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An Enthusiastic Fucking
by Sterling
Chapter 10 of 11
"Cathy, want to come over this afternoon and try out that new Wii game?"
"Sure,
Tom." Tom was a nice guy and kind of cute too. They'd talked off and on
at school, but he'd never invited her over before.
He offered her a Coke, they played with the Wii thing, which was lots
of fun, then they ended up sitting around the kitchen.
"Tom, you wanna fuck me?"
"Huh?" Tom asked.
"You know, fuck. Penis in vagina."
"Gee, Cathy, I ..."
She could see this wasn't anything he expected.
"It's OK, I just thought it might be fun."
"Well, sure, but ... I've never done it," he said.
"I've had to do it, you know, to stop barfing. A bunch of times. The
men love to do it, so I thought you might too."
"OK, it sounds great, if you really..."
She hopped up and headed to his bedroom, and he followed.
She
took off her clothes without fanfare, then turned to face him. His eyes
were glued to that spot between her legs that all the men loved so much.
"You gotta strip too!" she said.
He
did, stumbling a little on the leg of his jeans. There was no bulge in
his underpants, and he hesitated a moment before taking off that last
article. He stood awkwardly and didn't meet her gaze. His penis was
small to begin with and it was floppy.
"Can I play with it?" she
asked. She had gotten glimpses of the men's penises, but she hadn't
played with one. The first bunch of times she had been too sick to
care, but the last couple times, with Mr. Johnson, she was kind of
curious.
He didn't object, so she zoomed in with her fingers to feel the strange
little soft thing. "It's nice," she said.
He relaxed a little at her approval, and she kept playing. It started
to grow under her caress, however inexpert.
"It feels nice, Cathy... Can I touch you too?"
"Sure!"
Cathy lay back and spread her legs wide so he could look at her female
parts. She felt confident in her body, especially that part, because
the men got so excited when they fucked her.
He touched her so softly she could barely feel it.
After
a minute, she interrupted. "You can do more than that!" she said. "Let
me show you." With one hand she held her lips open, with the other she
shoved Tom's big finger up her pussy hole.
Tom looked stunned
but very, very interested. On his own initiative, he slid his finger in
and out, looking to see if she would object. She didn't, of course.
"Now, you stick your thing in where your finger is now."
She held her knees up and spread her legs wide, so he could get at her.
He
shuffled up into position, looking a little awkward, but the geometry
was easy enough. She felt a poke, then she felt it slide in just a
little. He didn't have their pelvises tight together, so she reached
out with her hands and adjusted him slightly.
"Wow," he said when his penis was in her. It felt tiny to her -- not
much bigger than his finger.
"Now go in and out," she said.
He
did. He looked like he was having fun, but not the same kind of fun the
men had. After a while he said, "That was neat," and slid out.
"Good!"
So it wasn't the same thing. Kind of disappointing, but then he was a
boy and not all grown up. She didn't really enjoy sex the way the men
did or the way the big girls and women did on TV and in books and
stuff. So maybe he'd have to grow up before he thought it was
super-exciting too.
"Hey Cathy!" Tom called, catching up with her in the corridor at school.
"Hi Tom."
"That was so cool the other day. What a neat idea."
"Glad you liked it."
"You want to come over and do it again? You know my brother Corey?"
"Yeah." Corey was one of the bigger boys, four years older than Tom.
"I told him and he said I was incredibly lucky, and he'd do it to you
in a flash if you'd let him."
"Sure, that sounds like fun." It would be cool to hang out with Corey.
Corey
was a big boy, but he seemed as nervous as Tom when he pulled his
underpants off. But he had hair and a bigger penis. It felt nice in her
hands and got really hard.
It was thrilling to see how excited
he was as he prepared to shove his dick up inside her. He came ten
seconds later and his pleasure was wonderful to see. For the purposes
of treatment, those few seconds probably wouldn't have qualified as
zestful and enthusiastic fucking, but this wasn't treatment.
Cathy
took to hanging out at Tom and Corey's most days after school. Their
parents were never there in the afternoon. Corey's friend Matt came
over too, and he was as enthusiastic about fucking her as Corey. He
licked her nipples, and she liked that. He also had the fattest cock
anyone had ever shoved up inside her, and it felt nice.
