Catholic Virgin 
Cathy was a good Catholic virgin when 
we met. When we parted, she was still 
Catholic, at least on the surface. We 
met on a blind date arranged by mutual 
friends, Cliff and Sara. The four of 
us went to a drive in movie. I have no 
idea what was playing on the screen, 
but I remember well what was playing in 
the back seat of Cliff's Chevey. From 
the moment Cathy and I met, we both 
felt some sort of chemical attraction. 
Within minutes of parking at the 
drive in, we were making out passionately. 
That evening, I made it to "third 
base" with Cathy, but she wouldn't go 
any further, especially with Cliff and 
Sara so nearby. Her hesitancy to get 
naked with other people nearby was a 
phobia that didn't last very long. 

After our first evening together, 
Cathy and I saw each other quite 
frequently. It was quite a drive from 
my apartment to her house, but she 
turned me on so much that I hardly 
noticed the drive time from White Plains, 
NY to Croton. When we got together 
we had the obligatory "conversation" 
while her parents were around, but both 
of us hungered for our moments alone 
together. On our third evening together, 
Cathy went down on me and sucked my 
cock. She had never done this before 
and was rather clumsy at first, but 
that didn't stop her from bring me to 
a climax. Surprisingly, she swallowed 
every drop and seemed to love it. Little 
did I know how much she would come 
to love the taste of cum. 

Within a week of our first evening, 
we were naked in her bed, and her 
virginity soon became a memory. As 
we lay in bed after our first fuck, she 
looked at me and said, "Where has 
that been all my life?" From that night 
forward, Cathy and I had sex as often 
as possible. She was insatiable. We 
had sex almost every night, frequently 
twice. I was young then, and I could 
handle it much better. We fucked in her 
bed, in my car, outside, standing up 
and sitting down. And when we weren't 
fucking, she was sucking my cock until 
I came in her mouth. Often, as we were 
fucking, she would smile at me and 
say, "Don't cum yet, I want to suck 
Ding." Ding was her name for my dong. 
Ding dong, suck my dick. 
She loved it, and so did I. 

Once, while paddling around on a nearby 
lake, Cathy knelt on the bottom of 
the canoe and sucked me to a climax. 
We learned from her brother and 
sister-in-law later that we had an 
audience for this particular escapade; 
them. At first, Cathy flushed with 
embarrassment when her brother asked me 
how I liked getting blown in a canoe; 
but when her brother just laughed, 
Cathy started to realize that her sexual 
energy was nothing to be ashamed 
of. Her Catholic guilt training was 
quite deeply rooted; but her love of sex 
was even stronger. 

Unfortunately, about two months after 
meeting Cathy, I was offered a great 
job in Cleveland, Ohio. As I prepared 
to leave, she decided she would follow 
me to Cleveland in a few weeks. By the 
time she finally moved to Cleveland, 
it had been a several months rather 
than weeks, and we were desperate for 
each other's bodies. When I picked her 
up at the airport, she had my cock in 
her mouth before my car made it out 
of the parking lot. The attendant who 
collected the parking fees smiled broadly 
as he saw her head bobbing up and 
down in my lap. As soon as she sucked 
me dry, she lay back in her seat and 
pulled her dress up to show me what 
she was wearing beneath it. Absolutely 
nothing. As we drove up Interstate 71 
into downtown Cleveland, she started 
fingering her pussy and rubbing her 
titties. As we made the turn onto I90 
and headed towards Cleveland Heights 
(for those of you who know Cleveland, I 
was an East sider), Cathy was writhing 
with her first orgasm in Ohio. It 
wasn't her last. 

On her second night in town, we went 
to a party at a friend's house. I had 
only met Jim a couple weeks ago, but 
we had become good buddies quite 
quickly. I had told him about Cathy 
and he wanted to meet her, so he timed 
his party for her arrival. He told 
her it was in her honor, but to be 
truthful, he just loved to have parties. 
Several people were dancing to the 
music on the radio, and Cathy and I 
started dancing, too. As we danced to a 
slow number, I put one hand on her 
buns and the other on her boobs, and I 
started squeezing and stroking her. Her 
tits were super sensitive, and she 
was soon french kissing me on the 
dance floor. As the song ended, she said, 
"I want to suck Ding. I want to feel 
you cum in my mouth, and I can't wait 
for long." 

