SWEET LITTLE KATY

INTRODUCTION

Kathryn Elizabeth Patricia Maloney was her name and from the very beginning she was the little girl with the long, long name, that’s why the whole thing was shortened to Katy—Sweet Little Katy! Katy was very sweet most of the time and she definitely was little as she grew all the way to five feet two inches and 85 pounds. What she lacked in size she more than made up in determination and grit. She needed it because life had dealt her a very difficult hand. Her father was a custodian at St. Rose’s Parochial School where her mother worked in the kitchen. Let’s face it, churches never pay well. They take advantage of many of their most stalwart supporters. The only good thing was that Katy and her siblings all went to St. Rose’s for free.

Katy learned early on that her family was less well off than most, if not all, of her classmates. Katy’s mother always bought their uniforms at the school’s resale store. When she was in the third grade an older girl laughed at her, pointing out that Katy was wearing her old worn out clothing. Was this a problem for Katy? Not at all–she stomped hard on the girl’s foot and punched her nose, causing her to bleed all over the school yard. Of course, Katy was suspended and given a strict warning by Mother Superior. It didn’t help that the girl’s parents were the school’s biggest benefactors. Katy didn’t have to worry, though. All the other kids avoided her like the plague; they knew they’d get the same treatment from this sweet little she-devil

Katy attended Catholic schools all through twelfth grade—all on scholarships due to her outstanding academics and long distance running ability. She graduated third out of a class of more than 200, but she was the top student in both Math and Physics. She decided to attend a non-Catholic university, much to the shame of her parents, because they offered her the most money to go there, part of it to participate on their cross-country team. She found her worn clothes fit in well; most of the other kids wore clothes that were artificially aged, she never bothered to tell them about hers. She dated occasionally, but nothing special until her senior year when she met Greg Young. He was everything she was not—rich with his own Corvette convertible, popular, member of one of the school’s top fraternities. He had a great athletic body that many girls swooned over, but not Katy-she was impressed, but not head-over-heels, at least, not until he asked her out.

Katy was not without charms of her own. Her jet black hair was accented by the emerald green of her eyes. She had high cheekbones and flawless skin. Her body measured 32C-23-33, with a taut abdomen and really tight ass, both the result of running cross-country for the Varsity. It was also fairly well known that Katy was still a virgin. It wasn’t that she disliked sex—she loved getting herself off at least once a day, but she hadn’t found any male worthy of her goddess-like body.

CHAPTER 1

Katy stood outside the student union with several of her teammates that sunny September afternoon when Greg drove up and parked his Corvette. All the girls were thrilled when he approached the group—all, that is, except Katy. She was surprised, however, when he stopped directly in front of her. “Aren’t you the one they call ‘Sweet Little Katy?’” He was putting on his best behavior and using his fail-safe moves.

“Yeah,” Katy replied, “who wants to know?”

“Wow, that’s some reception. I thought you were supposed to be sweet.”

“I am being sweet. Want to see what I’m like when I’m not?” Katy was hard to please and, clearly, Greg Young, even with his fantastic wealth and reputation, had failed to impress.

“Please–all I wanted was to invite you to dinner. I’m sure you’re tired of that swill they serve in the cafeteria. Why don’t you let me take you out for a really great meal? I promise I’ll be a perfect gentleman.”

“OK,” Katy replied,” but if you’re not I’ll rip your balls off. Seven o’clock at my dorm. See you then.” She turned and walked away leaving Greg wondering what the hell he’d just gotten himself into. As promised he entered the dorm at seven sharp, clad in an expensive navy blue blazer, tan microfiber slacks and a blue oxford shirt. His brown loafers were straight from a high fashion boutique in Milan. When Katy saw him she had to laugh—those shoes cost more than her entire wardrobe. She smiled when she approached Greg and extended her hand. Greg took it, leading her to the ‘Vette. Katy had never been in such an expensive car. She loved the feel of the soft leather—she only had one pair of shoes that were real leather. She wondered how many pairs of shoes could be made from this one seat. Greg drove quickly but carefully to the restaurant. Katy had never eaten outside the cafeteria so she wouldn’t know one restaurant from another.

Greg thought he was making “small talk’ until Katy turned and asked him if he had a brain. “Geez, don’t you know anything like news or politics? How about sports? Isn’t it still baseball season? Know anything about the NFL or college ball?”

Greg laughed, “I’m sure glad you’re being sweet. I’d hate to run into you when you’re not.” Even Katy had to laugh at that. The rest of the date went well; they had a great meal, the best Katy had eaten in years and, true to his promise, Greg was a perfect gentleman. He walked her back to the dorm around 10:30 and when they got to the door Katy extended her hand. When Greg tried to shake it she pulled him in for a long deep and passionate kiss. She flicked her tongue into his mouth teasing his as her soft full lips pressed into his. The kiss lasted for more than five minutes. When she broke it she laughed, “That’s so you don’t think I’m a dyke. See ya.”

As she turned to leave Greg barely had the presence of mind to ask, “How about tomorrow? Kappa party; they’re the best on campus, you know?”

