That privileged position as doctor to female patients is not an easy one to fill without the intrusion of personal feeling. The temptation is enormous, and doctors are becoming well-known for their weaknesses in this modern age of graft and corruption. But when a doctor and a girl's mother gang up against her, what hope is there for the girl to escape?
This book offers a surprising view of sex and people who thrive on it and it offers a shocking commentary about "reaping the whirlwind." The victim is not always helpless, and the ravagers are not always all-powerful.
In a sense, this book is a morality play about a lecherous doctor, a sexually degenerate mother willing to parlay her daughter's body into a vessel for her own enjoyment, and a virginal girl caught up in the evil selfishness of other people's desires.
The ending is a shocker.
It makes one pause to think, could this be I?
What more can a book ask of the reader than to measure the actions of others against himself, to seek a determination of right or wrong as it affects him?
-THE PUBLISHER
CHAPTER ONE
Dr. Peter Drake eyed the luscious teenager sitting in the waiting room. He surveyed her warm, creamy thighs which were well exposed by her short mini-skirt. Her large breasts jutted provocatively beneath a tight fitting blouse.
Peter grinned and silently plotted her examination. He had waited a long time for this day. It had taken a lot of skillful maneuvering to get Melissa McIntyre to bring her young daughter, Kitty, in for a check up and now he was going to take full advantage of this opportunity.
Peter glanced at Melissa sitting beside her daughter. They were quite a pair, especially whorish Melissa. Peter was uncertain about Kitty. He knew she didn't like him, but he wasn't so sure that she was the sweet, innocent little girl she pretended to be.
Well, he would soon find out how innocent she was. He formed a mental picture of her spread legged on the stirrups on his examining table. Just the thought of examining her sweet little pussy sent a hot ripple of desire through him. His prick gave a slight jerk.
Kitty was nervous. The sharp pains in her stomach were nothing more than acid indigestion, but her mother had insisted that she see a doctor. In the back of her mind Kitty was certain that her mother believed she was pregnant. It would never occur to her that it was possible for Kitty to be a virgin at sixteen, yet it was true. Kitty had never let a boy touch her, not in that way at least. It wasn't that she was prudish about sex. It was simply that she was determined to show everyone that she was not a tramp, not a whore, like her mother.
Kitty felt no love for her mother. They had never been close. Her mother had always been too busy with men to worry about her young daughter.
There had always been men in her mother's life, men like Dr. Peter Drake. Kitty disliked Peter Drake almost as much as she disliked her mother. If it was really necessary for her to see a doctor, why did it have to be him?
Kitty glanced at her mother, sitting beside her, dressed in her usual, gaudy manner. She looked like just what she was, a whore. Kitty noticed the disapproving stares of the other women in the reception room.
When her name was called, Kitty gave a startled jerk. She took a deep breath and rose slowly to her feet. A nurse led her down a long, narrow hallway and ushered her into a small examining room. Kitty glanced back over her shoulder and saw her mother whispering to Peter. Peter glanced down the hall at Kitty, grinned and nodded his head slowly.
In the examining room Kitty was told to sit down on the edge of a paper covered, cushioned table. She modestly tugged at the hem of her short skirt as she twisted back onto the table. With a sly grin and a quick, understanding wink the nurse left the room. A nervous flutter churned in the pit of Kitty's stomach. She twisted her hands in her lap and cast a furtive glance about the tiny room. A nauseating odor of antiseptic permeated the air. Kitty wrinkled her nose.
A minute later the door opened and Peter Drake entered. He flashed a quick, knowing grin at Kitty.
"Well, well, Kitty! what seems to be the problem?" he asked with an implied undertone that Kitty did not like.
Peter sat down at a small desk and began writing something on a medical form. He glanced up at Kitty. She felt his eyes burning into her. The nervous flutter in her stomach became more intense. She wished she was not here. Damn her mother anyway.
"I just have an upset stomach," Kitty replied slowly, avoiding Peter's penetrating gaze.
"How can you be so sure it's not something else?" Peter asked.
Kitty caught the sinister implication in his question. She felt a quick flash of anger. He wrote something else on the form then rose from the desk and approached her. He grinned at Kitty's obvious nervousness.
"Now there's nothing to be afraid of, Kitty. I thought you and I were old friends. I'm not going to hurt you."
Kitty glared at him with cold eyes. He patted her leg and let his hand rest on the warm flesh of her bare thigh. Kitty tried to draw away.
"Just relax," he said quietly. "Here, lay back and let me make a couple of quick, painless tests."
Kitty was wary. She did no trust Peter. There was a look in his eyes which said he was interested in more than just a routine examination. She finally lay down after making a feeble protest.
With a wide, fixed grin Peter placed his hands on her belly and pressed lightly.
"Does that hurt?" he asked, pressing again, a little harder.
Kitty shook her head.
"How about here?" he moved his hand lower.
Again Kitty shook her head. "I'm not pregnant if that's what you're checking for," she said with thinly veiled sarcasm.
Peter chuckled quietly and shook his head. He returned to the desk. He made a couple of notes then looked up at Kitty again.
