Chapter 1
The first sound Cathy heard that brought her to half awareness, was the singing of the birds in the trees outside her bedroom window. She smiled and opened her eyes.
Spring was her favorite time of the year, and fall. In the spring she could see all the new blossoms on the trees and the shrubs. She would see the growing plants that she had planted in the yard last fall. They would all be coming up in the moist, brown earth, growing and searching for the sunlight.
Cathy leaped from her bed and ran to the window. She threw it open and looked out. It was going to be a glorious day. She could tell already.
The tree outside her bedroom window was already a blaze of color. The pink and red buds of the flowering tree warmed her heart as she listened to the gentle chirping of the birds.
Out in the driveway, her brother Bud's bike was shooting off glints from the polished steel. He was so proud of his motorcycle. Cathy smiled to herself. Her brother Bud was probably her favorite person in the world. Except for her Daddy - she was his princess, and he was her king. Cathy felt all warm inside.
In her room, Cathy's sister Betty stirred in her sleep. Goddamn birds, she thought. Always making a racket. Betty pulled the covers over her head and burrowed beneath them.
She slipped her hand between her legs and rubbed her moist pussy. She had been having such a terrific dream. Why did the lousy birds have to wake her up? Betty rubbed the wet slit of her cunt and tried to return to her dream.
Bud stroked his thick cock and groaned. His cum was filling his nuts and it was ready to explode. One more, stroke and young Bud would shoot his load off. He pumped his prick and his hand was filled with the sweet, creamy juice, of his young dick.
Margaret felt Jim's hand slide over her ass as she came to awakeness. He was horny again. After all these years and three children, Jim just couldn't get enough of his wife's sweet cunt.
Margaret reached over and took hold of Jim's cock through his pajamas. Hard as a rock and ready to go. She smiled. It was good to be loved by a man like Jim. He was good to the children and to her. She was a lucky woman.
Jim slid his hand under Margaret's night gown and gripped her still firm breasts in his hand. He loved the feel of Margaret's flesh. She had kept her figure and was still a stunning looking woman. He pressed his crotch against her hip and felt her slide down in the bed and spread her legs.
Jim' pulled her nightgown up and pulled his cock out of the opening in the front of his pajamas. Sliding over in the bed, he mounted her and began to slide his cock along the warm, moist slit of her cunt.
Margaret put her hands around Jim's body, pulling him down on top of her. She humped her hips upwards as his dickhead slid into her moist cunt lips. Margaret sighed as she felt her husband's long, thick cock fill her pussy. He pumped it into her, filling her aching emptiness with his hot man tool.
Margaret's knees came up from the mattress and pressed against Jim's body as he pulled his dick out and then plunged it back in deep, deep into her hot pussy. He felt the gripping lips of her cunt surround his cockmeat and he shoved his dick as deep as he could into Margaret's hot, eager hole. She could never get enough of his hard cock and Jim was ready almost all the- time to ram it to her.
Margaret sighed as she felt the hard, throbbing cock of her man shove in and out of her pussy. She spread her palms over his broad back and pulled him into her. His hips pumped up and down, ramming his dick in and out of her cunt. He could feel the warm, soft breasts of his mate as he rubbed his chest against her, driving his dick into her cunt hard and. long.
"Oh Jim," Margaret cried. "Oh Jim, that's so good - so good." Margaret clutched at Jim's cock with her pussy muscles, straining to hold it inside her as she flooded his dick with her hot quim juice, coating his dick with her slime as he plunged his meat into her.
Jim's breath became short and fast as he rammed his meat into Margaret's pussy, filling her hot, aching hole with his plunging manmeat. He rammed it in to the hilt and his nuts emptied their load, exploding inside Margaret's eager, grasping pussy as she brought herself off again and again.
"Hurry up, Bud," Margaret called up the stairs, turned and walked back to the kitchen. All the rest of the family were seated at the breakfast table. Bud, as usual, was late. Boys, she thought.
