Henry Goes Down: Origin Ch. 01

This is the story of that eventful summer night that changed my life.
That night the first domino fell in a long line of... well, we'll come to that. Just know it was the night that led to everything that was to follow. The first act that set the rest in motion.
I was eighteen years old when Katy Pratchett, the older sister of my friend Simon, took me under her wing, metaphorically speaking. And between her thighs, more literally speaking. You think you're an adult at that age, but at eighteen, I was clueless. As Katy aptly showed me that evening.
We were all utterly obsessed with Katy Pratchett, all of my friends, much to the annoyance of Simon. We worshiped her. In our defence though, Katy was stunning. Perfect. Beautiful as an angel, with long golden hair, but with a wicked smile. She was slender, but with a magnificent round bottom and full breasts that made it hard to think straight when she was close. If a young woman had been put on Earth specifically to torment horny teenage boys, it was Katy Pratchett.
But it wasn't just her looks that made Katy so godlike to us. Katy was worldly, achingly cool, especially for a bunch of eighteen-year-old boys who still lived at home. Katy was a full three years older than us; she'd moved out to go to university, she lived in London, the modern Babylon. Katy went to gigs and fashionable clubs, she took drugs we'd never heard of, listened to cooler music than us, went to cooler places with cooler people.
But, as out of reach as Katy Pratchett was to us, there was thing. A thing between us. Possibly. Maybe.
For a while now, I kept getting the impression that Katy liked me. Whenever she was home from university, she'd hang out with us for a time and I'd catch her looking at me. Inspecting me. Appraising me. She grinned each time I caught her, but there no embarrassment in it, just impudence and amusement. As if Katy liked me catching her looking at me, as if there was a challenge there.
It couldn't be true though. I told myself I was imagining it. Katy couldn't actually be attracted to me, that was more than I could have possibly hoped for. It'd be a dream come true. Not that I wasn't good looking though. Even at that uncertain age, I knew I was. That might sound conceited, but it was true. At eighteen I was already tall and handsome. I played sport of one form or another seven days a week, I was in fantastic shape because of it. I was popular with girls my age. But Katy? She was way out of my league; too cool, too sophisticated, so beautiful it hurt.
But then it happened. That evening.
Picture a perfect summer's day in the depths of July. Blue sky, heat, the world in vibrant bloom. I'd finished school for good a couple of weeks ago, I had a long summer of freedom ahead of me before university in September. Picture that summer's day becoming early evening. Picture Simon's parents away on holiday in the south of France for two weeks, picture the five of us at Simon's place. We sat in the garden all day, drinking beer, smoking weed, poking at sausages and burgers sizzling on a BBQ that had taken us hours to get going.
Katy was already home from university for the summer. We'd all silently hoped she'd spend the day with us, but she went with friends to a pub that afternoon instead. She did come home early though, when the sun was still up. She brought two of her friends with her, Ruby and Marina, almost as beautiful and intimidating as Katy was.
Ruby rolled some fantastically strong weed and we sat in a circle as we talked bullshit and passed the joint between us. Katy sat next to me. She sat so close her leg kept touching me. The feel of her thigh against mine got me hard, kept me that way for so long my cock ached.
Katy laughed and made fun of me as talked, she kept touching me as the sun descended and evening neared, almost as if she was flirting. I could smell her hair, her perfume, her leg was pressed firmly against me, it was more intoxicating than the pot.
I said I was going for a pee, I got up from the circle and headed into the house. I didn't actually need the toilet, honestly, I needed a break from Katy. I'd been hard for so long it was painful now. I just needed a moment to relax, to get my raging hormones back under control. I climbed the stairs to use the toilet at the top of the house, rather than the ground floor one, so I could chill without being disturbed.
My cock wouldn't oblige though. It remained stubbornly, ridiculously, achingly swollen. I paced back and forth in the bathroom, I ran cold water over my dick, but I couldn't get Katy out of my head. I pictured her out there, I pictured her naked, I couldn't help myself. All that summer sun, all that alcohol and pot, all that time sitting next to Katy, I was high and horny, I felt bewitched by her.
The universe wasn't much help either. My eyes fell on the laundry basket beneath the bathroom sink. A piece of bright pink cotton was hanging half out of it. I couldn't help myself. I knew it was wrong, but I lifted pendik escort the lid and picked up the pink material. I opened the piece of clothing in my hands and found I was holding a pair of cotton knickers. I turned them over and discovered they weren't knickers; they were a thong.
