waves, until her whole body was convulsed with the delicious delirium. Cathy's tightly closed eyes revealed a wild fireworks display, as her orgasm peaked, and then started to fade away.
She gasped, and her green eyes fluttered open. She saw the dark stain on the carpet from her pussy cream, and grinned wryly at it.
Her whole body still tingled from the sweet orgasm which had flowed through her. But it wasn't enough.
More and more, Cathy knew it wasn't enough. She was desperate to get her cherry popped. She really wanted to feel a thick, big cock stuffing that tiny little hole, giving her the same sensations as her little finger, but even more intense.
She got up on rubbery legs, and put her clothes back on. She wiped up the stain on the rug, and started to tackle her homework until supper.
That night, Cathy, lying on the bed studying math, came across a puzzling problem that she couldn't solve. She got out of bed, and padded to the door, thinking her father could help her.
She went downstairs to the living room, thinking they might be watching television or listening to music.
But they weren't there.
Cathy was puzzled. It was still early, and her parents didn't usually go to bed early. She checked the kitchen, which was also empty, and then went upstairs.
They must have gone to bed early, but if they did, Cathy was still puzzled. They had left all the lights on.
She approached the door of her parents' bedroom. And she heard voices.
She stopped. There was something different about their voices tonight.
Were they quarreling?
She crept closer to the door, intent on eavesdropping. If anything were wrong, Cathy wanted to know about it.
She put her ear to the door and listened. And then she heard laughter.
'Ohhh, oh, no, you big brute. What on earth are you doing?'
Cathy's frown deepened. It was her mother's voice. It sounded different, almost as if she were frightened of something, but still, Cathy didn't think she was scared.
'I'm going to fuck you until you come out of your ears!'
Cathy trembled and her pussy creamed wildly. Her father was fucking her mother. Cathy had to watch. She had never seen anyone fucking, and she needed to learn about it.
Her mother's moan was low, guttural. Cathy slowly turned the knob of the door, and opened it, peering in. The bed was against the wall, and afforded Cathy a clear view of what was going on.
She gasped, and shivered. Her father was naked, and so was her mother.
Her mother had spread her legs. Cathy saw her pussy meat clearly. Her mother had a ripe, beautiful figure. Cathy took after her.
The only difference was that her mother's cunt was bigger, and it was covered with a gleaming bush of thick, blonde hair.
Cathy's eyes widened when she saw her father's prick.
'Oh, no,' she whispered to herself, not even conscious that she was articulating the words aloud, 'it couldn't be that big. That would kill me!'
Shivering with a pleasurable fear, Cathy watched her father get on top of her mother. His buttocks were very, very muscular, his long, lean frame glistened with sweat.
She saw his balls dangling between his legs, as he placed his mammoth prick against her mother's glistening pink meat. Cathy thought she would faint with the hot excitement that coursed through her young body.
She saw his massive shaft start to disappear, as he plunged it into her mother's cunt.
'Oooh, unh! That feels so good,' her mother gasped. 'Oh, Bob, put it all the way in, ooh!'
The words her mother was crooning made Cathy's ears sing with the blood that rushed to her head. She had never known her mother could talk so wildly.
Her father's muscular buttocks started to rise in the air, and Cathy saw his thick stick appear. Now it was glistening, coated with her mother's pussy syrup.
Cathy's breath came in quick puffy gasps. Her hand reached down into her pajama bottoms, and she began to rub her own pussy meat.
'Oh, Bob, it feels so fucking good. Oh, faster, Bob, faster. Oh, Bob, I want to come.'
Her mother's hips started to hump upward, as her father's dick disappeared again into the creamy depths of her mother's hole.
'Hang on, darling, I'll make you come,' her father said. His buttocks rose high in the air, and then came down, as he drove his cock, like a pile-driver in and out of her mother's dark hole.
'Remember the first time, darling?' her mother gasped. Cathy watched her mother's arms snake around her father's neck, as he drove his cock with increasing speed in and out of her mother's cunt.
Cathy remembered the story. She had heard her mother, talking to some of her friends over drinks one night, when her father was working late.
As she rubbed her hand over her pussy, she visualized it, the way her mother told it. Lots of the women told stories that night, but Cathy thought her mother's story was the sexiest.
They were both teenagers, still in high school, and they were both fairly well-off.
They had come from conservative backgrounds, but apparently they had hit it off on their first date.
On their second date, they had gone to the movies. They hadn't wanted to part company. Her father had suggested a walk in the park, and Cathy's mother had said yes, readily.
It was an unusually warm evening and there was not a soul in the park.
Being bold but little scared at the same time, Bob had kissed her, and Cathy's mother had responded ardently.
Their mouths had met hungrily, their eagerness intensified by the fact that what they were doing was forbidden. Sparks flew when they kissed.
Her father, Bob, had started to explore her body, the way the boy had explored Cathy's that very afternoon. It was the story of her mother's first time that had driven Cathy to allow the boy the liberties he took.
She had allowed his hands to wander all over her breasts, and then down over her waist, her hips, and her lovely rounded ass cheeks.
They knew they were going to go all the way.
Scared that someone might come, they didn't strip. June, Cathy's mother, raised her skirt up to her hips, and Bob pulled off her panties. Then her father had taken his cock out of his fly.
Her father had entered her mother's pussy gently. It had hurt a little, since she was a virgin. Her mother had begged her father to break her hymen, and he had.
Cathy, her eyes blurred with the lust which bloated her, stared at her father. He was now humping her faster and faster. Her mother was moaning wildly.
Her mother's hips moved wildly, and her father's dick was making funny wet sucking sounds. The sounds only caused Cathy's hand to move faster and faster over her little virginal pussy meat.
She was jealous. She wanted to have a man pumping her full of his scum, wanted to feel a man's dick spreading her cunt hole wide.
Her mother's body heaved insanely under her father's humping body.
'Ohhh, Bob, keep it up. Oh, it's like heaven darling.'
Cathy's face screwed up as the lust became stronger and stronger, a force not to be denied.
'Yeah!' Cathy's father gasped. 'I'm going to come, June. I'm going to come.'
'Oh, do, darling. Come. Ohh, I'm going to come, too!'
Cathy's mother did start to come. Cathy recognized the spastic motions, the sudden wild flurry of activity. Her mother's limbs thrashed wildly on the bed, her arms clutched greedily around her husband's neck.
Then her father grunted, and he started to come. Cathy was fascinated with the way his ass muscles rippled when he drove his cock deep into her mother's cunt.
Soon, both of them collapsed, breathing noisily, clutching each other.
Cathy gritted her teeth, and her body jumped and twitched like a puppet on tangled strings, as her rubbing hand brought her own pussy into delicious tumult.
She felt her face get red, as she held her breath, to prevent herself from crying out with the hot, searing