"But Father," Betty was saying as Margaret returned to her brood in the kitchen. "I've just got to have that dress. I've just got to."
"Betty, don't badger your father."
"But Mother!" Betty whined. "You know I have to have a new dress for the prom. I can't wear that ratty old formal - again."
"We'll see," Jim Anderson said to his eldest daughter. "We'll see." Betty stuck out her lower lip in a pout and stirred her coffee.
"Daddy," Cathy said.
"Yes, Kitten," Jim smiled at his nubile young daughter.
"Can I sign up for the swimming class at the Y? It doesn't cost very much," Cathy batted her eyes at her father. She could usually get what she wanted from him.
"I think we could manage that," he said.
Betty glowered at Cathy. Little bitch, she thought. She can always get what she wants out of Father.
Margaret served the pancakes to her happy brood and looked upwards. What could be keeping Bud, she wondered.
Bud was standing in front of the mirror in his bedroom stroking his dick. He liked to look at his cock and knew that it was bigger than normal. He could get any girl he wanted and he was really pleased with himself, "Bud," Jim called. "Get down here!"
Bud gave his cock one final stroke and then shoved it into his Levis. He grabbed his leather jacket from the hook on the back of the door and bounded down the stairs.
"Look at Mr. Macho," Betty said as Bud stomped into the kitchen wearing his leather jacket, Levis and construction boots.
"Lay off," Bud growled, slinging his leg over a chair.
"Bud," Margaret said. "I've asked you not to wear that jacket at the table."
"But, Mom," Bud complained.
"Do as your mother says," Jim interjected. "It's bad enough we have to have that damned motorcycle cluttering up the driveway. We don't have to have breakfast with a Hell's Angel." Bud grunted, but he took off the jacket and hung it on a hook near the door - where he could see it.
"You're absolutely right, Father," Betty said. "It's a disgrace the way he runs around town on that bike. He's a menace - and that gang he hangs out with - hoodlums, that's all they are. Just hoodlums."
"Hoodlums!" Bud exploded. "Hoodlums!"
"Yes, hoodlums," Betty went on. "Those awful bikes and the way they dress! Really, Father, I'm surprised you let him get away with it. He'll end up in juvenile court if you don't watch him."
"At least my friends are men - not that bunch of pansies and dykes you hang out with!" Bud returned.
"How dare you, you hoodlum," Betty yelled.
"Now, that's enough," Jim exploded. "From BOTH of you."
Bud and Betty glared at each other across the table, but they didn't say anything. Margaret set a plate of pancakes in front of Bud and returned to the stove. Cathy smiled under her hand and sipped her orange juice.
"It's time to get to school, children," Margaret said. "You'd better hurry."
Bud gulped down his coffee and slung his leg over the chair. His leather jacket was over his shoulder and he was out the door, running towards his bike before Betty could even get up from her seat.
"I'll think about the dress," Jim said as Betty put on her sweater. "Let me see if we can afford it."
"Thank you, Father," Betty said. She picked up her school books and walked out the door.
"Are you ready, Kitten?" Jim said.
"Yes, Daddy," Cathy said. She gathered her things together and was standing at the door while Jim kissed Margaret good bye.
"See you this evening," Jim said. He and Cathy went out to the car and he backed carefully out the driveway. He always drove Cathy to school. It was really too far for her to walk and besides, he liked the few minutes alone with her. She was his favorite.
Margaret cleared off the breakfast table and put the dishes in the dishwasher. It was going to be a lovely day. She looked out the kitchen window at the buds on the tree in the backyard. Yes, a lovely day.
Bud roared down the street, his bike between his legs like a huge cock. He loved the feeling of power between his legs. His dick was getting hard from the vibrations of the powerful engine that rubbed against his crotch as he raced ahead.
He spotted a girl who he thought he recognized walking along the street. He slowed the bike down and came up behind her.
"Hey, Francine," Bud called. "Want a ride?"
Francine Thompson smiled at Bud. He was one of her favorites.