Tom
still did it to her too, but Cathy had the sense it was mostly so his
brother and his friend would think he was grown-up enough to want to
fuck a girl.
After the fucking, they hung out and Cathy loved
hearing the big boys talking about everything -- teachers, music,
sports, and big girls and how they never would have sex. She soaked it
all in. Usually they wanted to fuck her again before the afternoon was
over, and Cathy was great with that too.
A week or so later,
Damon and Evan showed up at their house. Corey and Matt were 13, but
Damon and Evan were even older, maybe 16.
"Where's Cathy?"
When she appeared, they looked her up and down. "So this is the famous
Cathy Ferber. You like to get fucked?" Damon leered.
Cathy nodded, because it felt nice to make big boys happy with her
body. But she had a bad feeling about Damon.
"Rock, paper, scissors for who goes first," Damon said.
They tied the first time, rock against rock, but the second time Damon
wrapped Evan's rock. Corey showed them to his room.
After Cathy stripped, the naked Damon looked her up and down.
"You're a little girl," he said, talking more at her than to her.
"No boobs. But they say you've got a sweet, tight pussy."
Cathy didn't say anything.
"Do you suck cock?" he asked.
Cathy shook her head.
"It tastes good, honey," he said, holding his stiff cock out at her.
She shook her head again.
"Well, let's have at your pussy, then," he said.
Cathy
lay back as usual and Damon mounted her and drilled in. "Very nice,
very nice," he moaned, eyes closed. "Just like they said." He lasted
longer than some of them -- maybe two minutes, but he had his eyes
closed the whole time, finally coming with a simple, "Aaaaahhhhh!"
He rolled off. "Hey, you're OK, Cathy. Good girl!" and he patted her
head.
Cathy
didn't get up right away. Evan was coming, right? She faintly overheard
Damon's low voice from the living room. "She was hot; I could really
get into being a perv."
Evan appeared and shut the door behind him. "All ready to go, I see!"
he said, taking in Cathy laid out naked on her back.
Evan
didn't even strip, he just whipped his cock out of his shorts. "Let's
see how you feel up there," he said, and slid his cock into her. "Oh
yeah, very nice, just like Corey said. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, you're hot,
you CUNT!" He came in 10 seconds.
"Atta girl!" he said, ruffling her hair as he stuffed his cock back
inside.
By the time Cathy had dressed and reappeared in the living room, Damon
and Evan were gone.
"So how was it, Cathy? You're getting to be very popular!" Corey said.
"I don't want to do it with them again," she said.
"Problem?" Matt asked.
"They weren't nice to me."
"OK."
But Damon and Evan appeared the next day, and Corey let them in.
"You got pretty Miss Cathy here again?" Evan asked, but then saw her
off to one side.
"Ah yes," he said. "You guys ever watch each other do it? We could all
do her right on the sofa there."
They all looked at Cathy, and she shook her head.
He hesitated a moment, then said, "OK, the bedroom then," walking past
her and waiting for her to follow.
Cathy shook her head again.
"Ah, c'mon baby," Evan said, tugging on her hand.
Cathy resisted.
"Hey, you guys want to hold her down while I do her? Take turns?"
Cathy looked at Corey, who looked back at her.
"Nah," he said in a small voice. Turning to Cathy, he said, "You don't
want to do it with him?"
Cathy could tell he was praying she'd relent. She shook her head again.
After the barest hesitation, Corey answered, "She says no. That's it.
Game over."
"You just let her decide?" Damon asked.
No one answered. Matt, Corey and Tom looked uncomfortable, but Cathy
stared straight at Damon and Evan in turn.
"You guys are a bunch of wusses," Evan said.
"Yeah,"
said Damon, "Can't get one your own age, I guess. Hey, she was fun for
a change, Evan, but let's go back to the real babes."
When they
left, Corey and Matt let out big sighs, showing just how tense they had
been. She got it then. Corey had bragged about how he and Matt did it
to Cathy. By offering her to Damon and Evan, he was hoping to raise his
own status with the big boys. With Cathy's refusal, he had lost
whatever ground he might have gained.
