Once Every Four Years
“I’m telling you, I know what I need. What I need is complete isolation and that means there can’t be any people around.”
“I understand that,” said the man at the other end of the line.
“I know you say you understand it but can you guarantee it.”
“The cottage is very isolated.”
“That’s not what I asked,” Catherine said. “what I asked was if you could guarantee it.”
“Could I guarantee what?”
“That there wouldn’t be any people around.”
“The cottage is very isolated,” the man said again.
“But can you guarantee it?”
“Sure. I guess.”
“You can guarantee that no one will bother me on that day?”
Catherine thought she almost could feel the man shift uncomfortably even over the phone. “What do you mean, exactly?” he said.
“I mean what I said. I don’t want to see anyone. Can you guarantee it? If for instance, I asked you to put a bond down for say a million dollars, could you guarantee that I would be left absolutely alone.”
“No one goes there.”
“But could you guarantee it?”
“Well, no.”
“Thank you, Mr. Williamson.”
“But—”
“I’m sorry I wasted your time, but if you can’t guarantee if, I can’t rent this property from you.”
“Why do you need this?” the man asked.
“That’s really none of your business,” Catherine said. “I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry too,” the real estate agent was saying but already, Catherine was hanging up the phone and once again, after crossing the latest option off her list of candidates, Catherine was left with just one place on her list. She sighed as she looked at her list yet again. None of this would be needed, she told herself for the umpteenth time, if Aunt Helen had just minded her own damn business.
It wasn’t like this was the first time she’d ever had that thought. If it weren’t for Aunt Helen, she wouldn’t be in the fix she was now in, and it wasn’t like she could even undo the damage because no one knew just where the heck Aunt Helen was or even how to reach her or even if Aunt Helen was still alive and even if she was, Catherine wasn’t even sure Aunt Helen would take back that which she’d done.
As near as Catherine could tell, what Aunt Helen had done had been done when Catherine was still very young and maybe even as far back as on the very day that Catherine had been born. Aunt Helen had always said that birth days were magical days. Not birthdays, mind you, but birth days. She’d always said that the magic was thick in the air on the day of a birth and that the air practically crackled with energy.
Not, of course that Catherine believed her. Heck, no one really ever believed Aunt Helen because she was always saying crazy things like that. In a way, it was what made her so fun because you just couldn’t wait to see what crazy thing Aunt Helen was going to say next.
Only this time, what she’d said apparently hadn’t been so crazy after all.
The first episode had come when Catherine was only fourteen. She’d been an eighth grader in middle school and everything had been going just fine when suddenly, it had hit her.
Well maybe suddenly wasn’t exactly the word. After all. she’d awoken that morning feeling excited about going to school which was hardly a surprise except ...
Except that she’d never really felt excited like this.
She’d barely set her foot on the school grounds before it hit her. There were boys here she’d realized and boys had cocks and suddenly she’d realized that she needed a cock, too.
Well maybe not the way boys had cocks but she certainly needed one inside her and when it came right down to it, getting one cock was only a start for what she needed.
She’d fucked her first boy that day and then she’d fucked her second and her third. She couldn’t help herself. She had to fuck them and it didn’t really matter if the boys wanted to fuck her or not. She wanted to fuck and she was willing to do whatever it took to get what she wanted.
It was inevitable of course that eventually she was going to be sent to the principal’s office and all the while while Mr. Henderson was alternately reading her the riot act and trying to tell her what a good student she was and why the heck was she doing this, all the while, she’d been thinking about what it would be like to have Mr. Henderson cum in her pussy.
She’d almost gotten expelled that day except that this was her first offense so her mother had been able to talk Mr. Henderson out of it.
All the way home, her mom hadn’t said a word to her and Catherine was sure she knew why but all her mother had done was to tell her to go to her room and to not come down again until the next morning.
Catherine had spent the rest of the day masturbating.
The next morning, a very contrite Catherine came down to breakfast. “We have to talk,” her mother had said and Catherine was sure that she knew what was coming next.
Only what was coming next wasn’t what Catherine was expecting at all.
It was all her Aunt Helen’s fault, her mother told Catherine.
What was Aunt Helen’s fault?
What happened to you yesterday, her mother explained. It was all Aunt Helen’s fault.
Catherine didn’t understand so her mother explained.
“Your Aunt Helen thought your father and I were too repressed to raise a child right,” she said. “She thought we could handle most things right but in certain areas, she thought your father and I would be ... would be lacking.”
“Why? What’s wrong with you and daddy?”
“There’s nothing wrong with us,” her mother snapped and then she recovered. “I mean, it was just what your aunt thought,” she explained.
“Okay,” Catherine said, still not understanding where any of this was going.