"Sure, Buddy boy," Francine said. "I'll give you a ride."
Bud felt his cock thump at the thought of riding Francine. He knew she put out and he was raring to go. .
"Climb on," he said, pulling the bike up beside her.
"That's what I usually say," Francine snickered. She slung her leg over the bike and put her arms around Bud's waist. She pressed her big knockers into his back and Bud gunned the gas and they took off down the street.
Francine's hands slid down Bud's stomach, rubbing against his hard muscles. She liked the feel of his body next to hers. She dropped one hand into his crotch and felt his prick. It was hard and thick. Francine stroked Bud's meat as he roared down the street.
"Feels, like you've got something on your mind," Francine yelled into Bud's ear.
"Sure do," Bud said. "Want to take it in hand?"
"Let's stop off on the way to school," Francine said. "I know a place."
She directed Bud down a side street and they pulled up behind an old trailer that was parked behind a filling station that had been closed for sometime.
"Nobody ever comes here," Francine said. "Come on."
She jumped off the bike and ran to the door of the trailer. Bud turned off his motorcycle and followed Francine into the trailer.
It hadn't been lived in for some time, but the bed was still intact. That's all they needed. That and a little privacy.
Bud put his arms around Francine. Her body was hot to the touch. He slid his hands under her sweater and pulled her against his body. Francine pushed her leg between Bud's and felt the hardness of his prick as she rubbed her leg up and down.
Bud's mouth pressed against Francine's and she slid her tongue between his teeth, pushing her tongue deep into his mouth. Bud felt the hot slashing tongue in his mouth and the leg pushing against his dick. He gripped Francine's bra and unsnapped it.
Then he slid his hands around in front of her and cupped her big tits in his hands. They filled his hands with their soft, pliant flesh. Francine slid her hand down between Bud's legs and took hold of his cock. It was hard and ready for action.
Francine unzipped Bud's fly and pulled his meat out. It was thick and hard as she slowly stroked it. Her tongue slid around inside Bud's mouth as he fondled her tits and she played with his hard cock.
"Let's lie down," Francine said, pulling away from Bud. She pulled him by his dick towards the bed and lay down on her side. Bud lay down beside her and pushed her sweater up. His fingers gripped her nipples as she lay on her back. She held onto his cock and stroked it as Bud leaned down and began to kiss her boobs. Francine gasped as she felt Bud's hot mouth on her tits. She squeezed on his cock and pulled the shaft up and down.
Bud slid his hands down her body, pushing her skirt up. He rubbed her pussy patch through her panties. Francine was already moist and hot. Bud felt the hot juice staining her panties and pulled them down. Francine slipped out of her panties and let Bud pull her skirt up past the waist. She lay on her back as Bud climbed between her legs.
"Take it easy," Francine said. "Take it real easy."
She guided Bud's cockhead between the lips of her hot cunt. He felt the heat and the wetness of her cunt surround his dickhead as he slid it inside. Francine gasped as she felt Bud's thick piece of cockmeat slide into her cunt. She gripped his ass with her hands and pulled him down into her hot, eager pussy.
Bud felt the slick juice of Francine's cunt sliding along his dick as he rammed it into her. She cried out, but Bud plunged ahead, driving his cock into the girl's eager, sucking pussy.
She cried out again as he plunged in and pulled his dick out to the head and then slammed it in again.
"Oh Bud," Francine cired. "Oh Bud, that's so good. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Harder."
Bud shoved his cock into Francine's pussy, ramming it all the way in and then pulling it out to the head. He felt the tightness in his nuts as he began to get ready to shoot off his load.
The hot, gripping lips of Francine's cunt held tightly to Bud's cockshaft as he slid his dick in and out of her cunt, plowing deep into her hot young cunt. He pulled it out to the head and held it there a minute. Francine went wild. She grabbed his ass and banged him into her cunt, driving his cock deep inside her hot young cunt as Bud shot his wad into her, plowing deep and shooting wad after wad of his hot young cum into her sweet pussy.