"You shoulda told them Cathy knows who the real men are," said Matt.
"Tell them it's not our fault they've got little dicks."
The three boys laughed.
"I'd like to see you tell them that," said Corey. "I'll call the
ambulance for you."
That was worth a few chuckles among the boys.
"They're not getting any from the big girls, you can bet," said Corey.
"Sorry, Cathy," he said to her, looking sincere.
That
tense incident broke the mood of afternoons at Tom and Corey's. Cathy
never went back. She thought about telling her mother, but decided
against it. She had this sense her mother would think she had been bad
to get in that situation to begin with.
"Yeah?" Cathy barely knew Elaine. She was a year older.
"I know you don't know me, but the word got around that you don't mind
having sex with boys -- at least you didn't used to."
Cathy
turned a little pink. She had the feeling that people were saying bad
things about her, though she didn't quite understand why.
"I'm the same way," she said. "I really like seeing boys get happy like
that. It's warm and cozy."
"Yeah!"
said Cathy, happy to meet a girl who understood. She had been missing
her afternoons at Tom and Corey's. There was so much to learn from big
boys.
"My big brother Isaac has a bunch of friends. They're
smart and nerdy but they know tons of stuff and they're really nice. I
wondered if you'd like to come over some time and meet the gang."
"Do I have to have sex?"
"They're hoping you will some day, but it's up to you."
"OK,"
she said. "But just to visit." She'd probably want them to fuck her,
but with her experience with Evan and Damon she wanted to check things
out first.
Isaac and Elaine's parents were never home in the afternoon either.
They lived in a big, fancy house.
"Hi,
Cathy," said Isaac. He was a lanky boy with a crooked nose, but Cathy
liked him at once. His look spoke of respect, and that meant everything
to her just then. "Let's show you around." The two of them and Elaine
toured the place.
It took a while. The house wasn't just full of
fancy furniture and paintings, like a few of the other rich kids she
knew. They showed her a woodworking shop, a sound recording studio, a
room set up to be an electronics and computer lab, their own bedrooms
and a few guest rooms.
Isaac introduced her to three other guys working in the electronics lab.
At last Isaac, Elaine and Cathy sat in one of the living rooms.
"Here's
the deal, Cathy. I want to have sex with you. I knew you were pretty,
but from your questions these past few minutes I can tell you're smart
and fun too, and that's even better. The deal is that you get to hang
out here with all of us and be part of our crew, and at least now and
then you have sex with me. I feel kind of creepy saying that, but at
least you know from the start what the deal is."
Elaine said,
"The other guys do it to me, and we have lots of fun, but Isaac's my
brother and he doesn't want to have sex with me. Incest or something."
"It's not the principle or anything -- I just don't feel like doing it
to her."
"Have you ever watched other people doing it?" Elaine asked.
Cathy shook her head.
"Jesse and I love to have people watch us, so you can -- up to you. Hey
Jesse!" she yelled. "Can you do me now?"
One of the boys from the electronics room appeared.
Isaac said, "You wanna stay? You can wait in the library if you'd
rather."
Cathy was fascinated and stayed put.
"Woof, woof!" said Elaine, kicking off jeans and panties and getting on
hands and knees.
"Growl!"
went Jesse, stripping quickly. He also got on his hands and knees and
poked his nose right into Elaine's rear end! Cathy could see his tongue
reach in to lick, while his big-boy cock twitched between his legs.
After thirty seconds, Elaine went, "Arf! Arf! Arf!".
Jesse
reared up behind her and positioned his twitching cock at her opening.
Cathy didn't even know people could do it that way! He shoved his
twitching cock up Elaine's pussy and began thrusting in and out.
Cathy saw Isaac adjust the front of his pants as he watched.
The
doggy didn't take long with his bitch. In under a minute he let out a
guttural "Unnnnhhhhhh!" He pulled back with a sigh of great
satisfaction and after a moment hauled himself up on the sofa.
"Poor Isaac has to watch this every day and never gets any for
himself," Elaine said.
