disliked the boy, and reputations were ephemeral things, easily made and just as easily lost.
He seemed solid enough. "Cathy? Cathy, dear?"
"Yes, Mom?" Cathy called, coming to the head of the stairs.
"There's someone here to see you. Come down."
"Yes, Mom," Cathy said, starting listlessly down the stairs. June walked quickly back to the kitchen, anxious to see her daughter's expression when she saw Troy sitting at the kitchen table.
"Do an old man a favor, will you?" her husband was asking Troy.
"What's that, sir?"
"Puh-leez don't knock her up. I'd like her to go to college. I knocked her mother up, and she's never found the time or energy to get her degree."
"Bob!" June gasped, as Troy laughed.
"Oh!" Cathy gasped. She turned slightly pale when she saw Troy sitting with her parents.
Bob rose from the table, filled his wife's glass and his with more scotch, and, carrying the glasses in one hand, he put his arms around his wife's shoulders with the other.
"Yes, Cathy, you can go to the prom with Troy," Bob said. "Mother and I are going to bed. Don't stay up too late, and leave the front lights on. God knows when your brother will be home!"
With that, Bob ushered his wife out of the kitchen, and up the stairs to their bedroom.
Cathy approached the table almost timidly. After her initial shock, it was like Christmas, and Easter, and her birthday, all rolled into one.
She felt shy, and she blushed.
"Hello," she said, shyly.
Troy laughed, and reaching out one of his hands, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him. He sat her on his lap and looked up at her, his eyes glowing.
"Your father extracted a different kind of promise from me," he said, his voice husky, as he eyed her lush body.
"What?" she said.
"He said not to knock you up because he wants you to go to college."
"Well that doesn't absolve me from my promise to Mom."
"Oh, yes it does. I don't think you promised your mother you'd stay a virgin till you were sixteen."
Cathy blushed.
"How do you know that?"
"Because you're a lousy liar. You didn't say I could have your cherry when you were sixteen. You said I could have you. And no girl who sucks cock the way you do, is inexperienced."
"Oh."
Cathy was getting very nervous. She couldn't look at Troy. She toyed with his glass, which still sat, only partially drunk, on the table.
"What did you promise your mother?"
"I promised I wouldn't sleep with any of the boys in school."
"Absolved!" Troy exclaimed, laughing. "I'm not one of the boys at your school! Who got to you first?"
Cathy sighed. She bit her lower lip. She wasn't about to tell Troy, but she liked him so much, she didn't want to offend him.
"Hey! Don't you like me any more?" Troy asked, turning her head to face him. Cathy looked into his deep eyes, and almost fell into them.
She smiled, and put her arms around his neck. "Yes, I like you. I like you a lot," Cathy said softly.
Troy grasped her by her shoulders, and felt the tremor in them. He pulled Cathy hard against his chest. His mouth came forward and covered hers.
Cathy loved his mouth. It was beautiful, more beautiful than it had been when he had kissed her before. She felt his lips wandering moistly all over hers.
She opened her mouth, wanting more of him, and she felt his tongue snake into her mouth, the tip of his tongue flicking lightly against the tip of her tongue.
Then his tongue went wild in her mouth. He lashed it against the roof of her mouth, and flicked it along the underside of her tongue.
Cathy moaned against his mouth, feeling the warmth of her fluids seeping through her pants. She could feel the hard bulge of Troy's cock against her ass cheeks.
Troy pushed her forward slightly, off his cock.
Cathy wanted him in the worst way, and was suddenly very grateful that she had worded her promise in such a way that she did feel absolved from it.
Her hand went down to the bulge in his pants, and she pressed the palm of her hand into it.
"You want it?" Troy murmured, biting her ear lobe.
"Yes," she whispered.
"Then take it," he said.
Cathy's trembling hand unzipped the fly on his leather pants. She reached in, and gasped when she felt the throbbing hardness of his prick against her eager palm. She took it out, and pumped it a few times. Troy winced.
Troy pushed her off his lap, and reaching under her skirt, pulled down her pants. Cathy stepped out of them and then straddled Troy's knees.