“So you know your aunt, right? She was always doing all this stuff with spells and stuff, right?”
Catherine nodded.
“Well, she put this spell or this hex or this something on you.”
“She did what?”
“She put this spell on you.”
“Why?”
“Because she thought you needed to know about sex.”
This was so crazy, Catherine told herself. How the heck could her mother even expect her to take any of it seriously and yet ... and yet, she couldn’t help but seem to believe that what her mom was saying was the truth. She had no idea why she believed it but she couldn’t seem to find a way to say no to it. “So what’s this spell or whatever it is supposed to do?”
“It’s um ... it happens ... every four years, it’s supposed to make you horny.”
“What?”
“It’s supposed to make you horny.”
“You’re kidding.”
Her mother shook her head. “I wish I was. Every four years, you’re supposed to get incredibly horny. You won’t be able to control yourself. You’ll fuck anyone and everyone you come in contact with.”
“This is crazy.”
“Wait. There’s more.”
“How could there be more?”
The rest of the time, you’re going to be as repressed as your Aunt Helen thinks your father and I are so the rest of the time, you’re going to have no interest in sex whatsoever.”
“You’re not that way, are you?”
“Catherine!”
“Mother, you’ve just told me there’s a spell on me that’s going to turn me into a sex-crazed maniac once every four years. I think I have a right to know.”
“No,” her mom said.
“No what?”
“No. We’re not like that.”
Now that she had her answer, Catherine wasn’t sure she really wanted it in the first place. Thinking of her mom and her dad doing “it”, ew, that was gross, but she had asked for it. “Okay then, so what do we do?”
“Your Aunt Helen did say there was an out.”
“An out? What kind of an out?”
“Well, she said if after your first episode, and I think we can call what happened yesterday your first episode, but she said that if after that, you came and talked to her and if you could convince her that you weren’t sexually repressed, she could remove the spell.
“Mother!”
“Yes?”
“No one knows where Aunt Helen is.”
“Don’t you think I know that? Ever since this happened, I’ve been racking my brains trying to figure out how to get in touch with her.”
“And?”
Her mother had sighed and then she’d shaken her head. “And for now,” she said, “I think you’re stuck.”
“Mother!”
“What?”
“That’s not an answer at all.”
“I’m afraid that right now, until we can find your Aunt Helen, it’s the only answer we’ve got.”
And that appeared to be the case. Boys asked her out and Catherine went out on dates but when it came around to having sex, even knowing what she knew had been done to her, she just couldn’t find anything about having sex that was the least bit interesting. It just wasn’t all that big a deal and in time, Catherine stopped worrying about it. She knew what the boys said about her. She was a good girl to take out but she wasn’t a girl who would put out. Fine. She knew what she liked and she just didn’t care what the boys said.
And then her Senior year in high school rolled around.
She was eighteen and as far as Catherine was concerned, it was a day just like any other day. Perhaps if she’d been paying attention, she might have realized that it wasn’t like any other day. Perhaps she might have noticed the charge in the air from the moment she woke up. Maybe she would have noticed that it was four years to the day after her unfortunate mishap in middle school.
Then again, maybe not.
She was driving her old Pontiac. Her car wasn’t cute or anything like that but her father said cute wasn’t what mattered. What mattered was that it was reliable.
Catherine and her mother had to agree, reliability was important, but it most definitely wasn’t the only thing.
And there was something else that was important. As Catherine made her way to school, she couldn’t help but notice just how many cute guys there were. Damn, she wouldn’t mind letting any one of them have a go at her pussy and it made her pussy wet just to think that way.
She had to park her car quick, she told herself, before she got so distracted that she wasn’t paying attention to what was going on around her.
It was weird, she thought as she stepped out of her car, but she felt almost drunk, but not drunk at the same time. She was high on something though.
And that’s when Johnny Mortenson walked by.
The truth was it could have been any boy but in fact, it was Johnny Mortenson. “Hey,” Catherine called out. “Hey, Johnny.”
Johnny stopped and turned. “Yeah?” he asked.
“Where you going so fast?”
“Um, class.”
“You don’t really want to go to class, do you?”
“Um, I don’t?”
“Nuh uh. Isn’t there somewhere else you’d rather be instead?”
“Um where?”
Catherine pulled her skirt up and then she pulled it a little higher so Johnny could see her panties. “How about here?”
“What?”
“Wouldn’t you like to get your cock in here?”
“Are you okay?”
“Sure I’m okay,” Catherine answered back. “What about you? Are you okay?”
“I’m, um, I’m fine, but ... um, you don’t seem like yourself.”
“Why? Because I’m not some total prissy girl who acts like she doesn’t want to get her pussy fucked?”
