Chapter 3

Saturday morning! Wow, Cathy thought as she leaped out of bed. No school! And a date with Billy.

Cathy jumped into her clothes and ran down the stairs to the kitchen.

"Good morning, princess," Margaret said. "You look chipper this morning."

"I've got a date with Billy Peterson," Cathy beamed. "Isn't that wonderful?"

"Peachy," Betty said. She sipped her coffee and folded back the newspaer to the ad for the dress she wanted.

"Don't be such a sourpuss, Betty," Margaret said. "I think it's nice that Cathy has a date with one of her friends."

"You won't be so thrilled when she turns up pregnant one of these days," Betty said.

"Betty!" Margaret said. "How could you?"

"Oh, Mother," Betty said. "You know what these kids are like these days. No restraint. None at all."

Jim walked into the kitchen and kissed Cathy on the top of her head.

"Good morning, Kitten," he said. "What are you up to today?"

"Getting pregnant according to Betty," Cathy said.

"What!" Jim said.

"I was just saying that kids these days have no restraint," Betty said. "I think you should keep a closer eye on Cathy. She's developing quite a figure and she's getting some big ideas for her age. You never know what these kids will get themselves into."

"Just listen to Miss Smartypants," Bud said. "What can you expect from an old sourpuss like Betty though. She'll prbably die a virgin."

"That's enough out of all of you," Jim said. "Such talk for breakfast." Jim sat down at the table and picked up his newspaper. Betty stuck her tongue out at Cathy and Bud slumped into his chair.

"Bud, sit up," Margaret said. "Your posture, really!"

Jim snapped his hand on the table and Bud sat up straight in his chair.

Margaret served the orange juice and sat down across from Jim.

"What about my dress, Father?" Betty said. "Have you thought about it?"

Jim put down his newspaper and looked across the table at Betty.

"Yes, I have thought about it," Jim said. "And the answer is no. We just can't afford the expense right now.'

"But Father!" Betty whined.

"That is enough, Betty," Margaret said. "Your father has given you his decision."

Betty pouted and stirred her coffee with a spoon. Shit, she thought. If it was something for Cathy, she'd get it. Damned little minx.

"What are you doing today, Kitten?" Jim asked Cathy.

"Going to the movies with Billy Peterson," Cathy beamed.

"And probably getting fucked in the back row of the balcony," Betty chimed in.

"That's quite enough!" Jim said. "You can go to your room. Leave the table."

Betty slammed down her napkin and whirled out of the room. They could hear her stomping up the stairs and then the slam of her bedroom door.

"I don't know what's gotten into her," Margaret said. "She's really turning mean."

"I told you," Bud said. "It's those friends of hers at school. That Paula, for one, she's a real ball buster."

"Bud," Jim warned. "Watch your language in front of your mother and sister."

"Sorry, Kitten," Bud said. "Sorry Mother."

"Bud, you've mentioned this girl Paula before," Margaret said. "Is that the new girl who moved into the old Thomas house?"

"Yes," Bud said. "The word around school is that she's a dyke. Got thrown out of some fancy Eastern school for making a pass at one of the other girls."

"What's a dyke?" Cathy asked.

"Nevermind." Margaret said. "You don't want to know."

"But I do," Cathy said. "What is it?"

"A 'dyke' as Bud so colorfully puts it," Jim said. "Is a Lesbian. A woman who makes love to other women."

"Oh," Cathy said.

"Where did you hear these stories, Bud?" Margaret asked. "Who told you?"

"Hell, everybody knows about it," Bud said. "It's all over the school."

"Well, if Betty is hanging around with this girl, I think we ought to find out about these rumors, don't you, Jim?" Margaret said.

"I don't like rumors," Jim said, "and I don't like people who spread them."

He glared across the table at Bud.

Bud tried to pull his head inside his T-shirt.

"I was just telling you," he said.

"And I'm telling you that I don't want any rumors spread around here," Jim said. "Let's find out the facts first."

Bud grumbled something under his breath and slugged down his orange juice. He got up from the table and slung his leather jacket over his shoulder.

"Where are you going?" Margaret called as he walked out the door. "You haven't had any breakfast yet."

"Not hungry," Bud said. "See you later." .

They heard him rev up his bike outside and tear off down the driveway. He headed down the street and the sound of the engine disappeared.

"I think we may have some trouble with him," Jim said. "I'd better have a talk with him when he gets back tonight."

"I wish you would," Margaret said. "He's turning into a wild one."

Betty lay on her bed staring at the ceiling. If only she were with Paula. It would be so much better. Her parents were really getting to be old creeps and that Bud, she couldn't stand him. He was turning into an animal. Always running around with those creeps on motorcycles and making obscene remarks to all the girls.