“Actually, I wouldn’t know,” Katy replied, “but, OK. See you at eight. Bye!”

Chapter 2

Greg dated Katy every Friday and Saturday and plenty of weekdays through Thanksgiving. She allowed him to touch her breasts—but only through her blouse—by the fourth date, and her real skin by the tenth. That’s as far as she was willing to go, however. Greg was fascinated by Katy, but he was also extremely frustrated. He hadn’t dated a girl so long without fucking her since ninth grade. He knew he had to have this woman, regardless of the cost. In mid-December he proposed, knowing that was the only way he’d ever get to fuck Katy. Katy was seated in the ‘Vette and Greg was on his knee just outside her door. She laughed when she saw the ring—it was fucking huge, with diamonds all over it—just the kind of ring a rich guy would pick out, thinking that bigger was always better.

“Greg, I will marry you, but I’m not taking that ring. It’s so big it would probably be just right if I weighed 250 pounds. Always remember big person-big jewelry, small person-well, you can figure it out by yourself. We can go tomorrow and get a smaller—much smaller—one. I’m sure the jeweler will be disappointed, but that’s the breaks. Now come in here and kiss me.”

Greg leaned into the car, holding onto the frame with his left hand. As she kissed him Katy moved his right onto her naked pussy. She was hot and wet, and completely bald. “There’s not a hair on my body once you get below my head. I hope you like it.” Katy withdrew his hand, leading it to his mouth to taste. Greg closed his eyes in ecstasy. He had never tasted a pussy so sweet, so clean, or musky. He could barely wait until he could get his lips on that sweet virgin cunt. “I know exactly what you’re thinking, lover. You can do that all you want once we’re married. Until then you’ll have to be satisfied with your hand. Now you can touch everything—OK, not my ass, but you can do anything you want to with that after the ceremony, too.”

Greg took Katy home for Christmas; there was no point in her bringing him home with her. Where would he sleep—on the couch? She was nervous, of course, anyone would be, but in Katy’s case not only was she meeting her future mother-in-law, she had the huge disparity in their socio-economic levels to overcome, as well. To her surprise, Mrs. Young received her most graciously, welcoming her to the family. However, the day after Christmas she asked to speak with Katy privately.

“Come in, Katy please sit here next to me. There’s no reason to be nervous, dear. We’re just two women making our way in a world of idiot men.” Katy didn’t quite know what to make of that statement so she kept quiet, hoping for the best. “Katy, I know that in the movies this is where the dowager mother tells the poor unfortunate fiancé that she’s not good enough for her son. Ha ha, that’ll be the day. If anything, Katy, it’s the other way around. You see, I know all about you and your family. They’re poor, but there’s no shame in that. Your parents work hard and they’ve done a wonderful job raising you and your brothers and sister. I know you’re sensitive about the quality of your clothing—don’t be. It’s what’s inside that really matters. What you have inside you is personal strength—feminine strength. Now let’s talk about Gregory.

“I’m sorry to tell you that Gregory has been a spoiled brat all his life—I apologize to you for that, but I had my hands full with his father and grandfather before they passed away. He has absolutely no self-discipline, and he’s not terribly bright either. Things will be fine for a while with you two, but there will come a time when you’ll have to take a firm hand with him and make him submit to your authority. You’ll have to enslave him.”

“Excuse me, Mrs. Young…did you say enslave?”

“Yes, Katy, that’s exactly what I said and exactly what I mean. You’ll have to train him to obey you…your every wish…immediately and without hesitation—that’s your only hope. Otherwise, he’ll destroy himself and you, too. You’ll be his Mistress; you’ll manage the money; you’ll make the decisions; you’ll decide when to have sex….”

“Ha, I’m already doing that.”

“Yes, I know, but you’ll also control his sexuality and whether or not he can cum. Believe me, Katy controlling that will turn the strongest men into butter. You’re a smart girl…you’ll figure it out. What’s your major, anyway?”

“Electrical engineering, Ma’am; I’m especially interested in nanotechnology. That’s the new field involving microscopic tools.”

“Gregory’s major is English Literature, can you believe that? If his family didn’t own the business he’d never get a job, even as a janitor. Now, here’s one thing that will help you. Gregory has a trust fund of more than fifty million dollars from his grandfather. Right now he’s getting $10,000 a month; he’ll get the total on his thirty-fifth birthday; by then it will be a lot more. There’s a catch—and it’s a big one. His grandfather was a huge believer in marriage. If Gregory is ever divorced he’ll lose the money—all of it…every single cent. Remember that, you’ll probably need it sometime. Now, let’s go join the others.”

The rest of the visit went perfectly; Katy was well received by the entire family. All the same she couldn’t help but wonder exactly what Mrs. Young had meant about enslaving her son.

The wedding was sensational in every respect. There were more than three hundred guests, all from the finest families in the country; no expense was spared on either food or liquor. The guests showed their gratitude by giving the young couple more than $100,000 in gifts.