Was that a total trick question or what, Johnny wondered.
“Maybe you need to see it,” Catherine said. “Is that the way it works? Do you need to see what you could be getting before you’ll admit what you want?”
“What?”
“Perhaps you need to see what you could be getting,” Catherine said as she pulled her skirt even higher.
“Um, Catherine.”
Catherine pushed her panties down and she turned around bending herself over the hood of her car and spreading her legs for the boy.
“Um, Catherine,” the boy said again.
But Catherine wasn’t listening or if she was, she wasn’t paying attention. Instead her fingers slipped back between her legs and massaged her clit. “I need to be fucked,” she moaned. “I need to be fucked right here. I need it bad.”
“Um, Catherine, what are you doing?”
“I need to be fucked so bad,” the girl said.
“You’re making a scene.”
“So?”
The boy just stared at the girl with her exposed pussy.
“Come on. You know you want it. I know you guys all want it. You want my pussy. Don’t make me wait.”
This had to be a trick, Johnny told himself but if it was, he couldn’t figure out how it was a trick. After all, there was her pussy.
“Come on,” the girl begged again.
Fuck it, the boy told himself as he unzipped his pants. He didn’t care what the trick was and then he was moving up behind the girl and his hand was on her ass and his cock was sliding in between her legs.
“Oh yeah,” the girl moaned. “Fuck me.”
Johnny couldn’t believe it. He was actually doing it. He was fucking the girl that no one ever got to fuck and her pussy was so fucking tight.
But then he wasn’t the only one that got to fuck her that day. He was only the first one.
By the time Catherine made it home late that night, she’d lost track of the number of times she’d gotten herself fucked. All she knew was almost as soon as she’d gotten herself fucked full of cum, she was ready to do it again and as long as she was ready, she gave in completely to what her body craved.
“Where have you been?” her mother demanded when Catherine finally did come home.
“Getting fucked,” the girl said.
Her mother took one look at her daughter and she shook her head. “All right,” she said. “Off to bed with you. We’ll talk about this in the morning.”
Catherine woke up the next morning screaming and moments later, she stormed into the kitchen where her mom was making breakfast. “Mom, do you know what I did yesterday?” she shrieked.
“I know what you told me you were doing.”
“Mom, this isn’t funny.”
“I never said it was.”
“Mom, we’ve got to find Aunt Helen. We’ve got to make her make it stop.”
“I don’t know where she is.”
“How about daddy?”
“I really doubt he knows where she is either.”
“Can’t we do something? You know. Hire a private detective or something.”
“It’s that important to you?”
“Mom, you have no idea what I did yesterday.”
“What did you do?”
“You really want to know? Well for starters, I fucked Johnny Mortenson in the parking lot and after that, I jerked Dwayne Schultzmann off by my locker and from there—”
“Enough. I get the picture.”
“Actually, you don’t, mom. That was just me getting started. I couldn’t stop myself.”
“We’ll hire a private investigator, okay?”
“Okay, mom, and mom?”
“Yeah?”
“Thanks.”
But hiring a private detective was hardly the cure-all that either mother or daughter might have hoped for. The man certainly looked and there were reports that showed he was looking but either he wasn’t really looking all that hard or he was looking in the wrong places because in the end, nothing came of all the looking around.
“What are we going to do?” Catherine asked her mom when it was clear that the search had finally come to an end.
“I don’t know,” her mom said.
“Can we keep looking?”
“Oh, honey.”
“What?”
“I’m not sure what that would actually do.”
“But we’ve got to do something.”
“You’ve seen the same reports I have. We aren’t holding anything back. If your Aunt Helen is to be found, hiring another investigator isn’t the way to do it.”
“But what can we do?”
“For now?”
Catherine nodded.
“For now, I think the only thing we can do is wait.”
“Wait?”
“We’ve got four years.”
“That’s easy for you to say, Mom, but this is my life.”
“I know, Honey. I know, but I don’t know what else to say.”
And that was the problem. Catherine didn’t know what to say either.
“Don’t worry, Honey. We’ll think of something.”
By that time, Catherine had moved on to college but this time, she wasn’t going to be caught unawares like she had been in high school. Keeping the boys at bay was easy enough. All she had to do was tell them that the reason she wasn’t having sex was because she was saving herself for marriage and even if some of the boys didn’t like it, it was an acceptable enough answer that none of them gave it a second thought.
It was the other part that had her worried though. She’d seen what would happen when “the day” came around. She’d fuck anyone and everyone in sight. She couldn’t allow that to happen again.
She’d already mapped it out on the calendar and she already knew when the next day was going to be. It was going to come on a Friday during her Senior year. That was fine, she told herself. She was just going to have to plan on being sick that day. It didn’t matter what classes she had that day because no matter what, she wasn’t going to go out.
