Date: Mon, 01 May 2006 03:56:20 -0400
From: katy putain <katyputain@hotmail.com>
Subject: Katy's Cherry

Katy's cherry
By Katy Putain
katyputain@hotmail.com

Katy's other stories in Nifty:

What Katy Did
What Katy Did Next
Katy's brother
Katy's uncle
Katy's boyfriend Brad
Katy goes for a row
Katy breaks in Jodie
Katy does it with father and son

This story contains MF under-age incest


I've been getting all kinds of mail from you guys and girls and horny
in-betweens, but I mostly get requests for an account of how I first split
my little pink. So here's the story, best as I can remember it. I mean, I'm
20 now and it happened when I was nine, so you gotta allow for a little
poetic licence – I had a hell of a lotta meat in'n'outta my pussy since
then, y'know. Not that my first time wasn't special...

So I was nine years old. I can't remember when I started spending my Friday
afternoons in the boys' toilets sucking cock, but I know it had kind of got
out of hand by the end of the summer break of that year. It started out
during fall term, just Craig Boardman and Kyle Shearer, both two years my
senior, and me taking turns sucking their delicious cocks while they
fingered my little hairless virgin pink. They never tried to fuck me, just
rubbed and poked away with their fingers. Well, the fucking with those two
came a coupla years later. But back then, Kyle just had a way of diggin'
his thumb into me while he stroked my pre-pube fuck mound with his fingers
that kinda drove me nuts. I was generally sucking Craig Boardman's uncut
cock while Kyle was workin' away at my slot, always with my little cotton
panties just pulled tight round my thighs. He used to stroke himself while
he fingered me and watched me blow his buddy.

Trouble was they couldn't keep our three-way to themselves. That's the
thing about boys, huh? We do the cock-sucking but they're the ones who
can't keep their mouths shut. So pretty soon it was Kyle and Craig and the
Jewish kid, Jerry Kunst, and the brothers, Aldo and Franco Minnetti, Aldo
in my class and Franco in Kyle's, and then the black guys muscled in, JJ
Carlson and Beau Brummer. There was, like, a fuckun queue. I mean, I'd
developed a real taste for cock and, yeah, a hell of a blow-style, but it
was kinda tiring, y'know. It got so that I'd skip lunch Fridays during
summer break, head down to the boys' john in the bottom field behind
school, and the guy's'd toss coins to see who'd get furthest up the queue
for first blow. JJ Carlson kept talkin' about fucking me with his big black
pump-pole but he was just a smart-mouthed 12 year old who picked up that
nigger-talk from his big brothers. He used to get down on his knees and
watch real close as I blew the other guys and never even reached a finger
to touch my over-poked little pussy. I heard he turned cocksucker himself
when his family moved up state a few years later and it didn't surprise me
one bit. Yeah, I reckon he heard that black pump-pole shit on his knees
servicin' his older brothers.

Well, Friday afternoons of the summer break in my fourth grade saw me
seated on a can in the boys' toilets, my cottontail panties round my
thighs, fingers of more than one hand workin' my nine year old virgin slot,
and boy cock after boy cock dumpin' in my mouth or down my throat. I don't
know how many shirts I had to wash out there in the bathroom, scrubbin' the
boy cum off before I went home. There was the odd hand down my shirt,
playing with my little nips, but, hell, I hardly had anything to speak of
there, I was a skinny thing and my pussy was always goin' to be my prize,
not my tits.

I don't know how many guys were queued up by the end of August, but I
reckon it was damn near two dozen and I guess we all just lost track of
time that Friday afternoon my big brother, Milo, sprung us all at it. Thing
was, Milo had sort of got into the habit of pickin' me up Friday afternoons
in the summer. I'd wait for him out by the big lemon tree on the edge of
the field about four and he'd swing by in his pick-up on his way home from
whatever building site he'd been workin' on in the city and take me for an
ice-cream. That was my summer treat – least, that's what he thought. I
never let on I was hankering for something icy cold for my throat cos it
was burnin' from so many boy shafts scrapin' the length of it for the past
three hours or more. Jesus, Milo thought the sun shone outta me, and I damn
well worshipped him right back. He was 17 and all muscled up from two years
working as an apprentice on building sites across the city. He'd quit
school to spite dad when he was 15 and never looked back. I used to say I
was gonna do the same thing and Milo would get me in a headlock and say if
I ever turned up on one of his building sites, there'd be a major accident
cos the guys'd cream 'emselves checkin' out my sweet little girl ass. Then
he'd spank me while he held round the neck. Yeah, I knew even then his
fingers weren't catchin' in my panties accidentally and I loved the feel of
his hard hands on my soft skin, and the smell of him, all sweaty after a
day workin' that hot body of his in the sun.

