Chapter 7
"Hi Billy," Cathy said into the phone. "It's Cathy. How are you?"
Billy was surprised. Cathy had never called him before. He was pleased, though.
"I'm fine," he said. "How are you?"
"Listen," Cathy said, " would you like to come over to my house and hear my new record albums?"
"Sure," Billy said. "That sounds like fun."
"Okay," Cathy said. "Come on over."
Billy hung up the phone. He was really happy.
Cathy put the phone down and walked out to the kitchen. Everyone was out. She had the house all to herself. She opened the refrigerator and took out a soda. This was going to be fun.
Billy jumped on his bicycle and rode the short distance to the Anderson house. He was tickled that Cathy had called him. He rang the doorbell and waited for her to answer the door.
"Come on in, Billy," Cathy said as she opened the door. Billy walked into the house and Cathy closed the door behind him.
She was wearing shorts and a halter top. She really looked cute. Her pony tail hung down her back and it switched from side to side as she walked up the stairs, leading the way to her room. Billy followed her and watched her ass wiggle as she walked up the steps in front of him.
"This is my room," Cathy said. She closed the door behind Billy and they were alone.
"There are the records," Cathy said. "I joined a record club and this is the package they sent as the introductory offer."
Billy looked through the records. There were some of his favorites in the stack. He chose one and handed it to Cathy.
"Can we hear this one?" Billy said.
"Sure," Cathy said. "I'll put it on."
She took the record out of the jacket and placed it on the turntable. She flipped a switch and the record began to spin. It was a hard rock group and the little room was filling with the sounds of drum beats and electric guitars.
Cathy took Billy's hand and pulled him over to the bed. She lay down on the bed and Billy joined her.
Cathy's hands slid over Billy's body as he lay beside her on the bed. She slipped a hand inside his shirt and felt the tautness of his stomach. Billy felt his dick getting hard as Cathy pressed herself against him. He could feel the softness of her tits as she leaned into him, putting her mouth on his.
Billy's hand rubbed along Cathy's back. He slid his hand under the halter and pulled it around in front of her. His hand closed over her tit and he took her nipple in his fingers and played with it. It responded to his touch and was soon getting hard.
Cathy's hand slid down the front of Billy's body and she groped him, taking hold of his cock through his pants. Billy felt her unzip the zipper and reach inside. She gripped his cock in her hand and pulled it out.
Billy lifted the halter and Cathy's sweet young tits were exposed. He held them in his hands as Cathy slowly stroked his dick. She covered his mouth with hers and slid her tongue into his mouth. Billy felt the tightness in his crotch as his dick got harder and harder. His nuts were aching.
Cathy crawled down the bed and took the head of Billy's cock in her mouth. She closed her lips over it and flicked her tongue across the head of his cock. Billy gasped as he felt Cathy's hot tongue, licking at his dick. She took about half of it into her warm, wet mouth and slid her tongue around the shaft of it.
Billy moved his hands down and felt Cathy's tits as she sucked on his cock. He gripped her tender young breasts in his hands and pumped his dick into her mouth.
The rock music was blaring through the loudspeakers. As Margaret unlocked the door to the house, her ears were assailed by the heavy beat of the music.
"Cathy!" she called up the stairs. "Cathy, turn that thing down."
There was no response. Cathy did not hear her mother over the sound of the music that was turned to a very high volume. She lay between Billy's legs, her mouth on his cock, sliding it in and out of her warm, wet mouth as Billy humped his hips upwards, driving his cock down her throat.
Margaret walked up the stairs. Cathy knew better than to play her phonograph so loud. Even if there wasn't anyone else at home, she knew that there was a certain level that she was supposed to play her music at.
Margaret turned the knob to the door of Cathy's room and was assailed by the sound from the speakers.
"Cathy. . ." Margaret started to say. But she stopped.
Cathy looked up from where she was lying. Billy jumped off the bed and stuffed his cock back into his pants.
"Mrs. Anderson," Billy sputtered. "I. . ."
But he didn't finish. There was nothing to say.
"I think you'd better go on home, Billy," Margaret said.
Billy slinked out of the room and ran down the stairs and out of the house. He jumped on his bicycle and sped away.
"I don't know what to say," Margaret said as she stood looking down at Cathy. Cathy had not moved from the bed. Her halter was up and her tits were exposed. She just sat there looking at her mother.
"I'll have to think about it," Margaret said. "I'll talk to you later." She turned off the phonograph and walked out of the room.
Cathy lay back on her bed and slid her hand between her legs. She rubbed her crotch through her shorts and felt the warmth and moistness from her pussy with her hand.