Betty's tight little boobs bounced as she walked down the street, clicking her heels on the sidewalk. She felt warm all over. She was going to meet with Paula after school today and she could not wait.
Paula - just the name was enough to send a shiver through her pussy. Paula was the best friend she had ever had. And Paula knew things that she had never dreamed of, not until they had become bosom buddies.
Paula was new in town. She had come at the beginning of the last semester and Betty had immediately taken to her. She was different from the other girls, more sophisticated and worldly. She had lived in New York and had spent a couple of summers in Europe. Springfield was small potatoes to a girl like Paula - but she had taken a liking to Betty right away, too.
The first time Paula had asked Betty to spend the night at her house, she was thrilled. She knew that Paula was more worldly than she was and she was anxious to make friends with her.
"This is my room, such as it is," Paula had said. She hung her coat in the closet and turned to Betty.
"It's beautiful," Betty said. She liked the soft feminine look of-the room all pink and lacy. It was the kind of room she would have liked to have, all girl. But her parents had somewhat more conventional ideas. Except for a few of her personal things, Betty's room would have looked like any other room in the house.
But Paula's room was all silky and soft. It made her feel good just to be in the room.
"Make yourself at home," Paula said.
Betty took off her coat and laid it on a chair. She had brought an overnight case with her, but she was ashamed to open it. Her flannel night gown would look so out of place in this room. She wished that she had something suitable to wear.
"I feel like such a hick," Betty said, looking around Paula's room. She had soft pink lights and a big mirror over the bed. There were chiffon drapes around the head of the bed. It looked like something from a little girl's fairy tale dream.
"At least they let me decorate it the way I wanted," Paula said. She sat down at her dressing table and began to brush her long, blonde hair. Betty felt like a clutz with her short, curly mop of hair. She felt like a.clipped poodle next to Paula's sleek elegance.
"You have such beautiful hair," Betty said. "May I brush it for you?"
"Sure," Paula said. She held out the brush and Betty took it from her. Paula leaned forward and let Betty take long, strong strokes with the brush. Paula's hair- was as soft and silky as everyone else in the room. Betty felt slightly dizzy and overcome with the luxury of it all.
"This is really nice," Betty said. She leaned against Paula and Paula reached up with her hand and put it on Betty's.
"I like you, Betty," Paula said. "You're different from the other girls in this dumb town. I think we're going to be more than friends."
Betty's heart was in her throat as Paula turned on the bench and stood up. She put her hands on Betty's shoulders and pulled her to her. Their lips met and Betty's face flushed. She loved the feeling but was terrified. Nothing like this had ever happened to her before. But she could not resist. Paula was too strong for her. She felt the other girl's tongue slide along her lips and push into them. Betty went weak as she felt Paula's body press against hers. She nearly fainted.
Paula's breasts were much larger than Betty's. They pushed against the hard little knobs of Betty's tits and seemed to surround them with their softness. Betty felt dizzy and faint; but she clutched Paula to her, driving her own tongue into Paula's mouth as Paula pulled her towards the bed.
Betty lost all track of time and place. She didn't know how long Paula and she lay on the bed, rolling over each other, fumbling with clothes, pressing their lips and tongues to each other's bodies as they removed their clothes and discarded them at the side of-the bed. But soon they were both naked, wrapped in each other's arms. Betty sat up, trying to clear her head.
"I don't know what's happening to me," Betty said. "I've never felt like this before."
"Don't fight it," Paula said. "Let me love you - let me show you what love is like."
Betty felt herself being drawn into a whirlpool as Paula pulled her back on the silky sheets on her bed. She felt the hot mouth of the other girl exploring her body as Paula slid from one end of the bed to the other. Sucking on her tits, licking her flesh and rubbing her own sliky smooth body against Betty's.
Paula's hand slid between Betty's legs. She felt the moistness of her pussy slit being rubbed by the other girl's hand. Betty let out a gasp. She had never felt like this before. She loved the feeling and she was terrified of it at the same time.