Cathy
had planned to just visit and think overnight about whether she wanted
to take them up on this deal or not. But she could see the bulge in
Isaac's pants and felt a little damp herself.
Cathy got up and knelt beside Isaac. She reached out her hand to touch
the bulge in his pants.
"There's your answer, brother!" Elaine chortled.
Isaac looked a little pale as he asked her earnestly, "Are you sure?
You don't have to."
"Isaac!" Elaine said, excited and a little exasperated. "She wants you
to fuck her! So go fuck her!"
He
led her to his room. Twice more he asked her if she was really sure.
Just before he slid into her he confessed this was his first time. That
gave Cathy a little tingle.
Penises were different sizes and
shapes, even if you didn't count ones like Tom's. Isaac's was pretty
average. Whatever the size or shape, the guy behind the penis wanted
so, so much to stick it right up the hole between her legs. Sometimes
she idly wondered why. If she magically grew one of those she wouldn't
want to stick it in Elaine, for instance. It was just the way boys
were, she guessed.
And once their cock was up inside her,
something about her vagina -- pussy, cunt, snatch, twat -- made them
want to shove it in and out. Something made it feel really good, and it
always ended the same way. Isaac didn't last ten strokes, but the
intensity of pleasure on his face when he came made Cathy smile. She
felt him swell and twitch inside her. When he pulled out, some of the
sperm stuck to his cock, some oozed out of her, and some, she knew,
stayed up inside. That's what it was all for, of course, getting the
sperm up in a big girl to start a baby. She wasn't a big girl and they
knew she wouldn't grow any baby, but for some reason they still really,
really wanted to shove into her, poke really deep, and wet the inside
of her like that. She didn't mind. That's what her pussy was made for,
she realized -- taking guy cocks, giving them a wet hug while they
wiggled frantically back and forth, and then taking their goopy stuff.
Kind of like getting peed in, in a way.
Big girls and women
loved it, she knew. They thought it felt fantastic and had those same
really happy feelings the guys did. Someday she'd find out, she
guessed. In the mean time, it felt thrilling to let a nice big boy like
Isaac feel so good doing it to her.
Being
at Isaac's house was an amazing experience. They were so smart.
Watching them create websites, hack programs together, make movies,
play board games ... there was so much to learn. A lot of it went over
her head. But any time she asked, the boys explained patiently what was
going on. They never made fun of her.
It wasn't just Isaac who
wanted to do it to her. All of the boys developed the habit with her of
getting down on one knee, taking both her hands, and asking if she
would be willing to have sex with them. Occasionally she said no, and
while they were disappointed, they never questioned her. Usually she
said yes. And when she did, their big, hot, teenage bodies possessed
her. They rarely lasted long before they made their sighs or shouts or
moans of ecstasy and their teenage sperm surged into her pussy. They
were always very thankful.
Mostly Isaac fucked her twice each
afternoon, while the boys did her once and Elaine once. Jesse was the
horniest and one afternoon he fucked her four times in two hours, along
with doing Elaine once.
Cathy
dreamed of cocks surging urgently up her cunt, of big boys' faces
intent with concentration, and of their utter ecstasy when they came
inside her. They were nice dreams.
Cathy thought that any good
boy who respected her deserved his pleasure. Why shouldn't she give
what she had to offer? She didn't want to entertain any boys at her
parents' house, and Isaac didn't want more people joining their group.
But Isaac's parents did have a sort of carriage house on the property,
and Isaac reluctantly let her use rooms there for entertaining all the
boys she wanted.
Sometimes she used two or even three of the
bedrooms. After a boy had finished, he could lie on the bed in peace
relishing his experience. Before joining a naked boy in the other room,
Cathy made a quick stop by the bathroom. She took to sticking a finger
up inside her and pulling out the sperm she could easily get and
letting it plop into the toilet -- the boys knew that other penises
were ejaculating inside her, but they didn't like to be aware of it
directly and liked it if her pussy wasn't too goopy.
Some of the
boys brought her flowers or candy or poems. Some brought her CDs or
books. She liked it best when a boy brought her flowers he had picked
or a poem he had written.