She unzipped her shorts and slipped her hand inside. She felt the soft, furry patch of hair in her crotch and slid a finger along the slit of her cunt. The moistness of her pussy was spreading as she inserted a finger into her twat. She pushed her finger deep into her snatch and rolled her hips back and forth, driving it deeper into her hot littl&box.
Margaret turned on the coffee pot and sat down at her place in the kitchen. She didn't know how to deal with what she had found in Cathy's room. She wished that she hadn't come home early and found Cathy and Billy. It would have been better not to know.
Cathy gasped as she felt the hot rush of her cum spreading over her finger. She drove her finger into her snatch and goaned as she writhed on the bed. Over and over again her hot quim juice released and coated her finger with its sweet ooze.
Cathy pulled her finger out of her snatch and caught her breath. She was still hot and ready for action. She climbed out of bed and took off her shorts. She put on a skirt and pulled a sweater on. Then she tiptoed down the stairs and walked out the front door. She closed it as quietly as she could behind her and ran across the porch and down the street.
"I can't imagine what has happened," Margaret said to Jim. "She was in her room the last I knew."
"She can't have just vanished," Jim said. "Didn't she say anything?"
"Nothing," Margaret said. "Not a thing."
"She's been acting very strangely since that 'thing' happened to her," Jim said. "Do you think we should call the police?"
"I'm afraid so," Margaret said. "There isn't anything else to do." Jim walked to the phone and dialed the number of the police station. He waited while the phone rang and then someone answered.
The car slowed down and stopped. Cathy opened the door and climbed in.
"Hi," she said to the man who was driving. "Where you headed?"
"I'm going to Chicago," the man said.
"Great," Cathy said. "I'll go with you."
She slid over in the seat next to the man and reached in between his legs and took hold of his dick.
"Hey, what are you doing?" the man asked as Cathy groped him.
"Take it out," Cathy said. "Let me suck you off while you drive." She unzipped his zipper and reached her hand inside. Cathy's fingers closed around the man's prick and she pulled it out of his pants. She bent over and took it into her mouth and began to suck on his cock.
The man shifted into drive and pressed his foot down on the accelerator.
Cathy's tongue slid around the head of the man's cock. She licked the shaft of his meat as she slipped her mouth down along it and took it into her throat. He could feel the warm wetness of her tongue as he gunned the gas pedal and they sped off as Cathy sucked on his dong.
Cathy's hand slipped inside the man's pants and she gripped his balls in her hand while she slid her mouth up and down on his prick. He spread his legs out and Cathy pulled his nuts out of the opening in his pants. She took one of his balls in her mouth and licked it while she stroked on his prong with her hand.
The man was weaving on the road as he pumped his cock upwards. Cathy took it back in her mouth and drove it down her throat. She sucked and licked at his cock as he pumped his meat into her mouth. Cathy felt the tension in his nuts as she held onto them. He rammed his hand down on the back of her head and drove his cock into her mouth. Cathy took his load into her mouth and swallowed it. She gulped down the hot, creamy cum as it spurted from the head of his cock and slid down her throat.
Cathy sat up and slid back to her own side of the car. The man stuffed his dick back inside his pants and zipped up.
"I'm going to have to stop for gas," the man said.
He pulled off the road and drove into a filling station that was at the side of the road. Cathy said she was going to the wash room and slipped out of the car.
The wash rooms were located in the rear of the station. Cathy found the ladies room and went inside.
When she came out there was a big burly man leaving the men's room. Cathy liked the looks of the big bulge in the front of the man's pants.
"Where are you headed?" Cathy asked him.
"St. Louis," the big man said.
"Would you give me a ride?" Cathy asked.
"Sure," the guy said. "It's the big truck parked out front. I have to pick up some things from the station. Wait in the truck for me.
Cathy nodded and slipped around the side of the station. The man she had come this far with was waiting in his car. She stayed close to the building and waited until she saw that he was looking the other way, then she darted across the open space and made it to the truck. She climbed up and opened the door. She slid onto the seat and slammed the door behind her.
"What are you doing on the floor?" the trucker said when he climbed into the cab.
"There's somebody out there I don't want to see," Cathy said.
The trucker thought she was acting a little strange, but figured it would be alright. He stepped on the gas, shifted into gear and they took off.
Cathy stayed down on the floor of the cab until they were out on the road. Then she sat up in the seat beside the truck driver.
"Name's Fred," the trucker said.
"Hi," Cathy said. "My name is Bonnie."
Cathy could not have explained why she had decided to lie about her name. There was a lot about her behavior in the last few days that she could not have explained.
They drove onwards down the highway and Cathy slid over next to the trucker. She put her hand on his leg and slid it upwards to his crotch. She felt the healthy bulge of his dick and groped him.