There was a certain amount of danger involved in what she was doing.
Her parents could come down any moment, or her brother walk in.
But Cathy was so blind with her lust that she didn't care, indeed even relished the danger. It added an erotic fillip to the whole scene.
She panted with excitement, as she stared at his huge cock. She looked at him, a little bit scared.
"It's so big," she gasped. "Maybe it won't fit."
Troy laughed, his voice husky and low in his throat. His hands reached under her skirt, and he caressed her ass cheeks softly, pulling her closer to his cock. Cathy reached down, and rubbed his cock again, marveling at the incredible softness of the flesh, which covered the blood-engorged steel-like hardness beneath.
She placed his cock at the entrance to her hungry, dripping pussy, and started to sit down on it.
She felt his cock head plop into her cunt, stretching her incredibly tight fuck tunnel wider than it had ever been stretched with Jimmy's cock.
"Oh!" she gasped.
The juices in her cunt welled up and flowed, thick as syrup, as warm as lava, down her quivering fuck channel as she started to squirm downward on his raging prick.
Troy reached out, and his hands softly caressed her tits, fondling them, kneading the nipples until they were puckered and tingling with erotic pleasure.
Troy's hands continued to caress Cathy, as she squirmed downward on his cock a little bit at a time. Finally she felt her pussy hairs mesh with his dark, pubic hairs. She looked down at the lewd joining of their flesh, and gasped. It was a turn-on!
The very sight of their meeting caused her sex sweat to pour out of her body. Her blouse clung wetly to her.
She grunted and started to ride upward on his cock, until she had reached his cock head. Then she started to swivel downward again, feeling her cuntal walls spread before his thick, throbbing cock.
Her motions were slow at first, as she got used to his cock.
"So tight!" Troy gasped, as his passion began to rise in his loins.
Cathy gyrated sexily around and around on his cock, feeling the hard, throbbing flesh massage the itching walls of her cunt.
Her juices started to spew out of her copiously. His cock stuffed her has she had never been stuffed. She looked at Troy's face.
It was flushed, and he looked at her through heavily-lidded, glowing eyes. His hips started to arch upward, as she bounced down on his massive cock.
"Such a nice, soft, sweet little snatch you have!" he gasped, as his face became twisted with his passion.
He grunted, and grasped Cathy's body tightly to his. Cathy felt his breath hot and moist on her cheek, felt his heart hammering against her tit, as he clutched her.
He bucked his hips upward, each thrust becoming stronger, and more frenzied. Cathy whimpered as her lust grew, feeling her loins boiling with her juices. She felt like a volcano about to erupt.
Her cuntal muscles started to quiver with a life of their own, as she ground her muff into his thickly-furred groin, feeling the pressure of her slamming motions, feeling his thick throbbing cock spreading her pussy lips wider and wider.
Beneath her humping ass, she felt the tremor of passion in his strong, long, lean thighs. She heard him moan softly, felt his mouth on her neck, felt the heat of his face, as she pressed her cheek against his.
Troy started to smash his loins harder and faster into Cathy's cunt.
Cathy felt the hot fleshy ecstasy rise in her trembling body, felt the quivering take possession of her. She suddenly felt weak with the intense pleasure which had taken possession of her body.
She closed her eyes, and rested her forehead on his shoulder, savoring the feel of the leather jacket he was wearing, the warm smell of him, soap and water mixed with grease, and the smell of his desire.
Cathy would have sworn that her insides were melting, as the heat in her body built to a raging inferno that demanded release.
Her orgasm built steadily, ponderously, in her heaving belly, as she ground her muff heavily into his hairy groin.
Her cuntal muscles began to jerk furiously, the tempo and rhythm increasing in intensity until she bounced up and down with spastic motions. The ripples of hot ecstasy coursed through her with an unbearable intensity.
She started to cry out. Troy stopped thrusting, and held her for a moment, as she trembled on the delirious brink of orgasm.