Paula was so nice. She couldn't stand to be away from her. Maybe she and Paula could go away somewhere for the summer. That would be heaven - just the two of them off in a mountain cabin or somewhere. Then they could make love all day and all night.

Betty slid her hand between her legs and rubbed her crotch. She wanted Paula's tongue in there so bad. She could almost feel it. Later on that day she would be with Paula. Beautiful Paula, the most wonderful girl in the world.

Betty slid her hands up her body. Her round little tits were hard and standing up straight. She wished Paula were there right now, she could take her big tits in her hands while Paula played with her tits. That was one of her favorite things when Paula let her fondle her big, healthy breasts. Betty felt the warmth flowing in her pussy as she rubbed her tits, thinking about Paula, her wonderful Paula.

Sliding her hand between her legs, Betty felt themoistness oozing from her pussy, sliding over her hand as she rubbed the crotch of her panties. Paula was the prettiest girl she had ever known and the nicest. She wasn't like anyone Betty had ever met before. She wanted to spend her life making love to Paula.

"Betty, can I come in?" Margaret said, tapping on Betty's door.

Betty quickly sat up on the edge of her bed, smoothed down her skirt and composed herself.

"Yes, Mother, come in," Betty said.

Margaret opened the door and closed it behind her.

"I want to talk to you, Betty," Margaret said sitting down on the bed next to her daughter. "It's not just your attitude lately, which is one thing I want to talk to you about"

"Oh Mother, really," Betty protested.

"Just listen to me a minute," Margaret said. "You've been behaving in a petulant, poutish and most disagreeable manner. Especially towards your brother."

"But Mother," Betty interrupted again. "He's terrible. The way he dresses and the way he acts - and those friends of his!"

"That's the major thing I want to talk to you about," Margaret said. "Your friends. One of them in particular - Paula."

Betty's face turned white. Did her mother know? How could she guess?

"There seems to be a lot of talk going around about Paula," Margaret continued. "I'd like to have your version of the rumors that are spreading around the school."

"Who told you?" Betty demanded. "Bud, I'll bet."

"Yes it was Bud," Margaret said. "Now what about it? What do you know about Paula? Is she a Lesbian?"

"Paula is the sweetest, dearest friend I've ever had," Betty said. "She's - well, she's just wonderful."

"You're not answering my question," Margaret said. "Is there something more than a 'friendship' between the two of you?"

"Mother, I - " Betty broke down and threw herself in her mother's lap. "I love her, Mother. I love Paula. I can't help it. It's something that I just can't help."

Margaret put her hand on the back of Betty's head and ran her fingers through her daughter's short, curly dark hair.

"Don't cry, Betty," Margaret said. "Please, don't cry. Listen to me."

Betty pulled herself together and stopped sobbing. She pulled a hankerchief out of her pocket and blew her nose.

"That's better," Margaret said. "Now listen to me. It's alright to love someone - anyone, if that person is worthy of your love. But you have to be prepared to pay the consequences if the object of your love is not approved by society. Like white girls and black men. If you really love Paula, we'll stand by you. But be sure you are ready to accept the disapproval of most of your friends and most of society at large. Are you?"

"Yes, Mother," Betty said passionately. "I'd do anything for Paula."

"That's fine," Margaret said. "For right now, but what' about years from now. If this relationship of yours gets around, you'll have a tough row to hoe. Don't fool yourself about that. Unless, of course, you keep it all a big dark secret."

"I don't care who knows," Betty proclaimed. "I want the world to know!"

"That's all very fine and good," Margaret said. "But let me tell you a little story."

Betty lay her head in her mother's lap and put her arms around her waist. She had not expected Margaret to take the attitude that she had. She wondered what her mother had to tell her.

"A long time ago," Margaret said. "When I was in college, before I met your father, I had a friend. Her name was Augusta.

"She was the prettiest girl I had ever seen in my life. So vivacious and charming. Everybody liked her. She was my roommate and most of the time I felt like a complete wallflower around her. She had boys calling her all the time, begging for dates. She had to turn most of them down, but they kept calling anyway.

"I couldn't understand why she didn't seem to care about the boys she dated. Rarely did she date a boy more than once. She just seemed to be the eternal social butterfly, flitting from one boy to another.

"Anyway, Augusta took a liking to me. I was flattered, of course. Anyone would have been. She would buy me little presents for no apparent reason - I mean, it wasn't my birthday or Christmas or anything. She'd just hand me something or I'd find it on my dresser with a little note saying something like, 'For Margaret, my angel,' or some such thing."