"You're a hot little number, aren't you?" the trucker grinned as Cathy pulled the zipper on his pants down. She reached inside his pants and took hold of his dick. It was getting hard as she pulled it out of his pants and held it tightly in her hand.
Cathy slid the skin back from the head of the man's cock and rubbed it with her thumb. She felt the slick ooze that was forming from the piss slit in the head of the man's cock and covered the head of his cock with it. She pulled on the shaft of his dick and slid the foreskin back and forth over the head of it.
"Suck it," the trucker said. "Go on, little girl. Suck my dick."
Cathy bent over and opened her mouth. She spread the foreskin back from the head of the trucker's cock and took it into her mouth. Her tongue slid along the ridge just under the head of his prick and she licked at the head.
"That feels great," the trucker said. "Really great."
Cathy slid her mouth down on the shaft of his cock. It was big and filled her mouth as she took as much of his dick into her hot little mouth as she could. She slid her tongue round and round the thick stick of meat and rammed it as far into her mouth as it would go.
The trucker leaned back against the back of the seat and pushed his hips up. He drove his thick cock into Cathy's mouth, shoving it in as far as he could. He felt her warm, moist lips closed tight around the staff of his meat and her tongue rubbing against it as she slid her head up and down. Cathy was doing a great job on his cock and he felt the tightening in his nuts as he got ready to shoot off.
He grabbed hold of Cathy's head and shoved it down on his dick. He buried his meat in her mouth as he shot off, spreading his cum down her throat as he pumped his dick into the hot, wet mouth.
Cathy kept on sucking on his dick after he had shot off. She couldn't get enough of it. She licked and sucked on his prick, sliding it down her throat and holding it tightly with her lips.
The trucker felt his cock hardening again as Cathy continued to suck on it as they drove ahead.
"Could she have run away?" Officer McNamara asked.
Margaret and Jim had not wanted to admit it to themselves. But that seemed to be the only answer.
"That seems to be it," Jim said. Margaret stifled a sob and Jim put his arm around her shoulder.
"Any ideas on where she might be headed?" McNamara asked.
"N-one," Margaret said. "None at all."
"We'll need a photo of her and if you have any idea what she was wearing that might help too," McNamara said.
Margaret went to the mantle and took down the framed photo of Cathy that was there.
"This is the best one we have of her," she said as she handed the photo to the policeman.
"Cute kid," McNamara said. "We'll have this copied and send it out on the wire service. She should be fairly easy to spot."
Jim walked to the door with the officer and let him out. He returned to the living room and sat down on the couch beside Margaret.
"Don't worry, Margaret," Jim said. "They'll find her."
"Oh Jim," Margaret said. She threw herself into his arms and sobbed. He put his arms around her and held her as she cried against his shoulder.
The truck pulled up in front of a diner and the trucker parked. Cathy jumped out of the cab and walked with the driver into the restaurant.
"Hi Fred," the waitress said. "Who's this?"
Cathy and Fred sat down at the counter.
"This here is Bonnie," Fred told the waitress.
"What ya doin', kid," the waitress asked.
"Running away from home?"
"No," Cathy said. "I don't have a home."
Fred took the menu that the waitress held out to him and studied it. The waitress gave Cathy a hard look. She knew there was something odd about Cathy. She hoped Fred wouldn't get in trouble over her. It was obvious that Cathy was a runaway and she was lying.
"Guess I'll have the pot roast," Fred said. "How about you, Bonnie?"
"Just a hamburger," Cathy said. "And a Coke."
The waitress went to fill the order and Fred lit a cigarette. Cathy looked around and saw the ladies room. She excused herself and slipped off the stool and walked across the diner to the wash room.
"Where did you find that kid?" the waitress asked Fred. "You know she's a runaway."
"That's what it looks like," Fred said. "I picked her up at a filling station outside of Wilmington."
"Well, you'd better dump her," the waitress said. "The cops are probably looking for her. You could really get in a lot of trouble."
"I know," Fred. said. "But what can I do? I can't just leave her."
"If you're smart you will," the waitress said. "You want me to call the cops?"
"No," Fred said. "Let me take her to St. Louis. I'll leave her at my sister's house. She'll know what to do with her."
"Okay," the waitress said. "It's your neck." Cathy came back from the wash room and sat down beside Fred. The waitress brought their food and they began to eat it.
When they were done, Fred paid the bill and they went back out to the truck.
"You want to crawl up in back and take a nap?" Fred asked Cathy.
"Sure," Cathy said. "That would be great." She crawled into the bunk that was fixed up in the back of the truck cab and was soon fast asleep as the truck sped into the night, carrying her farther and farther away from home.