But if she heard that a boy had been
mean to someone else, particularly a girl, she wouldn't have sex with
him. Girls knew what Cathy did and how much the boys liked it.
Sometimes she felt like a judge while the girl told her how mean the
boy had been and he tried to talk his way out of it. The girls were
always right. The girls were always right except for Arlene -- she was
devious.
She never spent the whole afternoon in the carriage
house. She always made some time to hang out with Isaac and the other
boys and Elaine.
Cathy's
lovers knew that if her parents found out, the arrangement they liked
so much might come to an end, so they were motivated to be discreet. No
one wanted to tattle. Cathy wasn't the only one who let boys have sex
with her, though she did it way more than the others. But when dozens
of people are in on a secret, it slips out sooner or later.
Alison
got the news by phone at 9pm, and waited anxiously for Jon to come home
from one of his "treatments" a little before 10. She told him
everything she had heard. Cathy had already gone to bed, but it was too
important to wait until morning.
"Cathy, honey, we need to talk. Come out to the living room, OK?"
"Brian's mother tells me you've been having sex with him and some of
the other high school boys. Is it true?"
"Ummm, yeah," said the girl who had just turned 10 years old.
"Sometimes."
"Why didn't you come to us? You know you never have to let anyone do
anything with your body you don't want, right?"
"Yeah, I know."
"You know we'd protect you, don't you?"
"Yeah, I know that. I love you both so much." Cathy teared up a little.
There were several seconds of silence.
"So?" asked Alison.
"I
like it," Cathy said softly. "I have to do it with Mr. Johnson to
prevent the disease, you know, and I like it. I like how he gets happy.
It's warm and nice. Daddy liked it too, those times we did it. So I
wanted to see if it would be nice with other guys too. And the big boys
like it."
"Oh, Cathy, it's not your job to make boys happy. Sex
is something men and women do when they love each other. It's not
something young girls like you are supposed to do at all. It's only
because of this horrible disease..."
"I still have to do it, whether I should or not. So I've been doing
more of it."
When
it sank in to Alison that her daughter was not a helpless victim, she
got angry. "Well, that's the end of that! You are not allowed to have
sex with anyone except for your treatments with Mr. Johnson, is that
clear?"
"But mother!"
"Has this been happening over at
Elaine's? I know you two have become such good friends, and I'd thought
that was wonderful. But maybe there's not enough supervision over
there. How many boys have you done it with? Four? Five?"
"Um, yeah, I guess. More than five I guess."
"I want the name of every boy who's taken advantage of you."
"But mother! That's like tattling! And no one's taken advantage of me!"
"You may not think so, but they're older and it's their job to know not
to manipulate you."
Jon
spoke for the first time. "Cathy, you say it's your idea. Is that
really true? Has any boy done it to you when you didn't want him to?"
"Umm.... no." Times like Evan were kind of borderline, but basically
the answer was no.
"I've heard you talk about Isaac and his friends. Have you had sex with
them? Be honest."
"Umm, well -- duh."
Alison burst in with, "I can't believe it! Well, that's the last time
you go over there!"
After Cathy cried herself to sleep, Jon and Alison talked in bed.
"I think you came down on her pretty hard," said Jon.
"She's a total slut! I can't believe it!"
"Maybe. But the world's changed."
"Not like that, it hasn't. A slut is still a slut."
"I
have sex with girls, Alison. I see what it's like for them. Once you
open that door, things are different. The girls like to see me have an
orgasm."
"I don't want to hear about this, Jon!"
"Well,
I'm sorry, but it's important. Other men report the same thing. Not all
the girls, of course. A few are sullen, and a few are obviously
thinking of nothing at all, and for them it's like getting a shot. But
most of them get into it. And that's healthy."
"It is not!"
"If
you don't believe me, look it up on the web. We men are fucking them
zestfully and enthusiastically. If we're not into it, they aren't
protected. A girl experiences a man sexually excited, lying on top of
her, thrusting right up inside her. Whatever you may think of sex, it's
not healthy for her to just pretend it's not happening or not care.
Cathy likes it. So why not help other men or at least other boys feel
the same way? It's not crazy."