"Do you want to leave the party?" I asked her. 

"No," she replied, "I just want to taste 
your cum. Can we find a bedroom?" 
Now when a sexy woman tells me she 
wants to suck my cock, my rational brain 
takes a vacation, and my "Penis 
consciousness" takes over. Without even 
thinking, I took her hand and lead her 
to Jim's bedroom where I lay back on 
his bed and let her unzip me. Seconds 
later, she was sucking and licking me 
and I was lost in ecstasy when the door 
opened and Jim walked in. Cathy had 
her back to Jim and didn't hear or 
see him enter, so she kept on sucking 
like there was no tomorrow. Jim looked 
at me and smiled as he softly walked 
up beside us and sat on the bed next to 
me. Now, Cathy couldn't miss him, 
and for a brief moment, she froze. Her 
mouth was wrapped around Ding, but 
she stopped bobbing and looked Jim 
square in the eye. Then, without loosing 
eye contact, she started sucking me 
again. I watched in fascination as Jim 
and Cathy stared at each other. Slowly, 
Jim moved his hand to his crotch and 
started stroking himself. And then 
he unzipped his fly, pulled out his 
already hard cock and started stroking 
it up and down. As if in a trance, 
Cathy's right hand went to his cock and 
wrapped itself around Jim's hand, 
helping him stroke himself. Her left 
hand was still working on my cock and 
balls but her right hand was busy unbuckling 
Jim's trousers. Seeing quickly 
where this was leading, Jim helped her 
undress him, and sat back down next 
to me. Cathy's gaze returned to me and 
I could see the question in her eyes. 
"Is this OK with you?" she seemed 
to be asking. As I smiled at her and 
nodded my head, I could sense both 
her relief and her excitement. She 
continued to look at me as she moved 
her head from my cock to Jim's and 
started sucking him. It was as if she was 
checking to see how I would react. 
When she was sure I was OK with her 
boldness, she let go eye contact and 
started sucking Jim in earnest. 

I watched for awhile, and then my penis 
consciousness had an idea. I got up 
off the bed, moved behind Cathy and 
started stroking her buns again. She was 
wearing a short but tight fitting skirt 
that did little to hide her charms. 
I couldn't see a panty line, and as 
my strokes progressed, I lifted her 
skirt and learned why I couldn't find 
a panty line. No panties. Easy access. 
And my cock was already out and hard. 
The next step was obvious. As I slid 
my pecker into her very moist pussy, 
Cathy wiggled her butt in appreciation. 
This was a new first for her, two men 
at the same time, but she was a quick 
learner. It wasn't long before Jim came 
and Cathy vacuumed him dry. Then she 
turned around and inhaled Ding once 
again, and quickly extracted another 
load of cum from me. Jim was still 
recovering on his bed when Cathy finished 
me off, then stood up and said, 
"Wow! That was a trip!" 

Cathy stood before the mirror in Jim's 
room checking her self out. She 
brushed her hair, then turned to me 
and asked, "Do you mind if I flash my 
boobies to some of the other men here?" 
Before I could respond, she had 
unbuttoned three buttons on her blouse 
so that her bra-encased 36C boobs 
were quite evident. "Do you think I 
should loose the bra?" she asked. Still 
in my penis consciousness, all I could 
do was smile and nod affirmatively. 
Without taking her blouse off, she 
somehow extracted her bra and tossed it 
to me. Now her cleavage was impossible 
to miss, and most of her breasts were 
visible. As she bounced around, I 
could even see flashes of her nipples. 
Cathy was ready to dance. 