"By the way, your mother requested that I give you a complete physical while you're here. If there's anything wrong I'll find it out."
Kitty detected that certain implication again. Peter was just like her mother. He too thought she was pregnant. She also suspected the physical exam was just an excuse to try something else, something she would not permit. She had heard of doctors who were nothing but sex perverts. She also knew that Peter had just been waiting for an opportunity like this.
Kitty took a deep breath and let it out slowly. For a minute she was tempted to get up and walk out, but she had something to prove. She wanted Peter and her mother to know that she was still a virgin.
"Why don't you get undressed and slip into this," Peter said, handling her a white gown which opened down the back.
Kitty took the gown, but made no move to undress. Peter stared at her for a moment then shrugged his shoulders.
"It's okay," he said in a thick, overly sweet voice. "I've got some things to get while you change." He stood up and left the room. Kitty breathed a faint sigh of relief.
Alone in the room Kitty stared at the white gown in her hand. Did he want her naked under the gown? She gave a slight shrug. In the back of her mind was the nagging fear that he might try to rape her. Well, if he tried that he would sure wish he hadn't. Kitty suddenly decided to play along with this game, at least to a certain point. She stood up and began to slip out of her clothes.
After he left the examining room Dr. Peter Drake quickly slipped into a private office next door. He locked the door behind him then crossed the office to a large, scenic picture which hung on the wall. With a wide grin and a soft chuckle he pulled the left edge of the picture toward him. It swung away from the wall to reveal a window which looked into the examining room where Kitty McIntyre was beginning to undress. From her side the window appeared as a mirror.
Peter's thin lips curled in a wide, pleased grin as he watched the shapely young teenager slowly unbutton her blouse. How many times had he eyed Kitty at Melissa's home and dreamed of this moment?
Kitty opened her blouse and slipped it from her shoulders. Peter's breath was sucked away. Her large breasts overflowed the cups of her bra. There was a sharp, deep cleavage between her lush mounds. He felt a sudden desire to smother his face between those milky breasts.
A sudden tightness developed in his groin as Kitty unzipped her skirt and pushed it down over her wide, flaring hips.
Clad in a skimpy lace bra and filmy white, bikini panties she stood in the center of the room. Through the translucent material of her panties he could see the faint shadow of her pubic triangle. Peter swallowed hard. His pulse quickened. He waited breathlessly for her to shed her bra and panties. Instead of removing her remaining garments, Kitty reached for the white gown. She slipped it on. Peter gave a faint groan of disappointment. Nonchalantly Kitty sat down on the edge of the table and waited.
A tight apprehension gripped Kitty when Peter came back into the room.
"Well, are you ready to begin?" he asked with a wide, smirking grin.
Kitty nodded. A tiny shiver passed through her.
"Now if you'll just lay back and make yourself comfortable, we'll get started," Peter said calmly.
Kitty lay down on the small table. She shifted her hips slightly and tugged at the hem of the gown. She was glad she had left her panties on.
Peter took his stethoscope and placed it just above her right breast. He listened for a moment without any visible reaction. He moved the stethoscope slowly over the upper slopes of her breasts, pausing to listen occasionally and flashing a wide smile at Kitty.
Kitty lay still. Her eyes followed Peter's slow, deliberate moves. A sudden tightness began to develop in her belly as he peeled the thin gown from her shoulders. She offered a faint protest. The gown was pulled away to expose her lush breasts encased in the tight whiteness of her bra.
Kitty noticed the way Peter's eyes fastened on the deep cleavage of her breasts. A faint tinge of pink appeared in her cheeks.
Peter's cool hands, wandering freely over her warm flesh, ignited a glowing warmth in the hollow of her stomach. Kitty closed her eyes. She felt his hands and the cold metal of the stethoscope on the exposed curves of her breasts. Peter instructed her to take a deep breath and to hold it. She did, not realizing how her breasts were forced outward against her restraining bra.
"If I'm to give you a thorough examination, Kitty, you'll have to remove your bra."
Kitty's eyes opened wide in startled surprise. Why was it necessary to remove her bra? What could he tell by looking at her naked breasts? Again she thought of walking out, but she would do anything to show her mother up, even if that meant shamelessly exposing herself to Dr. Drake's leering eyes. She stared at him for a minute, then sat up slowly and unhooked her bra.
The loosened bra fell from her pink tipped breasts. Peter's eyes feasted on her lush, alabaster globes. It embarrassed Kitty to have to show herself like this, yet at the same time she experienced a faint sensuous stirring in her loins as Peter soaked in the beauty of her naked breasts.
Kitty lay back on the table and again felt the cold stethoscope On her warm flesh. The mysterious tightness in her belly grew stronger as Peter's hands wandered over her slowly heaving breasts. Her large, pink nipples began to tighten and grow turgid. She tried to fight against the feelings welling up inside of her. With the ease of a skilled artist Peter passed his stethoscope over her breasts, letting his bare hand brush her stiffened nipples. A delicious, warm glow bubbled inside of Kitty. She drew her breath in slowly and held it for a brief moment.