They definitely weren't Simon's; he'd never have fitted into them. And Simon's Mum had her own bathroom downstairs. My imagination spun out of control. God, the places this thong had been. I lifted Katy's used underwear to my face and inhaled deeply. But the moment the soft material touched my nose, a fist banged on the bathroom door.
"Are you OK in their Henry? You've been gone for ages."
I jumped in surprise and panic. Fuck. It was Katy's voice. I thought I'd locked the door, but what if I hadn't? I was standing in the middle of the bathroom, Katy's thong in my hands, pressed against my face. My rock-hard cock was standing proud from the front of my jeans still from when I'd tried running cold water over it. If Katy burst in now, well, humiliation wouldn't be a strong enough word for it.
"One moment," I called out in a high voice as I stuffed my cock back into my jeans and did the top button up. Then I made my next mistake. Rather than dropping Katy's underwear back into the laundry basket, as I should have, I shoved them into my back pocket instead.
"Are you sure you're OK? You sound funny? Too much weed? Are you throwing a whitey? Open up."
"No honestly, I'm good," I called back.
"Open up Henry. Otherwise, I'm going to call an ambulance. I'll tell them I've got a young man on my hands who's smoked too much pot."
"Very funny."
"Open up, I'm calling the ambulance as we speak."
"No, you're not Katy." I took a breath and stepped forwards and unlocked the door. I was about to push past her, to escape back into the garden, but Katy slid into the bathroom before I could move. I stepped back to give her room.
Katy stood before me with her hands on her hips, a Cheshire Cat grin on her face. "What are you doing in here? You've been gone for ages."
"Nothing." I couldn't have sounded more defensive though. It clearly kindled Katy's curiosity.
She glanced around the bathroom, her eyes fell on the open laundry basket. Katy looked back up at me with an amused expression on her face. Then her eyes caught on something on the floor behind me. I turned to see what Katy was staring at and my heart froze mid-beat. Fuck. I was fucked. They must have fallen out of my back pocket when I moved to the door.
"You little pervert," Katy said, but there was no anger in her voice, just wicked glee. "Were you wanking with my knickers?"
"No, honestly, I..."
But Katy didn't give me a chance to explain. She hopped forwards, she reached out and ran a hand across the front of my jeans. She found the lump of my dick and squeezed it so hard my knees went weak. "You were, weren't you? You're hard." Katy stepped so close her face was in mine, her body pressed against me. She moved her hand back and forth and my throat closed tight. "Show me?" she whispered.
"What?" I squeaked.
"Show me. I want to see it." Again, Katy took the initiative before I could say or do anything. She moved her hand up, she popped the button at the top of my jeans open. The rest of the buttons were already undone, one sharp tug from Katy and my jeans fell open. I hadn't put my cock away into my boxer shorts properly, it bounced up and stood proud from my body like an over-eager puppy.
Katy laughed in delight. She moved so fast, she grasped me before I could even form a coherent thought. The feel of her hand on me annihilated any further chances of thinking straight.
It wasn't the first time a girl had touched me there. I'd had a fair bit of experience. But the feel of another person's hand on my prick was still so new and exciting, and to have Katy touch me there was better than anyone I could have hoped for.
I stood, mute and unmoving, disbelieving, as Katy explored me with her fingers. As she grinned, as she gripped me, as she moved her hand slowly back and forth.
"Henry, I had no idea you were so blessed," she giggled. "Look at the size of you." Katy stared down at my cock in her hand without any coyness. "And it looks fit to burst. You want me to help you with that?"
My mind was still reduced to warm porridge, I couldn't think, I didn't know what to say. Katy was expecting a reply, so I just muttered, "yeah."
Katy laughed. She gave me such a look of wicked glee as she squeezed my dick harder. I assumed Katy was going to jerk me off, I was about to try and kiss her, but to my immense surprise and joy, she dropped to her knees at my feet instead. Katy kissed the end of my cock and a bolt of pleasure ran down through me. I groaned and bucked. Katy laughed in delight, then she took me into her mouth.
Warmth and soft wetness enfolded me. I moaned out loud as Katy sucked, as she moved her escort pendik head to take me deeper.
Again, this wasn't my first time having this done to me. But having my cock sucked was pretty much the greatest pleasure I knew at that point in my life. And this wasn't just any old stunning, twenty-one-year-old girl with her prick in my mouth, this was Katy Pratchett.