Paula rubbed along the sweet pussy patch between Betty's legs, spreading them open as she rubbed her tits against Betty's face. Betty opened her mouth and took one of Paula's soft, pink nipples into her mouth and began to suck on it. Her mouth was filled with the fleshy goodness of Paula's ample tit. She loved the smooth, soft flesh rubbing against her face as she nipped and licked at the girl's nipple.
Paula slithered a finger into the moist opening of Betty's pussy. Betty gasped as she felt the intruding finger open her treasure. She spread her legs as Paula pried open her twat, sliding her fingers inside and soothing the heated channel of her love nest.
Betty groped with her fingers, trying to find the slit of Paula's twat. She felt the girl's smooth thighs and pushed her hand between them. The silky, soft fur of Paula's cunt brushed her hand as she slid her hand along the slit of the girl's hot box. Paula jammed her fingers into Betty's pussy as Betty explored the dark, secret opening of Paula's sweet slit.
The raging rivers of her cunt cut loose and Betty spread her sweet love juice over Paula's hand as the girl slid her fingers in and out of Betty's box, teasing her clit with her fingers as Betty gripped her nipple with her teeth, and sucked on it.
Paula slid down on the bed and wrapped her body around Betty's, holding her tightly in her arms as Betty felt the warm glow rush through her body. She had never experienced anything like this - not ever.
Until that first night with Paula. Betty could still feel the warmth of Paula's body as she walked down the street on her way to school. She couldn't wait to get through the day and go over to Paula's house after. It had become a ritual - nearly every night and Betty couldn't get enough of Paula.
Margaret finished the kitchen and walked out of the room and headed up the stairs to the bedroom.
She flicked on the TV set and lay down on the bed.
Reaching into the bottom drawer of the bedside table she pulled out the vibrator and flipped the switch.
The TV flickered on and there was the man she dreamed about. All muscle and half naked, he was going through a series of exercises. Margaret slipped her panties down and inserted the tip of the vibrator into her pussy.
The muscle builder was lying on his back on a press bench, his legs spread wide. Margaret could see the huge bulge in his trunks as he lifted the weights over his head.
The vibrator slid into her pussy and hummed as she slowly pushed it in and then pulled it out again. Her hot cunt was on fire as she imagined what it would be like to be pumped like the man was pumping iron on the TV set.
The lips of Margaret's cunt were red and raw as she slid the plastic vibrator in and out of her hot pussy. She watched as the man stood up, flexing his strong biceps. His body was near perfect. There wasn't an ounce of flab on it anywhere, just hard strong masculine muscle. Margaret felt the hot juices of her cunt swelling and boiling over as she rammed the vibrator into her cunt, driving it deep and it brought her to a climax - over and over.
"See you tonight, Kitten," Jim said as he pulled up in front of the school. Cathy slid over next to her father and kissed him on the cheek. She grabbed her school books and opened the car door.
She watched her father drive away and turned towards the school.
"Hi, Cathy," Billy Peterson said. "Carry your books?"
"Sure, Billy," Cathy said.
She handed her books over to the boy and fell into step with him. She liked Billy. He was waiting for her almost every morning when her father dropped her off in front of the school.
"What are you doing over the weekend?" Billy asked.
"Nothing special," Cathy said. "Why?"
"I thought you might like to go to the movies Saturday afternoon," Billy said.
"Maybe," Cathy said. "What's playing?"
"There's a new X-rated show at the Rivoli," Billy said. "Would you like to see it?"
Cathy had never seen a movie like that. It sounded exciting.
"How would we get in?" Cathy asked.
"That's no problem," Billy said. "My sister is the cashier. She'll let us in."
"Okay," Cathy said. "You're on." Billy grinned to himself. Maybe that would get Cathy hot enough to let him get into her pants, he thought. His little cock was thumping as they walked into the school and the bell rang for first class. He could hardly wait.