Cathy had a small frame, large breasts, milk-white chubby face and short black hair. She was a curious 18-year-old - more so than most, especially when it came to that pulse-quickening world of sexual sensation. Even at a very early age she had explored her own body; pushing the nerves and receptors to such levels that strange muscular contractions made her gasp and moan into her pillow. Now she was older in her teenage years and lived with her mother in a small apartment. Cathy took great pains not to let her mother know she was masturbating, which wasn't easy because masturbation had become habitual.
Her mother had male lovers over often, which fascinated Cathy. She would press her ear to the wall listening in earnest as these men pushed their hardened cocks into her mother's cunt or mouth. Her mother would whine and whimper, but it never sounded genuine. Cathy was disgusted with her mother's carrying on. The sound of a cock being sucked was another story; Cathy would close her eyes and listen to every sound the men made, not aware that her own mouth gaped wide as if in waiting. She tried hard to visualize what the man's face might look like when he finally came. Often these men would grunt or groan loudly; others simply let out gasping breaths. Cathy's fingers would be busy between her own legs, rubbing furiously into the damp heat of her sex. Most often she would stop herself from cumming, for fear of being discovered; other times it was impossible to hold off against the internal wave of bliss that made her long to cum. During those moments when control was lost she would fall away from the wall, clasp a hand over her mouth and cum hard in the darkness of her bedroom, writhing in the sheets and pushing her head into the pillows to quiet her raspy breath.
Cathy was not a virgin; she lost it when she was drunk. Her very impaired boyfriend managed to get an erection long enough to get into her, but he was too drunk to continue, and it ended with him getting sick. The second time they had a chance to go at it he started to hump her frantically, popping out of her overly tight hole and cumming in her hand before she could help him get it back in. The ordeal was over in less than one minute and needless to say, it eventually shortened the relationship. Cathy then found another boyfriend, he lasted longer, but had the same furious fucking urge that left her unsatisfied. He would get his face into her snatch and stab his tongue in and out of her hole a few times, then look up at her, surprised she hadn't started screaming like the women in most porn flicks. He would mount her, fast-fuck her for almost one minute and cum inside her. Cathy was beginning to learn that sex with teenage boys was different than the sex she had listened to through the wall of her mother's room.
Cathy then settled into a relationship that was more to her liking. She fell in love and her boyfriend seemed to be too. Cathy placed less need on sexual fulfillment than she did on the love and that had helped her experience. Unfortunately, Cathy remained ignorant of the difference between love and sex and her heart broke badly when she found him cheating with one of her girlfriends. Apparently this girl gave incredible blowjobs and nature had designed most men and her boyfriend too, to cum as much as possible. So what was he to do? The girl had held his cock while he pissed and then sucked him until he shot cum into her mouth. It was like one bodily function following another. For Cathy, it was as though he had never loved her. So, she broke off with him
Cathy had household chores, as most teens still living at home do. She would drag the laundry to the elevator, down the long hallway of the basement and into the laundry room. If she was alone, she could investigate for signs of what a man's cum might look like; how much there had been and what her mother had worn the night before that caused them to comment out loud, or be overly excited. One morning, Cathy found a red corset and black nylons. It repulsed her to think of her mother, whom she didn't like, wearing this sort of outfit and being fucked by some unknown man only the thickness of a wall away from her own bed. Cathy's small finger soon unraveled the stockings enough to show great wet stains where cum must have landed. There were splatters on the corset as well. She grimaced and tossed her mother's panties into the washer with haste. The shinny red panties where a mess of goo, half-dried, heavy and still sticky in the crotch. She took better care not to tear runs into the nylon stockings and separated them from the corset carefully.