"I thought it was sweet and although I couldn't afford to return the gifts - I didn't have as much money as Augusta did, I did little things for her. Like taking her turn at chores that we had to do around the dorm, doing her laundry for her. Little presents of a sort, you know."

"But I noticed at night that Augusta cried a lot. She would try not to let me know and would be as quiet about it as possible. I let on that I didn't know for a long time, but one night I just couldn't stand it. I had to know what was bothering this wonderful girl. What on earth could be wrong? She had everything. She was pretty and popular and fairly well off. It just didn't make any sense that she was so unhappy about something that she would cry herself to sleep every night of the week."

"I crept out of bed and walked to the other side of the room where Augusta's bed was. She was lying with her face to the wall, crying quietly. I lifted the sheet and crawled into bed with her. I put my arms around her and held her to me."

"What's wrong, I asked her."

"Oh Margaret, she wailed and turned to me, holding me tight."

"I was shocked by the fury with which she clutched me, holding me so close and covering my mouth and neck with kisses."

"Margaret, I love you, she wailed. I can't help it. Please, forgive me."

I didn't know what to think. I had never known anything like this before. I was from a small town, very much like Springfield. I had not known that such things existed.

"But I love you, too, I said. I love you, Augusta.

"But it's not the same, Augusta sobbed. I mean I really love you. I want to make love to you.

"I had known what she meant, so I wasn't shocked. I really wasn't. I cared so much for her that I wanted to make her happy.

"That night we made love. I felt her warm, hot tongue in my pussy and I slid my lips over her vagina and thrust my own tongue into her cunt. It was a wild feeling. One that I had never experienced before.

"Augusta knew that I was experiementing, that I didn't know what I was doing. But she didn't mind. She was happy to get whatever I was willing to give her - to accept whatever crumbs of my affection that I cared to bestow on her.

"Things changed after that night. I felt guilty about it and avoided Augusta as much as I could. I stayed out of our room whenever I could, only returning in time to go to bed.

"I put in for a room transfer for the next semester. I just couldn't sleep in the same room with Augusta after what had happened between us. When my transfer came, I moved out without saying anything. I just moved my things and when Augusta got back to the room, she found me gone.

"It was all over the papers when she killed herself. I don't know if it was because of me or not. Maybe it was, maybe it was something that she would have done anyway.

"But the point I'm trying to make is that I wasn't ready to accept the condemnation of my friends. That was stronger to me than my love for Augusta. So, Betty, I want you to consider very strongly what your feelings are. If you are ready to take the good with the bad, and if you think that Paula is worth the pain, then I'll stand by you. But it's your decision and I want you to consider it fully." Margaret stood up and left the room. Betty . lay on her bed for a long time thinking about what her mother had said. And about her mother. She was quite a woman. Betty had never suspected.

Cathy and Billy sat in the dark movie theater, huddled down in their seats. The lights were dim and there was little chance that anyone would see them, but neither one wanted to take the chance. It was quite a risk that Billy's sister had taken letting them into--the theater. They weren't 21 and that was the rule at the theater. She could lose her job if the manager found out. So Billy and Cathy tried to be as invisible as possible in the dark movie theater.

On the screeen, there was a scene going on in an old Western saloon. There were lots of girls dancing on the stage and a roomful of cowboys watching them from tables. The girls' tits were exposed above their brief costumes and as they danced their pussies showed. They weren't wearing anything under the short skirts.

The main girl was called Crystal. She was a very pretty girl with long blonde hair. She had the biggest tits of any of the girls and she was interested in one of the cowboys, called Black Sam.

Black Sam sat at his table, feeling his crotch as he watched Crystal and the other girls go through their dance routine. You could see that Black Sam was getting a hard-on. His big thick dick was showing against the tight legs of his pants. Crystal danced out on the runway in the saloon and-lifted her skirt. Black Sam was sitting right in front of her. She showed him her furry little snatch and wriggled her ass as she lifted her skirt. Black Sam reached up to touch her, but she pulled back and twirled away.

Cathy felt Billy's hand slide around her shoulder and down the front of her sweater. Her budding breasts were already hard from the excitement of watching the movie. Billy's hand gently squeezed her left tit and Cathy squirmed. She was afraid someone would see, but she liked it.

Crystal and Black Sam were alone now in the back room of the saloon. Crystal was leaning against the table and Black Sam was standing in front of her. He reached out his hands and took hold of her bare tits. She stuck her tongue out and licked her lips as Black Sam gripped her nipples with his fingers and twisted.