Katy had heard Greg bragging about how drunk he would be at the wedding; she decided to give him her virginity the week before the ceremony rather than suffer at the hands of her drunken husband. They rented a motel room and Katy welcomed him to her bed. She wore a sheer white peignoir and baby doll. Greg was enthralled by the sight of her body. She may have been tiny, but she was all woman, her C-cup breasts standing proudly and firm, her pink nipples hard and sensitive. Her pussy glistened in the dim light, anticipating at long last the joining with her husband to be. Greg was fully erect—all eight inches of him. Katy thought his cock was beautiful as it dripped pre-cum. She leaned forward to lick the clear slick liquid from his tip. Greg rolled her on top of him, flipped her around and launched his mouth toward her pussy. At last he was able to taste the cunt he’d been dreaming of for so many months. He plunged his tongue into her tunnel—it was so tight, tighter even than he’d dreamed. Her pussy clamped onto his tongue; he couldn’t wait to see what happened when they fucked.

Katy licked all around Greg’s helmet; as small as she was she didn’t think she could deep-throat him, but she was going to try. Slowly, his hard cock disappeared into her mouth as she continued to wash it with her tongue. So far, neither had cum; they were saving that for when they fucked. Katy climbed off his body, rolled next to him and opened her legs, signaling the universal invitation to fuck. Greg needed no encouragement. His cock throbbed in anticipation as he rubbed into her slit. Katy leaned up to kiss him whispering, “Fuck me.” Greg pushed into her tunnel, slowing when he met resistance. The rumors were true—Katy was a virgin, but not much longer. When he hesitated, not wanting to hurt his love she pushed her hips forward, ripping her membrane in an instant.

Katy moved her feet up over Greg’s shoulders as Greg pounded her poor defenseless cunt. Katy experienced her first orgasm as Greg slid in and out of her tight tunnel. She couldn’t understand it—neither she nor Greg had touched her swollen clit and she didn’t think that he’d come anywhere near her G-spot. Then she realized her luck—vaginal orgasm! She could cum just from something in her pussy. She came suddenly for number two, shaking and trembling for several seconds.

Greg was stretching her pussy all the way to her womb and her friction meant that he wouldn’t last long. He felt as though he was in a velvety vise—squeezing him, milking him. He arched his back, forcing his rock hard cock deep into his wife-to-be and exploded. Hot white cum flooded Katy’s pussy and womb. Again and again with each thrust he bathed Katy’s love canal with his sperm. The sensation of filling her drove her once again to an incredible orgasm—her body trembled and shook for almost a minute,

Drenched in sweat despite the effective air conditioning at the Best Western, Greg slid from Katy’s body to lie next to her as they kissed and caressed each other. “You OK?” Greg asked, showing his concern.

“Me?…I’m incredible…I came three times. The only explanation is that I can have vaginal orgasms. Damn, had I known that I might have done this a lot sooner.” Greg leaned on his arm and laughed, “Not a chance, Katy. You were going to wait for the ring regardless….” Katy just smiled and a minute later asked Greg, “Can we do it again?” This time Katy rode Greg’s cock like a woman possessed, bending it back and forth in her active cunt. Again and again Katy felt her orgasm near and blow sending her body into one muscular spasm after another. Her shaking drove Greg crazy; she bent his cock in directions Greg didn’t even realize existed. He drove his hips up frantically as he came a second time. So much had he cum that his abdomen was covered in his baby cream as it leaked from Katy’s tiny tight tunnel.

CHAPTER 3

Most young couples would have begun their life in an apartment, but not Mr. and Mrs. Gregory Young; they began their life together in a three bedroom, three bath ranch in an upscale development courtesy of Greg’s uncle who was hoping to teach Greg some responsibility. Owning a house is a lot of work—work that Gregory Young wasn’t even close to ready for. Rather than tend to the yard he hired a lawn service, claiming that is new job limited his time; he knew this would give him a built-in excuse to hang out with his drunken loser friends.

After only three months of marriage Greg was hardly ever home, when he was he was usually drunk; he hardly ever had sex with Katy even though she was always willing and eager. Katy knew it was time to act. It was time to enslave her husband, but first she needed to blackmail him and she knew just how to do that. It was a Thursday morning in September, roughly a year since they had first met, that Katy told Greg she’d be very late getting home that evening. Her company was developing a proposal for their number one client and Katy would be playing a key role. If she expected Greg to sound pleased she was wrong. Instead he complained—what would he do about his dinner? Katy shook her head and suggested that either he cook it himself or go to a restaurant, either eat-in or take-out.

At lunch Greg went to his favorite bar, as usual. After two—or was it three—drinks he noticed a long legged blonde just down the bar from him. She had a slender athletic body with small, but perky tits. Best of all, she was flirting with him. He moved to an adjacent stool, bought her a drink, and turned on the charm. Half an hour later they walked out arm in arm. Knowing that Katy wasn’t going to be home for hours and hours, he foolishly took her to their home and to their bed.

They had already fucked once when Katy got home—the presentation had been nothing more than a ruse—Greg had been set up.