I gaped at the sight of her, at Katy's shinning eyes watching me as she bobbed back and forth, her tight lips sliding up and down my cock. The look on her face, the enjoyment, the amusement, it made my prick twitch. I tensed muscles to try and hold back my rapidly rising climax.
Katy moved quicker, she made low moaning sounds as she sucked me, and dear god that was almost too much to take. She used her tongue inside her mouth, she tickled it across the head of me as she sucked. She reached up to grasp the base of my dick, she pumped me in time with her mouth. Katy held my balls lightly with her other hand, in a way no girl had done before, in a way that made my legs go weak. I had to hold on to the sink next to me to keep myself up.
She'd couldn't have been down there longer than a minute, but already this was the best blowjob I'd ever been treated to. I fought to hold myself back, but Katy moved faster, and as I groaned louder as my pleasure rose, it seemed to spur her on even more. Katy moaned louder too, she sucked me with vigour, with skill, and the inevitable became reality. The hot tension surged, it peaked, I gasped, I was there.
"I'm going to come," I warned Katy.
She didn't take her mouth off of me though, she didn't miss a beat. Katy kept sucking, she kept bobbing her head back and forth as I came in her mouth. I groaned and shuddered and spurted hot jizz between her wonderful, soft lips, I came over and over, filling her hot mouth, but Katy kept it up, she kept sucking me until I was spent.
Katy sat back and gazed up at me, that wide grin back on her face. She made an audible swallowing sound, she opened her mouth, then Katy laughed at the look on my face, she laughed in decadent pleasure at what she'd just done to me.
I'd never seen anything so enthralling. My legs finally gave way, I slumped down onto the bathroom floor. Katy crawled over to me and kissed me on the lips. She slid her hand into the hair at the back of my head and pulled me into her to kiss me harder. That was our first kiss, I realised, distantly. I was kissing actually Katy Pratchett. At last. And she'd sucked my cock before we'd even kissed. I marvelled at that fact.
Katy sat back and regarded me. "You enjoyed that?"
I nodded. "Fuck yes."
"Was it good?"
"Incredible," I said with meaning.
Katy grinned again. "Good. So now you owe me. Right?"
I still couldn't think straight. "Yeah?"
Katy nodded. "You do. You absolutely fucking do. C'mon." Katy grabbed my hand and pulled me up to my feet. She dragged me out of the bathroom and down the corridor to her room. I stumbled with my jeans down round my knees, I didn't even have a chance to put my wilting prick away. Katy shoved me into her room then she closed and locked the door behind us. "I've been as horny as an old goat all day," Katy said. "And you Henry, my handsome little Henry, are going to help with that. Aren't you?"
I nodded with enthusiasm. I didn't know what she wanted, but the very idea of pleasuring Katy in any way was be a dream come true.
Katy didn't stand on ceremony, she wasn't shy at all. She whipped her t-shirt off over her head and reached around her back to pop her bra open. She shrugged her shoulders and it slid down and off her arms.
Holy fuck, Katy's breasts were even better than I'd imagined. High, full, perfectly round, she had white tan lines across them, her nipples were thick and dark. Katy stepped across to me. She wrapped her arms around my chest and pulled me into a long kiss, then she drew her face back to look at me. Katy said just one word. "Suck." She put a hand on my head and pressed me down.
For the first time that evening, I got it right away. And I didn't need to be asked twice either, I ducked down and leaned in and kissed Katy's heavenly breasts. I moved quickly, frantically, her skin was so soft and warm against my lips, each time she moaned every muscle tightened in my core.
Katy slid a hand into my hair again, she guided my mouth to a nipple. I pursed my lips around it and sucked. I was soft at first, not knowing how sensitive she was, but Katy moaned louder and pulled me into her. I sucked her harder, I held her full, firm breasts in my hands, I moved my mouth back and forth between her nipples until Katy began to move her body against mine, grinding her waist into me. I danced the tip of my tongue over the end of each nipple as I held them between my lips and Katy groaned for me. It was the greatest sound I'd ever heard.
As her noises grew louder, became more urgent sounding, Katy took hold of one of pendik escort bayan my hands and pressed it between her thighs. My head went light as I rubbed her through the front of her jeans, as Katy pressed herself back into my fingers.
I was lost in what we were doing, I had no idea how much time had passed when Katy pushed me back from her. "That's enough," she said.