Cathy slid her hand over and felt Billy's thigh. She squeezed the boy's leg and he rubbed his hand over her hard young tit.

Crystal pulled at Black Sam's zipper and opened his fly. She reached her hand inside and took hold of his dick. She pulled it out and began to stroke his meat with her hand while he fingered her tits, squeezing and pinching her hard nipples.

Black Sam's cock was long and thick. The foreskin covered the head. Crystal pushed the foreskin back and rubbed her thumb over the head of the man's cock. It was big and red. He pushed up her skirt and pressed himself against her, driving his dick between her legs as she leaned back on the table, supporting herself with her hands.

Cathy slid her hand up Billy's leg and felt the hard cock in his crotch. She put her fingers around the shaft of the boy's dick and slowly manipulated it as Billy gripped her left tit in his hand. He reached over with his other hand and slid it up under her sweater. Cathy felt his hand take hold of her naked boob and she thought she would cream her panties.

Black Sam pushed his cock into Crystal's pussy. The camera panned down and gave a close up of his thick meat sliding into the girl's pink pussy hole. She spread her cunt lips wide and his dick slid in deep. He pulled his cock out slowly and then slid it back into her eager cunt.

Cathy fumbled with Billy's zipper and pulled it down. She reached inside his pants and took hold of his tender young cock with her hand. It felt wonderful in her hand as she slowly stroked the smooth, hard flesh of young Billy's dick.

Black Sam lifted Crystal's legs up. She slid back on the table and pulled her ass to the edge of the table. Her ankles rested on Black Sam's shoulders as he plunged his dick into her cunt. The camera was below them now and you could watch the underside of his cockshaft sliding into the tight pussy of the girl who was stretched out on the table.

Cathy pulled Billy's cock out of his pants and began to stroke it vigorously as he put his hand under her skirt and slid it up to her crotch. Cathy could feel his fingers sliding along her tender young slit as he rubbed her pussy through her panties. Cathy's hot little cunt let go with a flood of quim fluid and stained her panties as Billy rubbed her.

Black Sam was really plunging his cock into Crystal's pussy now. Sliding it all the way back to the head and then ramming it in to the hilt.

Crystal was flooding his dick with her quim cum. It dripped from her pussy onto the table as he slammed his meat into her cunt.

Cathy could feel the tightening in Billy's cock. It was so hard now. She gripped it with her hand and pulled it all the way down and then back up to the head. Billy was breathing hard as she stroked his meat. Her pussy was wet as Billy slid his hand inside, her panties and rubbed along her almost hairless crotch with his fingers.

Black Sam pulled his dick out of Crystal's pussy and shot white gobs of cum into the air as he shot off his load. He shot stream after stream of the creamy white fluid. It arched in the air and splatterd onto the girl's pussy as she lay back on the table, letting him shoot his load all over her hot, aching snatch.

Billy shot off in Cathy's hand and let out a moan as he felt the'hot cum shooting out of his balls and splatting against the back of the seat in front of them. Cathy felt his finger slide into her pussy and she gasped. She felt dizzy and faint as her little cunt released its flood of hot, sweet juice onto Billy's finger.

"It's nice having all the kids out of the house for once," Jim said.

"Yes, it is," Margaret agreed as she snuggled up to him on the couch in the den. The TV set was sliowing an old movie that they had seen together when they were dating. It brought back fond memories for both of them. .

The night they had seen the movie, they had both been in college. Jim was living in the fraternity house and Margaret was in the girls' dormitory. Anytime they had alone together had to be stolen. That night they decided to try to sneak into the fraternity house. Most of the brothers were out and so after the movie, they had walked back to the frat house. Jim had gone in first to see if the coast was clear.

"Come on in, Margaret," he whispered. She scuttled up the steps onto the porch and into the front door of the house. Jim's room was on the top floor and they hurried up the stairs, hoping that no one would see them.

At last they were alone in Jim's room with the door closed behind them.

"Oh Jim," Margaret whispered. "I feel so sneaky."

"Don't worry about it," Jim said. "Come here."

Margaret crossed the room to where Jim was standing. He put his arms around her and pressed her against him. She could feel his hard dick pushing against her through his pants. She pressed her lips to his and slid her tongue inside.

Jim fumbled at Margaret's blouse, pulling the buttons open. He reached his hands inside and held her jugs in his hands through the restriction of her bra. Margaret's tits were not overly large, but they were firm and full. Jim's prick ached as he pressed his crotch to hers and felt her supple boobs with his hands.

"Jim, I'm afraid someone will catch us," Margaret protested.

"Don't worry," Jim said. "My roommate is out on a hot date. He won't be home till very late. Come on, let's get our things off and get to it."