But then as the day got closer, she found that one of her classes had a midterm that day.
No way, she told herself. No way. She just couldn’t do it. Her on a campus filled with boys. That was SO not a good idea.
But how the heck was she going to get out of it. It wasn’t like she could go up to the professor and tell him she couldn’t take her midterm that day. He’d want to know why and she very well couldn’t tell him that the reason was that she was afraid she’d fuck half the campus. Even knowing what she knew, she knew how hard that would be for anyone else to believe.
So what was she going to tell him?
She couldn’t even tell her roommates either. She loved Emma and Kylie but she knew they wouldn’t understand either but the bottom line was clear. When the day came, she wasn’t going to go out. She’d deal with the consequences later.
And so it was that when the day came, Catherine stayed at home.
“Don’t you have a test today?” Emma asked her.
“I’m sick,” Catherine said.
“Uh huh. You don’t look sick.”
“I am sick. Could you do me a favor?”
“What?”
“Could you go talk to my professor? Could you go tell him I’m sick?”
“Are you really sick?”
“I’m really sick. I’m telling you, I’m not sure what would happen if I went out today.”
“That’s awfully melodramatic of you,” Emma said skeptically.
“Have you ever known me to be melodramatic about anything?”
“No.”
“Then you got to believe me on this one.”
“Okay fine. How do I get a hold of him?”
“I guess the best way would be to go to my class and talk with him there ‘cause he doesn’t have any office hours today.”
Emma sighed again. “You’re really sure you want me to do this?”
“Yes.”
“’Cause even if I do that, I can’t promise anything.”
“I know that.”
“Okay, I’ll go then.”
“Thanks and Emma?”
“What?”
“I really appreciate this.”
“Yeah, you better.”
And that should have been that, Catherine thought. She’d dodged a bullet or at least she thought she had. She’d just stay inside in the apartment and nothing would happen and everything would be fine.
Only she hadn’t counted on Brian stopping by.
Brian wasn’t just any guy. He was Emma’s boyfriend and he hadn’t just stopped by. He’d used a key to let himself in. Perhaps, she should have been mad that her roommate had given the boy a key to their apartment and maybe she would have been upset, she told herself, only here they were, her with this guy and suddenly, the only thing that seemed to matter was getting his cock in her pussy.
“What are you doing here?” Brian demanded sullenly. “I thought you had a class this morning.”
“I did but I’m sick.”
“You don’t look sick.”
“Oh but I am,” Catherine said. “I’m burning up inside You sure you don’t want to see how hot I am?”
“Are you sure you’re sick?”
“I’m sure I’m hot.”
“Yeah but Emma—”
“She’s not here right now and I’m really, really horny.”
“But she might come back.”
“No she won’t.”
“How do you know?”
“How do I know what?”
“How do you know she won’t be back?”
“Because I sent her on campus to go talk to my professor for me,” Catherine said and as much as she knew she should feel guilty about what was happening, she couldn’t help but feel as bad as she knew she was being. “So what do you say?” she asked.
“I dunno.”
“Come on. Emma’s never going to find out.”
“I shouldn’t.”
“Maybe not but you know you want to.”
“I shouldn’t,” the boy said again.
“But you know you’re going to.”
“Yeah.”
That was all it took to get Catherine to take the boy by the hand and lead her back to her bedroom.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked.
“Of course I am. Aren’t you?”
“I dunno.”
“Maybe I could make you more sure.”
“How?”
But already Catherine’s hands were working at Brian’s belt and then she was opening his jeans.
“Catherine?!”
“What?”
“What are you doing?”
She already had his jeans down around his hips and she could see the bulge in his underwear and then she was taking his underwear down. “What’s it look like I’m doing?”
“Fuck,” the boy groaned as Catherine wrapped her hand around his cock. “I ... I don’t think we should be ... should be doing this.”
Catherine shoved the boy backward and he tumbled onto her bed. “I’ll tell you what we shouldn’t be doing,” she said as she knelt between his legs. “We shouldn’t be questioning what we both know is about to happen.”
Brian couldn’t help but groan as he felt the tongue of his girlfriend’s roommate lick his shaft and then that wasn’t all that was happening. “Oh fuck,” the boy groaned as Catherine took his cock in her mouth.
Catherine pulled back but it was only for a moment and then she was back again and once again, Brian couldn’t help but groan. Damn, he told himself. Damn, if Catherine wasn’t careful, she was going to make him ...
She should stop he told himself.
She should ...
Oh fuck, he was cumming in her mouth but the most amazing thing was that she wasn’t slowing down. Fuck. She was still sucking his cock. Fuck.