Then one day everything changed for Cathy. Warren, an old friend of her mother and father had come to stay for a few weeks. Warren was 35-years old, quite a different level of experience than teenagers. He was helping with the rent and that pleased Cathy's mother. Her mother worked very hard to support the two since her father had left home and she liked to drink, so there wasn't much money in the home. Cathy's mother also had some private ideas for Warren too, those may have involved Warren's muscular body and bulging crotch. This was obvious by the way her voice changed when around him and how foolish she seemed to act. Although Warren was almost twice Cathy's age, she found herself looking him over. Warren had taken the room across the hall from the bathroom and Cathy's own room. He moved in his bed and some other personal things, but left everything else in storage. Cathy stayed at home more often when Warren was around.
One night her mother came home drunk and tapped lightly on Warren's door. She went into Warren's room and Cathy heard what was said by pressing up against her bedroom door. Cathy could hear her mother talking quietly with Warren asking him if he would like a drink and other such small talk. Warren must have said no because she could hear her mother coaxing him. Then she heard her mother bluntly offer to suck his cock. He must have declined, because her mother clearly announced with an intoxicated slur how she gave the very best head. She went on to explain how hard his cock would be and how much cum would shoot out when she made him cum. Warren declined again and the drunken woman staggered out of his room and into her own, passing out almost immediately onto her bed. Cathy was amazed he didn't go for the offer. He was a man after all and they needed to cum. Warren seemed mysterious now, different from the other men that had been there. Cathy went back to her bed and eventually fell asleep, but not before scheming.
It was a week later and Cathy's mother was out with a friend from work in some local bar, Cathy didn't care which one and failed to make any note of it when her mother called to say she would be late coming home. That evening, Warren sat in the living room and watched TV, while Cathy sat across from him pretending to be interested in the same program. She had on a short skirt with white nylon panties underneath and short white socks. Every few minutes Cathy would move on the chair trying to offer a glimpse but she wasn't sure Warren was looking. So, eventually she pulled her legs up towards her breast pretending she had no idea what was showing and started making small talk. Warren couldn't help noticing the gleam from the white panties and on further study, he noticed the contours of her cunt. He would look away, then back again, pretending not to notice. He was sure there was also a grayish spot there too, right in the soft of her crotch; no doubt some wetness he thought.
Cathy suddenly changed position so he could no longer see her panty-covered pussy. Her legs went down as if she was getting up off the chair and Warren showed no effect of her teasing. Warren was very interested, but he wouldn't let her know. No matter what he would fight the urge to follow his desire of fucking the hidden pussy behind that nylon material; its wetness beckoned him to his limits of resistance, but he resisted all the same. Soon Cathy did move into the kitchen and Warren followed her without thinking how it might look. Cathy could only suspect that there must be some interest, otherwise he would have stayed in the living room. So, she put it to another test. Squatting down as if looking for something in the lower cupboard, she allowed another potential flash of her crotch in his direction. This behavior continued for another hour or more; stirring Warren up to a point that he would have to jerk himself off before going to bed. That was what he planned on and that was what almost happened.
Later on, Warren closed his bedroom door, pulled down his jeans and started rubbing his cock through the fabric of his underwear. When it was hard, he pulled it out and started tugging the foreskin back slowly. Suddenly there was a soft knock at his door, which ended his attempt to masturbate. It was Cathy and she wanted to know if he could come to the bathroom and help her with something. He quickly stuffed his cock back into his pants and opened the door. Cathy stood before him wearing a pink see-through teddy. Her nipples were hard and made considerable protrusions into the very thin fabric. Warren couldn't help but stare and as he did, his gaze lowered slowly to Cathy's smooth thighs and the same white nylon panties he had only peeked at; were now in full view. The nylon material hugged her pudgy flesh tightly while a hint of pubic hair caused a slight change in profile at the very front and deep into the V between her soft thighs. Warren could almost smell her scent and it made him want to fuck her badly. He couldn't resist getting involved any longer. He stepped closer to her and she backed away toward the bathroom with a sly look in her eyes. He asked her what it was she needed and she wouldn't or couldn't say; she just bite her lower lip and backed up another step. Soon Warren had his pants and underwear down around his ankles and it was Cathy's turn to get an eye full. She looked straight down at his cock. It was large and uncircumcised. Warren took Cathy's hand and guided it to his cock, which immediately began to swell.