"No, no," she gasped, "no, no. Don't stop,"
"Shhh, easy, Cathy, easy." Troy's hands moved up and down her back softly, calming her down. Cathy realized that she was on the verge of screaming. Against her tight pussy walls she felt Troy's cock throbbing violently.
Troy started to move in her cunt again, and Cathy felt her pussy juices flowing lavishly around his hard-humping prick. The pleasure built again.
Cathy bit into the shoulder of his leather jacket, as her orgasm built to an incredible pitch.
Troy's arms clutching Cathy's body tightly to his, tightened more around her slender, trembling frame. He started to hump up into her with more frenzy.
Then Cathy felt the first frothing hot spray of his man juices spewing into her dripping cunt, adding to the load of syrup which flowed unceasingly and in amazing quantities from Cathy's overheated cunt.
Her cuntal muscles pulled frantically at his now hard-driving dork, as he smashed his prick deeper and deeper into her pussy.
His cock drove deeply into her fuck tunnel, each thrust causing another wave of passionate pleasure to wash over her.
The heady aroma of his aroused manhood reached her nostrils, and it worked on her senses like an aphrodisiac. Her head reeled with the strong sexual stimuli which flooded her.
Her body became spastic. She clutched frantically at Troy's powerful frame. Her hips rocked back and forth with wanton, abandoned motions, around Troy's spewing cock.
Troy grunted, the sound strangled as he tried to muffle it, and then Cathy felt the last of his load spewing into her still-quivering cunt.
Cathy became light-headed. She felt weak, as her orgasm faded away slowly. She turned soft and felt as if all her bones had melted, as she collapsed into Troy's big arms.
She could feel his breath, warm on her neck. "Do you believe in love at first sight?" she finally asked, her voice breathy.
"No."
"Neither do I," Cathy sighed, savoring the hot stuffed feeling of Troy's cock in her cunt.
She felt the rumbling of Troy's laugh in his belly. His cock lurched lustfully in her cunt again.
Troy pulled Cathy off his cock.
"Ohh!" she protested.
He picked up her pants, and Cathy put them on with trembling hands. She really felt fucked, as she had never felt fucked in her life.
Troy pushed the glass of scotch across to her, and Cathy took a sip, making a bad face. But the liquor was bracing.
While they sat at the table, talking, the front door opened, and Jimmy, starved from his fucking session with Suzy, walked out to the kitchen.
His jaw dropped when he stood in the door, and saw Cathy with Troy.
"What is he doing here?" he asked Cathy, pointing to Troy.
"Why don't you ask me?"
Jimmy walked into the room, fists clenched, slightly crouched. His eyes darted from Troy to Cathy, and then back to Troy again.
"What are you doing in my house?"
"Your father invited me here," Troy said.
Jimmy strode over to Cathy, and pulled the glass away from her hands.
She had been sharing the liquor with Troy. He sniffed it, and then slammed the glass down on the table.
"You're drinking!" Jimmy barked at Cathy. He turned, his face livid with rage, to Troy, and stood over him.
"Get out of here."
"No."
"I said get out of here before I punch you out!"
"You'll have a hard time doing that, Jimmy."
"I don't want you with my sister!"
"You're better for her?"
Jimmy turned slightly pale and straightened up, defensive.
"What do you mean by that?"
"I didn't get to her first, and I don't think she's made it with any one in school. So it has to be you."
Cathy gasped. She stared with alarm from Jimmy to Troy. Jimmy looked at Cathy.
Cathy understood the look.
"I didn't tell him," she whispered, softly.
"You didn't have to tell me. Your brother did."
"I did not!" Jimmy bellowed.
"Shhh! Your mother and father are in bed," Troy cautioned. He reached up, grabbed Jimmy by his shirt, and sat him down hard in a chair.
"Let's lay our cards on the table, huh?" he said, staring keenly at Jimmy. "You aren't the first guy I've met who's made it with his own sister. So stop making a federal case out of it. You won't be the last, either!"
Cathy suddenly giggled.
Troy leaned on the table, and stared at Jimmy. "It's all right, as far as I'm concerned. What isn't all right is being possessive about it.
You've been with a woman tonight. I think you should allow your sister the same right."