In a flash (so to speak), she was back 
in Jim's living room dancing up a 
storm with somebody I had never 
seen before. I sat on the couch and 
recharged my batteries while Cathy 
teased her new dance partner. Apparently 
penis consciousness is highly contagious 
and Cathy was a carrier, because 
the guy she was dancing with was unable 
to remove his eyes from her tits. He 
was still speechless when Jim returned 
from his bedroom and cut in to dance 
with her. There were about a dozen 
other people at the party with the guys 
outnumbering the girls by about a 3:2 
margin. And it wasn't long before 
another one of them cut in on Jim and 
asked Cathy to dance. There were 
several fast numbers when Cathy's boobs 
bounced free of her blouse. She made 
no attempt to hide them as her blouse 
got looser and looser. Somehow a 
couple more buttons had come undone 
and her boobs were almost fully visible. 
When a slow song came on, her boobs 
disappeared into the chest of the guy 
she was dancing with. And then another 
fast song would come on and her boobs 
returned like the swallows to Capistrano. 

The other women were mostly with 
dates, and after about an hour of dancing, 
they had all left. Only Cathy remained 
with me, Jim and four other guys 
whose names I never did learn. As they 
took turns dancing with Cathy, they 
started to cop feels of her breasts. 
At first, they were just quick feels; 
but when Cathy didn't object, the feel 
ups got longer and bolder. Pretty 
soon, one of the guys who was stroking 
her buns in a slow number reached 
down and pulled up her skirt, exposing 
her bare buns to the rest of the 
room. Cathy put her hand to her waist 
and unsnapped something, and her skirt 
dropped to the floor. Then she 
unbuckled the belt of her dance partner, 
unzipped his pants and pulled his pants 
and undershorts down to his knees. 
She dropped to her knees in the middle 
of the room and started sucking this 
guy off in front of all of us. He 
lasted only a few seconds before he 
started spurting. Cathy pulled her head 
back and aimed his cock into her 
mouth so everyone could see him cum. 
A couple spurts missed and landed on 
her face and neck, but she ignored them 
as she looked around the room at the 
other guys. It didn't take a rocket 
scientist to figure out what she wanted, 
and in a heartbeat, the other three 
guys were lined up in front of her, 
naked from the waist down. 

She sucked each of them dry, taking 
their loads in her mouth while the Jim 
and I watched. Then she calmly excused 
herself and went to the bathroom to 
cleanup. Several minutes later, she 
emerged fully dressed. "Ring a ding, 
ding," she said to the assembled penis 
heads. "Thanks for the fun, but now I 
want to take Bob home and fuck his brains 
out. Maybe we can do this again 
sometime." 

And with that, she pulled me to my 
feet and back to our car. Needless to 
say, I was quite exhausted the next day. 
And that was how Cleveland met Cathy. 

Now I could end this story here, but 
that wouldn't be fair to Cathy. Over 
the ensuing months, she became a 
legend on Cleveland's East side. We got 
invited to lots of parties, and Cathy 
emptied lots of cocks, but the rest of 
our personal lives together was in 
trouble. She tried to get a job with the 
phone company as a telephone operator, 
but flunked the test. Cathy was not a 
stupid woman, but somehow, I allowed 
myself to get judgmental and thought 
that someone who couldn't pass the 
test to be a telephone operator wasn't 
worthy of a computer jock like me. 
Judgment is death for relationships, and 
I broke up with her. 
Stupid me. 

She moved out to her own apartment, and 
we crossed paths every now and then. 
Her legend as the lolly pop by the 
lake continued to grow, but I wasn't 
getting any of it any more. I missed 
her and tried to reconcile, but she 
wouldn't take me back. Then one 
evening, we bumped into each other at a 
local pub, and she looked strangely 
different. She had a glow about her that 
I had never seen (or at least noticed) 
before. When we talked, I realized 
quickly that something profound had 
happened to her. She told me about a 
trip she had just returned from. She 
went back to New York for a concert. It 
was on a big farm north of the City. 
Lots of great bands, drugs and people. 
She told me she had fucked or sucked 
over 100 people in the three days she 
was there, but that wasn't the high 
point for her. Something had happened 
inside that she couldn't explain. She 
had been transformed by Woodstock. 

I never saw Cathy after that evening 
many years ago; but I miss her 
sometimes and hope she is well. 

If you know Cathy or even just 
remember her, I'd love to hear from you - 
Bob J. 
rhj4@yahoo.com