Well, shit, I can't rightly recall who first set eyes on Milo that Friday
afternoon. It wasn't me, of course; I know I had my eyes tight shut, deep
in cocksuckin', pussy-pokin' heaven. It was Aldo Minnetti's nine year-old
cock I was servicing and his brother Franco's fingers working my little
hairless pink muck-hole – that much I do remember. The brothers always went
to work on my mouth and cunt together, swappin' round to take turns, and
when I finally twigged to the awful silence at the same moment I realised
Aldo had gone distinctly soft in my mouth, I opened my eyes and bit the
poor guy's cock head cos I saw Milo standing over us. Franco still had his
fingers in me; I guess he just hadn't heard Milo walking up behind
him. Well, I got that sort of a pussy, y'know: kinda mesmerisin', right.

Anyway, so the guys were sorta torn between splitting (which half of 'em
did, right then) and staring (which the rest of 'em did, God help me),
waiting to see the sparks fly. Aldo Minnetti's soft cock just slid of my
bottom lip, draggin' a whole boy-trickle with it. I remember wiping my lip
with the back of my hand as I sat there and slowly closing my thighs on
Franco's hand. He had his other hand on my knees, like he was set on
prising my legs apart, but he withdrew both his hands and sort of crawled
off to one side, his bare hairless ass on display, his shorts round his
knees. Aldo tucked his soft little cock away in his shorts.

"Yeah," was what Milo said, though I don't know how cos I swear I never
seen his teeth part or his lips move, he was that pissed right then: "You
better put your sweet little boy pecker away, kid, and let me tell
you... if I ever see it within a mile of my sister again, so help me,
boy..."

There weren't no doubt what Milo's hands might've done with Aldo's sweet
little boy pecker. Aldo and Franco Minnetti just backed right off. "Sorry,
Mister" and "Yeah, Mister" was what I heard, but I heard it all round, in a
whisper, till Beau Brummer, the oldest boy there, black and hung and with a
preference for havin' his pink balls sucked while he jerked onto my face,
piped up with:

"She's just a slut, man... your kid sister's a little slut, y'know? We
never forced her or nuthin'. We ain't raped her... You ask her, man, go on,
ask her, she wants it, man, she's always wanted it..."

Milo's hands were the biggest fists you'd ever laid eyes on and Beau
Brummer seen 'em, too. He put his hands up as the other guys backed off,
and just plain took off.

"Whoah, man, I'm outta here, okay, I'm goin', man... like, I didn't mean
nuthin' by it, y'know..."

"Get...the fuck... outta... my... face... you little... black... bitch..."
Milo spaced his words out over full seconds, like he was trying to keep
from beating the shit outta Beau. The little black bitch beat it then. I
heard his feet tearin' up the ground outside.

Milo and I were left alone. He had his back to me for a minute and I tried
to size up where things were headed from the squareness of his shoulders
and the fact that his hands were still clenched. Then he turned and I saw
the sweat standing out on his forehead.

"Katy... oh, Katy." Milo shook his head. I wasn't frightened of him
physically, never mind the clenched fists. He just wasn't the type. His big
blue eyes were moving over my legs, my skirt, my open shirt. I looked up at
his face, wondering, really, how the hell he was gonna deal with it. He
just stood there, shaking his head and saying, "Katy... Jesus, Katy," while
I swallowed hard and tasted cum on the back of my tongue, thinking I could
really do with Ben and Jerry's straight vanilla, y'know.

In his face I could see all the questions he didn't get out of his mouth:
How long had it been going on? How many guys had I blown? Who the hell were
they? Had they hurt me? But he only actually asked me:

"So is it true... what that little shit said? Are you a slut, Katy? Huh? Is
it true? Are you a cock-hungry slut, Katy?"

Milo stood there with his hands on his hips now, looking down at me like a
big brother looks down on his kid sister when she needs sorting out, y'know
what I mean. He was in his sweaty white tee and his dirty jeans and his
work boots and he cut a pretty hot big brother figure right there. I don't
know what I said to him – nothing much probably. My little cunt was a bit
sore from all that fingering and my throat was dry and scratchy despite
about nine gobs of boy cum blasting down it and, hey, yeah, I reckon I was
kind of embarrassed, being nine, and my big brother walkin' in like that
scaring everybody off – it wasn't so much that he'd caught me sucking cock
as that I'd have to face up to all those guys and their fuckun questions
about Milo and What Happened Next. They'd all be shitting themselves
worried he'd tell their moms...

"Open your legs."

Hard to say whether I hadn't half expected it. Milo standing there, his
hands on his hips, one eyebrow raised.

"Open your legs, slut."

I did. I spread my thighs. My panties were still stretched tight across
them, my pussy raw and exposed. My skirt was neatly folded on the concrete
floor, same as it was every Friday afternoon. I glanced down, to see what
Milo would see, I guess, and saw that my little hairless fuck mound was red
from so much fingering and rubbing. My slot was loose, the pink lips
swollen. I touched my little girl hole without thinking.

"Go on." Milo licked his lips. "Finger yourself. I wanna see you do
it. Finger yourself. Show me what the boys do to you, Katy."

I looked up at him as I slid first one finger then another inside me. I
rested my thumb just inside the top of my pussy and pressed, the way I
liked it.

"Fuck..." I saw that my brother was hard. One hand adjusted his cock inside
his jeans. Then, in a single glance, I saw his instant decision to take
this thing all the way. No way was he gonna be satisfied with a finger
show. No way I was either.