For a moment I felt despair. I thought Katy was stopping me. Had she not enjoyed it? Had I done it wrong? I was crushed. But then Katy pulled the front of her jeans open and shoved them down to her knees. Her knickers came next, she lifted each foot out of her clothes, she pulled her socks off, and just like that, oh so simply, Katy Pratchett was totally naked before me.
Katy seemed oblivious to the affect her naked body had on me. I was stunned. Her nudity hit me like a hammer blow. She did it as if it was nothing though, all perfectly normal. She stood before me as if it was an everyday occurrence. God, with the setting sun streaming in through the window at her side, I could see her clearly though. Her long, supple legs, her taut stomach, her thick blonde hair fell down over narrow shoulders to her breasts. She had a sparse patch of honey-coloured hair above two, smooth, thick pussy lips. Jesus fucking Christ. Better than perfect.
"Come on. My turn now." Katy grabbed the front of my t-shirt and dragged me with her as she stepped backwards to her bed. She wrapped her arms around me and fell back, pulling me down on top of her.
We kissed with open lips, our tongues in each other's mouths, my mind reeling at having Katy naked beneath me. I grasped her breasts, but Katy's hand was on my head again, pressing me down her body. I tried to suck on her nipples, but Katy pushed me further still. I slid off the bed to my knees and knelt between her open thighs.
Katy's bared pussy was right before my eyes. Katy Pratchett's naked pussy. Right there, inches away from my face, everything on show. I could see how set she was, her thick outer lips glistened with it. My head swam, I'd only just come, but my cock was swelling again already.
"Lick me," Katy said.
It took a moment for her words to sink in, but not a long moment. I leaned forwards and planted a kiss on Katy's lips. I felt the warmth of her, her softness, I tasted a faint, earthy taste. Katy moaned, so I kissed her again, over and over, moving up and down her pussy.
"Lick me," she said again.
I ran the flat of my tongue up the length of Katy's lips and she groaned for me. God, I loved hearing her sounds of pleasure. I lapped at her lips, I stroked my tongue over every inch of her, I spread my saliva and her wetness all over her soft, gorgeous pussy.
"Stop teasing me," Katy groaned. "I'm ready. Fuck, I'm ready. Lick me properly."
I hesitated. I'd only ever done this once before. And that one time had been a total disaster. I'd fantasised about going down on girls, it had sounded so hot, to have a girl spread before me, her pussy in my face, what more could a guy want? And to drive a woman wild, to hear and feel her lose control as I licked her, that had been an intoxicating fantasy for me. I'd been dying to try it, but when I'd tried to lick Claire's pussy a month or two ago, it had all gone wrong. She'd freaked out about it, she'd stiffened up, she hadn't enjoyed it at all. I'd kept on, I'd thought she'd get into it, but she'd gone quiet and still, and it had become incredibly awkward. We'd stopped and Clair had never so much as kissed me again.
Katy sat up and looked down at me kneeling between her thighs. Her face was flushed, it had spread to her chest. "You've never done this before, have you?"
"I have. Once."
"Were you fantastic?"
I almost lied but didn't. "Not really."
"Not to worry Henry boy. I'm going to teach you." Katy laid back, but she propped herself up on her elbows so she could look down at me. "This is going to be so much fun. Now. Use your thumbs to spread me. Do it gently. Understand?"
This was getting more astonishing and surreal by the second. I didn't stop though, god, I wanted this more than anything. I reached out and placed the pad of each thumb on Katy's chubby outer lips. I moved them apart and spread her slowly. Her inner lips were a vivid pink inside, slick with her wetness.
"Lick me up and down, all the way. Do it slow. Make your tongue like you're licking an ice-cream. Start soft. Touch every bit of me," she ordered.
I flattened my tongue and licked up between Katy's parted lips. I touched her softly, I ran my tongue from the base to the tip of her and Katy moaned and shifted against me.
"Again. Keep going."
I did as Katy said, I ran my tongue over her again and again, and I loved it. I loved the feel of her, warm and smooth, the earthy taste of her, her breathy moans each time my tongue reached the top of her pussy.
"Go a little faster. Do it firmer each time."
I got what she meant. I sped up with each pass of my tongue, I pressed it into Katy harder with each pass.
Katy groaned. "Yeah, like that."
I was doing it. I was actually doing it. I was licking Katy's pussy and she was getting off on it. I moved a little faster, I curled my tongue up as I ran it over Katy's glorious pussy and her noises deepened, they grew louder.