And he was getting hard again.
“Um, Catherine ...”
Oh fuck, she wasn’t responding. Well she was responding, actually, only her response was to keep sucking his cock.
And God damn it, he was getting hard again.
Catherine finally pulled her mouth free from Brian’s cock but her hand continued to stroke him even as she looked up at him. “I think I know what someone needs.”
“What?”
But already, Catherine was rising up and then she was positioning herself over the boy’s lap and her hand was reaching down to take hold of his cock. “I think you know what,” she said.
“Fuck,” Brian groaned as her pussy slid down around his cock. “Fuck.”
“Grab my ass,” Catherine said.
Brian did just what he was told to do.
“Are you going to cum for me?” Catherine asked.
“Yeah.”
“You’re sure about that?”
“Yeah.”
Catherine might have said something more but what was the point. After all, she could already feel her roommate’s boyfriend cumming in her pussy and even as she felt that, she could feel herself cumming, too.
She felt bad about it after he left, of course. She knew she wasn’t supposed to do what she’d done but what the heck was she supposed to do? After all, it wasn’t like she’d gone out there and sought him out. No, she’d tried to be good. She’d tried to stay in but he’d just come barging into her apartment without a warning.
It didn’t really make her feel any better but it was the best she could do and besides, it was about to get a whole lot worse.
Brian was long gone when there came a knock at her door and if Catherine had thought about it, she would have known better than to go answer the door but in the hazy aftermath of a good hard fucking and with her pussy still nice and full of cum, perhaps it was understandable that she just wasn’t thinking straight.
Whatever the reason, Catherine went to the door in just her panties and she opened it to find her professor standing there on her doorstep.
Her professor looked her up and down and then he snorted. “I understand from your friend that you thought you were too sick to take your test. I thought I’d come here to discuss the situation with you but I see already that there’s not really anything here we need to discuss.”
“No wait,” Catherine said.
“I hardly see the point. You are most obviously not sick.”
“I suppose that all depends,” Catherine said.
“Depends on what?”
“Depends on how you define sick.”
“Yeah, and how would you define sick?”
“I have this ... this affliction. I, um, I have an uncontrollable urge to have sex once every fourth year. The rest of the time, I’m fine, but the same day every fourth year, I have to fuck as much as I can.”
“You expect me to believe that?”
“It’s the truth.”
“I have to tell you I’d been impressed with your work so far. That’s why I came here. I didn’t want to see you mess up your grade by missing a test but now I’m sorry I wasted my time.”
“I can prove it to you.”
“Yeah, how?”
It was so hot, Catherine thought as she dropped down in front of her professor. It was so hot dropping down still in the doorway to her apartment, dropping down where anyone could see her and reaching out for his pants.
“What are you doing?” the man asked.
“I think you know what I’m doing,” Catherine said as she freed his cock from his pants and then as if to prove the point, she took the man’s cock in her mouth.
“God damn,” the man groaned but Catherine wasn’t listening to him. Her mouth was too busy stroking the man’s cock.
“Damn,” the man said again.
Catherine couldn’t stop herself. She had her hand down inside her pussy even as her mouth stroked the man’s cock. She just knew she had to have it. She had to have his cum.
“Damn,” the man groaned yet again even as his hand stroked her hair. “Damn.”
He was cumming. Catherine knew that because she could feel him filling up her mouth and as much as she knew what he was doing, she knew she just couldn’t stop herself. She had to get him hard again.
“Maybe we need to go inside,” the man suggested.
Catherine was still sucking on his cock so he had to push her off.
“Hey,” he said again. “Did you hear me? I said maybe we should go inside.”
“What? Why?”
“It’s a bit public out here.”
“So?”
“So maybe we should go inside.”
“If we do, does that mean I can still fuck you?”
“Um, sure.”
“Then by all means, let’s go inside.”
Catherine led her professor to her bedroom and with one quick movement, she bared her pussy for the man and then she flopped herself down onto the bed and she spread her legs for the man.
“You aren’t shy, are you?”
Catherine shook her head for the man. “I already told you. I only get to do this once every four years. I can’t afford to be shy.”
“Hmm yes.”
“So what about it? You going to give me what I want?”
The man looked down at her and then he smiled. “Don’t mind if I do,” he said and with that, he moved in and he slipped his cock between Catherine’s legs to Catherine’s undeniable delight and it wasn’t long before he was filling her pussy with his cum.
“You say this only happens to you once every four years?” her professor asked her in the aftermath of what had been done.
Catherine nodded.
“Pity.”
“Why?”
“Nothing. I was just thinking,” the man said.
“Oh,” Catherine said but really, she wasn’t that interested in what the man was thinking. What really interested her was where her next cock was going to come from.