Milo loosened his belt and unzipped his jeans. His cock was forcing its
massive way out of his jocks, but it wasn't until he'd peeled his jeans
away from his crotch and slid them a little way down his hips that I
realised how big he was. The pink crown of his uncut cock peeked above the
waistband of his Calvins. The thick shaft snaked up from the bulge of his
ball sac. Milo lifted his tee over his head but kept his arms in,
stretching it over the back of his neck. Now I saw the beautiful trail of
his blonde pubes running darker and denser below his navel for the first
time. His stomach was hard as the bricks he hauled day in, day out, and his
dirty, sweaty pecs, covered in blonde whorls, were the horniest things I'd
ever laid eyes on. And, let's face it, for a nine year-old, I'd laid eyes
on a few horny things...

"I'll give you cock, Katy," he said to me. "If it's cock you want, bitch,
it's cock you're gonna get."

I licked my lips as he drew the waistband of his Calvins down and his huge,
smooth cock sprang out, bending a little to one side. Milo forced the
waistband of his jocks under his big, pink hairy ball sac, so all the goods
were on full show, to maximum effect, so to speak.

"You're fingering yourself pretty rough there, Katy."

It was true – I had four fingers working deep inside me pussy by now,
partly because, in the back of my mind, I knew I'd need to loosen my little
box up as much as possible, and partly because I couldn't help strokin'
myself like that thinkin' about so much cock so close to my mouth.

"Here." Milo leaned in close to my face and I could smell him real
good. "Allow me, honey."

And he spat on his fingertips and lowered his hand to the swollen lips of
my little slut box. As his wet fingers went inside me, I withdrew my own,
instinctively reaching for that thick, smooth shaft. I could barely close
my hand around it. Milo's lips were against my ear.

"Put it in your mouth, Katy. Go on... I know you want it, baby. You've
wanted it for a long time now... Get down on the floor like a whore... let
me fuck your face while I open you up, baby..."

His calloused fingers slid out of me but I was so desperate to get them
back inside me, I was on my back on the concrete, with my skirt under me,
in two seconds flat. My big brother lowered his cock into my face as he
bent over me, sixty-nine style, and pulled my pussy apart with his
fingers. My hands closed around the hairy base of his shaft as he began to
face fuck me with his teen boy cock. He tasted of sweat and pre-cum and the
smell of his crotch drove me nuts.

Milo moaned as he slowly dropped his shaft in and out of my throat. He spat
into my pussy and worked it with both hands, slipping fingers down to the
first knuckle deep inside me. Then he lowered his face into my cunt and I
felt his stubble on my thighs. My panties were still stretched tight as I
struggled to spread my legs for my brother. His tongue lapped at my little
labia and licked inside the lips of my smooth baby box.

"Oh, Katy..." he was whimpering between mouthfuls of my sweet girl cunt
"... I gotta fuck you, Katy, I gotta take your cherry, honey..."

He pulled out of my mouth and as I lay there trying to get my breath, spun
around above me, crouched between my legs, his jeans still around his
knees, and pulled my panties off. When they came over the ends of my toes,
he knelt in close and slipped them over his cock so that they hung around
the base of his thick wet shaft like a token.

"I'm gonna fuck you now, sis." Milo pressed my knees back, spreading my
cunt for his entry. I reached my hands up over my head as I lay on the
floor, my shirt open, my mouth dribbling pre-cum from half-blowing my big
brother's beautiful cock. The pink crown of it pressed against my swollen
fuck-mound as he leaned over me then, pressing heavily on my wrists,
pinning me to the floor. "Tell me, Katy... tell me you wannit. Say it. Say,
Fuck me."

My little nine year-old pussy was barely a couple of inches deep, so Milo
could only get his mushroom cock head and the top of his shaft into me but,
oh, baby, it was my first taste of being ploughed by boy cock and I don't
think I looked back from that day on.

"Fuck me." I know I barely moaned it as my big brother got inside me. His
face was hot against my neck. "Ohhh... fuck me..."

"Aw, sis..." Milo head-fucked my cunt-lips. "You `n' all them
boys... they'll be lined up doin' this to ya... Fuck, you're gonna be one
hot-pussied little bitch, Katy..."

They soon did. And I was.

"Say it again, sis..."

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

"Aw, fuck. Aw, sweet Jesus! I'm gonna cum in you, baby, I'm gonna dump it
in your tight little pussy!"

My brother shot his load into my red box and fell on me, his hot breath on
my flat, hard nipples. He licked around my tits, which made me shiver from
head to foot for the first time, then lifted his lips to mine. His mouth
was hot and sloppy and tasted of my own pussy – believe me, I knew the
taste of it: I'd fingered myself and licked my fingertips often
enough. Milo moved his tongue around inside my mouth and kissed me over and
over on the lips.

When his cock head slipped out of my cunt, and I felt my panties between my
legs where he still had them around the base of his thick shaft, he pressed
his forehead against mine and closed his fingers gently around my neck.

"Next time," Milo breathed, "I'm gonna do you in your own bed."

Let me tell you, I couldn't wait to get home.

END

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