She was gasping and panting as she pushed against him, pressing her pussy toward his cock. When his cock was halfway in, he got on top of her and cupped her buttocks in his hands. He began fucking her with long, slow strokes. She threw her arms around his neck and covered his face with kisses. She murmured soft, sweet phrases of endearment.
When his cock was worked completely into her, he shuddered from the delicious sensation of its being completely sheathed in her hot, tight pussy. He pressed his mouth against hers and her lips opened wide as she received his tongue. She sucked and nibbled at it and her hips began thrusting him with more urgency. Catch responded and began fucking her with harder strokes. Miss Graves threw her legs into the air and wrapped them around the small of his back and lunged up at him, meeting his cock with each stroke. Catch's balls pressed against her small, hard ass each time he thrust into her.
Catch drew himself up on his knees. His hands went under her buttocks. He lifted her pussy up to his cock and he began fucking her furiously, withdrawing it until only the head remained. He pushed forward again until it was buried deep within her slender body. The semen boiled and grew within him until he knew he could no longer control it. Miss Graves sensed that he was close to his climax and began wiggling her hips from side to side. The additional stimulation was too much for Catch and he exploded into a violent orgasm.
He watched as his come reached the inner recesses of her cunt. Miss Graves went into her own orgasm. The two of them thrashed about on the floor for several minutes until their respective orgasms had passed and they slowly, reluctantly, floated back to earth.
Catch and Miss Graves began a furtive affair which lasted until the end of his senior year. She worked with him and tutored him, educating him in a way that was much more extensive than the public school system could offer. With Miss Graves' help, Catch had made applications to more than twenty colleges in the South and Southwest regions.
By the end of his senior year, Catch had not received confirmation from any of them and the first weeks of his summer vacation were spent in nervous anticipation. He worked hard to save money for his pending college education. There wasn't enough money to be had working for his father for that summer the catches were poor. He applied for, and got a job as private chauffeur to a wealthy local family.
The pay was good and he liked the work, but there was only one catch for Catch.
The family had this daughter…
Ima Swine was her name and she was as homely as her name implied. The wealthy family pronounced their name Sween, but Swine was more apt for Ima. She was a stocky, clumsy girl with bad complexion and stringy hair. All the money and tutors in the world had been spent on Ima, but still, she was a disaster. In addition to being moody, she was a spoiled, testy girl with a nasty temperament. Catch assumed that Ima was still a virgin, not from the way she acted, but because of her appeal-or lack of it.
Every chance Ima could get, she arranged it so she was alone with Catch. After delivering her father, who Catch liked a lot, to his place of business, Catch was free until it was time to pick the old man up. Ima, who was good at manipulating her ineffective mother, often arranged to have Catch drive her to shopping, take her to visit friends or occasionally drive her to the Bayou Country Club where the family were prominent members.
Catch dreaded these excursions. Ima had done everything except out and out propositioning him, and he feared that that was coming.
Ima, like most self-centered, egotistical boors, had no conception of what she really looked like. She had purchased herself a bikini, thinking that it might help to turn young Catch on. She told her mother that she was going to have him drive her to the Country Club and she felt like sunbathing.
'I don't know why you don't get some exercise, Ima. It would be good for your figure,' her mother whined.
'What's wrong with my figure, bitch?' Ima screamed at her mother.
Mrs. Swine retreated to another room and left her daughter to her own devious devices.
For appearances sake, Ima put on a beach robe, accompanied by a large, floppy beach hat and matching sandals. When Catch pulled the black Cadillac up to the front of the house, Ima was waiting, impatiently tapping her foot.
'Where've you been?' she complained. 'I called down to the garage over ten minutes ago.'
'Your father asked me to vacuum the floor in the back. That's what I was doing when you called.'
'Well, from now on, you come immediately when I call, you hear?'
Catch said nothing, but held the door open for Ima. Ima undid her beach robe as she strolled down the steps and he caught a good look at what she was wearing underneath. Catch winced and turned his head away. Ima, as usual, managed to brush against him as she climbed into the back of the limousine. Catch suspected that if it weren't for propriety, she would have ridden in the front where she could have a freer access to his body.
Ima settled herself in the back seat and lit a cigarette. She puffed on it dramatically, assuming that Catch was watching her in the rear view mirror.
'It's a good day for sunbathing,' she commented.
Catch didn't answer. She was miffed. Either he didn't hear her or didn't care to.
'I said, it's a good day for sunbathing!'
'I guess so,' Catch answered noncommittally.
'It's hot in here,' Ima said, taking off her beach robe and displaying her heavy body.
'Do you want the air conditioner on?'
'No!'
Ima pulled the beach robe down to her lap and allowed her puffy fingers to crawl down to the area of her cunt and began to fondle the pudgy vaginal folds beneath the fabric of her bikini.
Ima may have been self-centered and plain, but she was not without a lively imagination to sustain her.
She closed her eyes tightly, rerunning the scene in her mind to suit herself.
She stood at the top of the stairs, posed like some bright young model in a vaginal spray commercial. The long sweet Cadillac, looking more phallic than usual, pulled up at the bottom of the steps. Catch, handsome in a sky blue uniform, jumped out and rushed along the car, profusely apologizing for being late.
'I'm sorry, Miss Swine, I didn't mean to keep you waiting. Please forgive me.'
'That's all right, Catch,' she said grandly and held out her hand to be guided down the steps. A shock like electricity passed through their bodies, one to the other as they touched. He boldly looked into her eyes and then quickly turned away.
She knew what he was feeling. She was feeling it, too. As he opened the car door for her, his hand brushed against her hip. Catch blushed and murmured his apologies. Ima upbraided him, firmly but gently.
When she was seated in the back seat, she modestly covered herself with her robe. Catch got behind the wheel. She could feel his piercing eyes watching her in the rear view mirror. He wanted her. It was as plain as the pretty nose on her face and she did find him attractive. But after all, she was Ima Swine and he was merely a chauffeur and yet…
The limousine swerved, barely missing another car on the highway.
'Pleassseeee! Keep your eyes on the road,' she admonished.
'I'm sorry, Miss Ima, but I…'
Suddenly he pulled the limousine off the road and switched off the engine. He turned around and stared at her openly… lust dancing in his eyes.
'What do you mean by this, Catch?'
'It's no good,' he blurted. 'I can't think of anything but you. I can't keep my eyes on the road when I want to let my fingers do the walking.' His voice was hoarse and husky with desire.
'This is unthinkable! Now, turn around and drive me to the Country Club and we'll forget the whole incident.'
'I can't. I can't.'
He began to crawl over the back seat. Ima stared at him in terror.
'Don't scream,' he whispered as he clamped his hand over her mouth.
She pulled it away. 'But, the other cars…'