"Listen, Jon, she's my daughter, and I'm not going to have her fucking
the whole town!" shouted Alison.
Cathy
was nasty to her mother, sullen, and depressed. She stopped doing her
homework. A week passed and there was little improvement.
When
Cathy said Isaac wanted to talk with him, Jon readily agreed. He would
have been most comfortable meeting him alone, but Isaac said he wanted
Cathy to be there too.
"Mr. Ferber, I guess it would have been
better if I'd asked you and Mrs. Ferber before having sex with Cathy.
But I figured you'd say no."
Jon nodded. Alison certainly would have said no. He was also aware that
Isaac was an uncommon boy to be able to talk so openly.
"I think she's old enough to decide these things for herself, and of
course she does too, but you and your wife don't agree."
Jon decided not to go into the differences between how he and Alison
thought about things just then.
"Part
of the deal I originally put to Cathy was that she could be part of our
group with computers and music and making movies if she'd have sex with
me."
That sounded to Jon like the sort of manipulation Alison would be livid
about.
"I knew I could say no, daddy. I said no plenty of times, right Isaac?"
"Yes, Cathy. A few times, anyway. But you could."
He
turned back to Jon. "Even if you don't think that kind of offer was a
good thing to do, it seems terribly unfair to Cathy to make her stop
coming. We'd all like her to come back, and we'd promise not to have
sex with her."
Jon knew how much Isaac's gang meant to Cathy,
how much she loved it and how much she learned there. Alison had agreed
about that part, but once she found out about the sex all that had
faded into insignificance.
"But the truth is, Mr. Ferber..."
Isaac had been very self-assured up to that point, but now he looked
down and blushed a little. "I'm in love with Cathy. I'd like to have
her as my... girlfriend." He started talking more rapidly. "I know that
sounds crazy -- a 16-year-old boy and a 10-year-old girl. But I like
her more than the girls my age -- she's more sexy."
Jon could
understand how a boy would feel that way. But he said, "Sorry, Cathy,
but you can't really love Isaac. You're not old enough to know what
that kind of love is." He thought about Tina.
Isaac answered
before Cathy could. "I didn't say she loved me, I just said I loved
her. I was jealous when she was having sex with those other guys, but
it wasn't my place to control her. But now she's willing to be my
girlfriend."
"Yeah, daddy. I have to have sex with someone. I've
been having sex with Mr. Johnson, right? And I have to, right? I'd
rather have sex with Isaac instead."
"More than once a month, though, I suspect?"
"Yeah, daddy, of course!"
Isaac
finished laying out his plan. "Here's what I'm hoping we can do. I'll
guarantee that Cathy won't have sex with anyone else -- well, at least
I'll promise to tell you right away if she does. I want her all to
myself, you see, so that won't be hard for me. She'll get to hang out
with all of us again. And then I'm hoping she can sleep over sometimes.
Or I can sleep over here sometimes."
Isaac was a confident young
man to even make a proposal like that. But it made a lot of sense to
Jon. Cathy had to have sex, one way or the other.
The image that came back to him over and over was Betsy. He'd love to
sleep with Betsy every night.
"You know Cathy might change her mind any time."
"No, I won't," she said.
"I know that," said Isaac. "She'll probably break my heart some day.
But in the mean time, it's worth it. It's well worth it."
Jon
felt a pang in his heart when he thought of Betsy. If he weren't
married, and if Betsy were more like Cathy in personality, in wanting
to make a man happy... He could imagine sleeping with her every night,
fucking the little angel each night and each morning, just absorbing
the essence of the pure creature into his soul. It was just a fantasy,
of course. They would have little to talk about and she would grow up
too and break his heart ... but the fantasy ... the fantasy.
Jon
put Isaac's proposal to Alison. He listened patiently while she ranted
and raved. She was never happy about it, but she relented. Cathy had to
have sex with someone, and she figured it was no worse for it to be a
couple times a week with Isaac than once a month with Mr. Johnson.
In
fact, Cathy and Isaac usually had sex first thing in the morning, last
thing at night, at least once in the afternoon, and often in the middle
of the night. But that wasn't a detail Cathy's mother needed to know.