Jim unbuttoned the rest of the buttons on Margaret's blouse and pulled it out of her skirt. He helped her off with it and hung it on the back of a chair. Margaret slipped down the zipper on her skirt and stepped out of it. She folded it and lay it on the chair next to her blouse.

Jim slipped his sweater off over his head and slung it to a corner of the room. He kicked off his shoes and unzipped his pants. His cock was already hard and as he slid his trousers off, the head of his prick poked through the opening of his boxer shorts.

Margaret reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. It fell forward and she slid out of it and lay it on top of her skirt. Then she slid down her half-slip and stepped out of it.

Jim pulled off his socks and dropped them on the floor. His boxer shorts slid down over his hips and his cock flopped out. It was rampantly hard now and ready for action.

Margaret reached up and pulled the string to turn off the light. Then she slipped her panties down her thigh and stepped out of them. Jim walked over to her and pressed his body against hers. Margaret could feel the hard, thick cock standing-up straight between them, pressing against her belly as Jim encircled her body with his arms.

He pulled her tightly against his naked body, feeling her jugs squashed against his hard chest. Margaret pushed her tongue into Jim's mouth and felt his cock throb against her soft flesh as they clung to each other in the dark room.

"Let's go to bed," Jim said.

Margaret let Jim lead her to the single bed against the wall. He pulled back the bedspread and she lay down on the squeaky mattress. Jim slid onto the bed next to her and pulled her body to him. Margaret felt his hands slide down her thighs and she reached down and took hold of his cock in her hand. His thick dick filled her hand and Jim rubbed the smooth curves of her legs and hips as he ran his tongue along her neck. Margaret gasped at the feelings that Jim was arousing in her. She held tightly to his cock as she began to stroke the thick, hard man tool.

Jim eased his knee between Margaret's legs, spreading them open as he pushed her over onto her back. Margaret lay back and opened her arms, spreading her legs wide as Jim climbed on top of her.

Margaret felt the thick piece of meat sliding along her pussy slit as Jim rubbed up and down on her body, kissing her neck and sliding his mouth down to her tits.

A great sigh came from Margaret's throat as she felt the head of Jim's cock probing at the lips of her pussy. She felt the slick juices of her cunt swelling to meet his thrusting cock as Jim reached down with his hand and positioned his dick.

"Take it slow, Jim," Margaret whimpered. "Please, don't rush."

Jim kissed her on the mouth and slid just the head of his cock into her pussy. Margaret could feel the thick, round head of his cock resting just inside her hot pussy lips. She gasped as she felt his cock slide in just a little more and clutched his back with her hands.

"Please," she cried. "Take it easy. Please, take it easy."

Jim slowly, so slowly slid his cock into the tight, moist opening of Margaret's twat. He felt her pussy muscles expanding to accept his intruding cock and he slipped her some more dick as he pressed his hips forwards.

Margaret's cunt opened like a blossom as Jim slid his cock all the way to the balls inside her. She let out a little cry as she felt the thick, long cockshaft slide into her pussy and Jim's balls rub against the crack of her ass when she raised her knees and pressed them against his body.

Jim felt the hot throbbing in his prick as he began to slowly slide his cock back, slipping it out to the head and then slowly pushing back into the hot, wet loye cave of the girl on the bed. Margaret's hands clutched at his back and her legs pressed against him as Jim slid his cock into her pussy, driving it deep, deep into her pleasure pit.

Margaret groaned and writhed beneath him as Jim began to plunge his dick into her hot cunt. She released a wave of passion juice, flooding his hard meat as he rammed it into her pussy. Jim could feel the swelling flood of slick quim juice sliding over his dick as he rammed it into Margaret's hot box.

Margaret dug her nails into Jim's back as she raised her ass up from the bed, the springs squeaking wildly as he plunged his fuck pole into her pussy, slamming her back to the mattress and pinning her to it.

"Oh Jim," Margaret cried. "Oh Jim, fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Margaret was thrashing on the bed and Jim was hanging on tight, ramming his prick deep into her pussy as he felt his nuts slap against the crack of her ass. He banged his banana into her split as he creamed all over her, ramming his cock deep and filling her pussy with his hot cum, squirting wad after wad of his hot young love juice into the girl's aching, gasping pussy.

"Remember the night we saw this movie the first time?" Margaret asked Jim.

He took her hand and placed it in his crotch. His cock was hard as a rock.

"Sure I remember," he said. "Want to do it again?"

"Come on," Margaret said. She grabbed Jim's hand and led him running up the stairs to the bedroom.