“You know,” the man said. “I think I can definitely see that you have a problem here and I definitely think we can come to some sort of accommodation but in the future, you really need to tell me about your problems. If you don’t tell me about your problems, how can you expect me to help you solve them.”
Catherine nodded earnestly.
“Don’t you worry about the test,” her professor said. “I’m sure we can come up with something.”
After that, Catherine didn’t bother to think about why it was that she’d wanted to stay in. After all, once she’d gotten one cock, she knew she had to have another and another and another and so she’d left her apartment with every intent of going to campus so that she could find some boys to fuck.
But then it turned out that she didn’t even need to go that far to find a cock or two or three or more to fuck because it seemed as if there was always another cock just waiting for the girl who knew she needed to have a cock to fuck.
And that was what brought Catherine back to where she now was. It was four years later and what she needed was a place where she could be totally alone if only for a single day because she wasn’t about to let what had happened to her before ever happen again.
The last place on her list was an old lighthouse. Now that had to be secluded, right, and the nearest town was a good ten miles away and the agent had been perfectly willing to guarantee her that if she didn’t want to see anyone, she wouldn’t have to see anyone. It sounded perfect.
So she called the agent back and she inquired once more about the place. Was it still available, she wanted to know.
The agent assured her that it was.
And you understand what I want, she asked the agent. I don’t want to see anyone.
She didn’t have to see anyone, the man assured her, that is, unless, of course, she wanted to see someone.
I don’t want to see anyone, she told the man once again.
Then you don’t have to see anyone, he answered back. You can be completely alone and all by yourself.
I’ll take it then, she told the man and that was how Catherine found herself taking possession of the keys and then standing inside a very isolated building. It wasn’t big. Just a kitchenette really and one big room. There was no TV or entertainment of any kind. As isolated as she was, she wondered if the phone worked but when she picked up the handset, she found that it did.
The view was stunning, Catherine thought. The house stood on a high bluff and it looked out over the ocean and a deck ran along its seaside border. Fantastic, she thought. Even if she hadn’t needed to be alone, she might still have come here just for the panoramic views.
Still, the view wasn’t why she was where she was and as far as she could tell, this place would meet her needs exactly.
That night, she had a dream.
She was in her bed in there in the one-time lighthouse and now hideaway from the world. The covers were pulled up around her and although she was sure she’d closed the curtains, the light of a full moon flooded in through the windows and there at the foot of her bed was Aunt Helen.
“You,” Catherine spat out.
“Hello, Katie,” said her aunt. Aunt Helen was the only one who ever called her Katie. “Tell me, dear, why are you here?”
“What?”
“Why are you here?” her aunt asked again.
“I’m here because of you.”
Her aunt just laughed at that. “Because of me? I hardly think that’s the case,” she said.
“You know what you did.”
“Yes, but you chose to isolate yourself here on your own.”
“Because of you.”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” her aunt clucked. “Child, I gave you a gift but what you chose to do with it was your own doing.”
“A gift,” Catherine raged. “A gift? You call this a gift?”
The woman at the foot of her bed said nothing.
And that’s when something occurred to Catherine. “Would you take it back if I asked you to?” she asked.
“I could ... if you’re ready.”
“Then I want you to take it back.”
“I said I could if you’re ready.”
“I know.”
“And unfortunately, you’re not ready.”
“No, you’re wrong. I am so ready.”
“If you were ready, you wouldn’t need me to take it back from you.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Good bye, Katie.”
“Wait a minute. No. Don’t go.”
But already the image of her aunt was beginning to shimmer in the moonlight.
“No. Don’t go. I need you to take it back. I’m ready. I’m so ready for you to take it back.”
But already her aunt was gone and suddenly, Catherine found herself wide awake.
It was only then that Catherine realized her body was tingling and even without looking over at the clock beside her bed, Catherine knew that the clock had ticked over to the next day. Her body was so ready to get fucked and the worst part about it was that she was ready, too. She pulled her covers up a little more tighter around herself. Get a hold of yourself, she admonished herself. You don’t really want to get fucked.
And yet there was no denying what she was feeling between her legs. She actually did want to get fucked and quite honestly, she wanted it right now.
Get a grip on yourself, she told herself. It was all in her head.
Maybe, she answered back but she wouldn’t mind having something in her pussy instead.
Catherine couldn’t help but growl as she buried herself in the covers. It was so unfair, she told herself, and it was all Aunt Helen’s fault.
She was on her hands and knees and her face was almost pushed into the covers as a cock fucked her from behind. She had no idea who the owner of the cock was but on the other hand, she didn’t much care. She could feel his hands on her hips and his thumbs just barely touching her ass but it was his cock that had her attention.
Her pussy was right there just waiting for that cock and that cock just kept coming and coming and the more it did, the more she knew she wanted it.
“Fuck me,” she pleaded.
The man didn’t say anything and in a way, that suited Catherine just fine. After all, she didn’t really need conversation. What she needed was what she was getting right now.
“Fuck me,” she moaned again.
She heard the man groan and that just turned her on even more. He was close, Catherine realized. He was close, and that meant he was close to making her cum, too.
“I want you to do it,” she pleaded. “I want you to make me cum.”
The man groaned again.
Fuck yeah, Catherine thought. He was so close. This was exactly what she needed.
The man groaned again. He was almost there.
And just before he could do it, just before he could fill her pussy with his cum, she woke up.
“What,” she told herself and then she moaned in frustration. No. It couldn’t be but it was all a dream and she hadn’t even had the opportunity to cum before she woke up. It wasn’t fair. It was all a dream and she was so horny.
It was worse than that. She was still horny and the worst part about it was she was stuck out here in the middle of nowhere with not a dick in sight.
This was a stupid idea, she told herself. What had she been thinking coming all the way out here. She had half a mind to get back in her car and drive back into town and fuck the first guy she saw.
Calm down, she told herself. She’d come out here for a reason.
Yeah, but it was a stupid reason. It wasn’t like she was doing anything wrong. All she really wanted to do was to fuck.
As much as she wanted to get in her car and drive back to town, from somewhere deep inside herself, she remembered that that wasn’t what she wanted to do so even as her physical need to fuck warred with the rest of her, her mind tried to keep the peace.
She realized she was naked when she got out of bed. She wasn’t sure just when it was during the night that she’d lost her bedclothes but somehow, it just felt good to be like this and besides, there was no one here to see her anyway, so she walked into the kitchen to make herself some breakfast.
She made herself an omelet and she brought out onto the deck and she looked out at the ocean. Focus on that, her mind told her. Stop thinking about the sex.
Easier said than done, Catherine thought. She still wanted a cock but fine, she’d look at the ocean and yes, it did look serene.
She took a drink of coffee.
The ocean really was a calm place, she thought, except of course where it pounded against the rocks ...
And speaking of pounding ...
No, she told herself, but it was already too late. She was once more thinking about what it would feel like to have a cock between her legs and she groaned. It just wasn’t fair to be stuck out here all by herself.
And now as she looked at the rocks, she realized there was some movement there.
It wasn’t just movement. It was people, and then she realized, it wasn’t just people, it was men.
Well maybe not men, she thought. From the distance she was at, it could have been boys but it didn’t really matter. Whoever was out there, they had cocks and cocks was what she needed.
She could make them out now. There were three of them walking along the shore. She needed them. She needed them bad.
She went outside. “Hey,” she called out to the men or boys or whatever. “Hey. Up here.”
One of them looked up and then another and then finally, the third.
“Whatcha doin’?” Catherine asked.
“Nothing,” said one of the men.
“You want to come up here?” Catherine asked.
“Why?” asked the same man.
“Why what?”
“Why do you want us to come up there?”
“I just do,” Catherine said. “Can you do it?”
It wasn’t like she was hiding anything. The guys had to know she was naked. The guys looked at one another before they looked up at Catherine. “Okay,” one of them said but then they started to move away.
And then they were moving out of sight behind a stand of rocks. Wait a minute, Catherine thought. Where were they going. She needed them. It wasn’t fair. She needed them. “Hey,” she called out, hoping one of them would answer. “Hey, where are you?”
There was no answer so Catherine called out again.
Still no answer.
She was about to call out again when she realized that there was someone coming up behind her and when she turned around, there they were, the three boys from the beach. “Where did you come from?” she demanded.
“We took the trail up.”
“What?”
“We took the trail from the beach up.”
“What trail?”
“It’s right over there. Everyone knows about it.”
Suddenly, Catherine realized that the real estate agent had lied to her. Her little hideout wasn’t nearly so isolated as she thought it was but in the next moment, she didn’t care.
The boys were looking at her. They all were wearing shorts and t-shirts and each had on a pair of sandals. One of them had blond hair that was almost white. The other two had brown hair.
“So what’d you want to see us for?” asked the fair-haired boy.
A very good question, Catherine told herself and why the heck couldn’t she think of anything else except how nice it was to have these guys leering at her body and how much better still it would be to have their cocks in her body.
“Well?” the obvious spokesman asked again.
“I wanted to see you guys.”
“Why?”
Why indeed, Catherine asked herself except the answer was evident.
“I want you boys to fuck me.”
“W-what?”
“What part of that didn’t you understand. I’m naked and I’m horny and you guys obviously like what you see. I want you to fuck me.”
The three boys looked at one another nervously. “You’re serious, right?” asked the spokesman.
“I’ll show you how serious I am,” Catherine said even as she advanced on the boy and then she was kneeling down in front of him and she was taking down his shorts and then his underwear. “This is how serious I am,” she said as she took his cock in her hand and then she took his cock in her mouth.
“Fuck,” she heard one of the boys say and she wasn’t sure if it was the same guy but someone was reaching down and stroking her bare ass.
“Dude,” said the third boy. “I think she really wants to get fucked.”
Someone was moving in behind her as she sucked on that cock and now it wasn’t one hand on her ass but it was one on each cheek and then it wasn’t just hands either because even as one of the hands relinquished its place on her butt, she could feel that hand guiding a cock up to her pussy. Damn, that felt good and it felt even better when that cock entered her pussy.
“Dude, I can’t believe it but you’re totally fucking that girl.”
He certainly was, Catherine had to agree and he was doing such a good job of it, too.
The boy behind her now had his hands on her hips as he fucked away at her pussy.
“Fuck,” the boy groaned.
As much as she wanted to keep sucking the cock in her mouth, the one in her pussy kept pulling her attention away.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” said the boy whose cock she was sucking said even as he stroked her hair.
It wasn’t clear what he thought she liked but it didn’t matter anyway. The only answer he was going to get was Catherine’s mouth as it continued to suck his cock.
“Oh fuck,” the boy behind her groaned and then he groaned again and he was fucking her harder. “Oh fuck.”
God that felt good, Catherine thought. God, it felt so good feeling that cock in her pussy and she couldn’t wait until each one of these boys had taken a turn in there.
“Oh fuck,” the boy groaned again and this time, Catherine knew why. He was cumming. He was cumming in her pussy and it felt so good to have him cum in her pussy.
“Dude, come on. Let someone else have a chance.”
It was clear that the guy between her legs wasn’t all that wild about relinquishing his place but reluctantly, he moved aside and that’s when Catherine felt another cock invade her. “Oh yeah,” she moaned as she let the one cock slip from her mouth. “That’s it. Fuck me.”
But then that cock was back again pushing at her lips and Catherine opened up her mouth and she sucked that cock back in even as that new cock continued to take her between the legs.
Apparently, the first boy who’d had a piece of her pussy still hadn’t had enough of her because even though his space had been taken between her legs, he’d come around and he was leading Catherine’s hand to his wet and slimy cock and Catherine was more than willing to give him exactly what he needed.
“Shit,” said the boy who was getting his cock sucked. “Shit.”
Catherine might have wondered what that was all about if it weren’t for the fact that the boy had come in her mouth at the very same time. That was just fine with her and she was just fine keeping on with the sucking of that cock because she was sure if she did, she was going to get that dick hard again.
And besides, there was still the one in her pussy and the boy fucking her there was fucking her harder. Come on, she willed the boy. You know what I need. Give it to me. Give it to me good.
And the boy kept doing that and Catherine could feel everything shrinking down to just that one event. It was just her pussy and that cock. That cock and her pussy. Her pussy and ...
And yeah, that was it. She was cumming and not only was she cumming, but so was the boy. She loved it when boys came in her pussy and now that she was thinking about it, there was still the one she’d sucked. Sure, he’d cum in her mouth but wouldn’t it be better if he was both sucked and fucked. Catherine was sure that that it would be better that way and she was sure she couldn’t wait to try him out.
Three guys must be perfect, Catherine thought. One to suck, one to fuck and one in reserve. It just didn’t get any better than that.
“So have you learned anything?”
Catherine was naked. Somehow that was hardly a surprise to her. The fact that she was on her belly or that there was a cock stroking her butt, that was a different story and then there was Aunt Helen.
“Have you learned anything?” Aunt Helen asked again.
“About what?”
“Don’t play coy with me, Katie. Have you learned anything?”
“I learned I don’t want to do this anymore.”
“Hmm. I was hoping for something ... a little bit more.”
“What?”
“If I told you that, it would kind of mess things up. Have you learned anything?”
“I think I like to fuck.”
“You think?”
“Okay, I know.”
“What do you know.”
“I want to fuck.”
“You already do that.”
“I want to do it more than once every four years.”
“Hmm, but you already can do that right now.”
“No I can’t.”
“So what you’re saying is you haven’t learned anything.”
“What?”
“I guess we’ll talk in another four years.”
Catherine was suddenly awake and her aunt and the cock were gone. God damn it, she told herself. God mother fucking damn it. She didn’t know what Aunt Helen had done to her but God mother fucking damn it.
She didn’t want to wait another four years.