Peter Drake was enjoying Kitty's voluptuous beauty. A deep, ecstatic desire came over him as his hands passed over the unsuspecting teenager. A sharp dart of passion stabbed into him as his palm brushed her turgid nipples. He grinned inwardly. Being careful not to arouse Kitty's suspicion, he let his hands drift slowly over soft, smooth skin. Desire tingled in his belly. He prick gave a sudden jerk. A faint smile curled his lips.
When Peter eased the gown away to expose her thinly clad body, Kitty's cheeks turned a bright scarlet. She knew it was useless to protest. Also she knew it was silly for her to feel embarrassed. Peter was a doctor. He was used to seeing women undressed. It was a part of his job. So what if he also happened to be her mother's boyfriend?
Despite her strong dislike for Peter, Kitty felt a faint wave of excitement creeping over her. A warm, arousing deliciousness filled her belly. Except for her tiny, bikini panties she was nude. An arousing shiver shot along her spine. She closed her eyes as Peter's hands pressed lightly on her belly.
"Does that hurt?" he asked in an unemotional voice.
Kitty shook her head.
"How about here?" he asked, pushing lightly against her warm sides.
Again Kitty shook her head. She gave a sudden gasp of alarm when Peter asked her to remove her panties. She argued against this attack on her virgin innocence. Her argument was futile.
With a feeble sigh of resignation she raised her hips and let Peter pull her panties down over her trim ankles. Now she was completely nude in front of a man for the first time. A hot flush of embarrassment came over her. At the same time a light flutter of excitement danced in her stomach. Kitty fought it.
It shocked Kitty to realize that she was becoming sexually stimulated. She must have more of her mother in her than she thought. A warm, tingling feeling gnawed at her stomach. A light tremor rippled through her when Peter touched her furry pubic mound. His hand rested there for what seemed like a little longer than necessary. Kitty felt a sudden warmness between her legs.
Kitty's eyes opened slowly. She looked up at Peter. As if for the first time she noticed his strikingly handsome face. She liked his fairly long hair and the way his bright blue eyes sparkled. It was a shame that he had to be such a perverted bastard. Kitty closed her eyes again in a faint glow of self consciousness.
"Now Kitty, I have to make one more examination, they we'll be through. I hope this won't be too embarrassing, but I'll have to ask you to get into the stirrups."
Kitty's eyes flew open in mild surprise. She should have known this was coming. Still, she had hoped he wouldn't ask her to do that. A bright blush of red appeared in her cheeks. She was going to have to expose the most intimate part of her body shamelessly. Even if Peter was a doctor, the thought of revealing her private parts to him filled her with a deep sense of shame.
Kitty felt numb as Peter positioned her legs in the upraised stirrups. With her thighs spread in a wide Vee, the virgin pink cleft of her sex was lewdly exposed. Peter gazed at her naked pussy with a wide grin. The grin quickly disappeared as he caught Kitty watching him. Adopting a professional look of disinterest, he leaned forward between Kitty's upraised legs. She closed her eyes and turned her face. This was too humiliating, too degrading.
Peter stared at Kitty's gleaming young pussy. He felt a sharp tug in his lower region. His prick rose slowly. Her cunt was beautiful. The slightly moist labia were covered with a light down of soft, brown curls. The pink slit pulsated in sensual invitation. His heart thumped loudly as he slipped on a pair of rubber gloves.
Peter let his right hand inch forward toward the soft, moist female sex. The pounding in his chest grew louder. He parted the moist outer cuntlips. Kitty's bright, pink inner flesh was hot to his gloved touch. He felt her give a slight quiver as he opened her secret love box. The inner petals and flesh gleamed with flowing wetness. He longed to bury his face and tongue in her delicious, moist cunt.
He did not have to carry the examination any further to realize that Kitty was still a virgin. Her hot little pussy had never known the fiery penetration of a stiff cock. He smiled and spread the inner lips of her cunt. His prick rose firm beneath his tight pants.
Peter thought briefly of ramming his prick into that tight, virgin hole. His hand trembled as he eased an index finger into Kitty's vagina. She gave a faint groan at this unnecessary violation of her body. Her hips twitched. Peter felt the warm tightness of her virginal slit. Her moist labia closed about his finger. He glanced up and saw the distraught, but faintly aroused look on Kitty's face. She was enjoying his fingering. She might not admit it, even to herself, but she liked what he was doing to her.
He eased his finger deeper. Kitty's ruby lips were drawn tight. Her eyes were shut. Her cheeks were a flaming scarlet. Peter wanted to laugh. His eyes hurriedly returned to her moist slit. With most of his finger buried in her hot little cunt, Peter suddenly felt the tight resistance of her intact hymen. His observations were confirmed. Kitty was definitely a virgin. He pushed his finger harder. Kitty winched as a sharp pain stabbed into her.
"I'm sorry." Peter muttered under his breath.
His eyes dropped to the tiny, puckered hole just below Kitty's pulsing pussy. The left corner of his mouth curled upward. The sadistic impulse to suddenly ram his finger up her anus was almost more than he could control.
Kitty was a beautiful, young girl. Her hot, naked pussy under his hand, her moist labia grasping his finger tightly, filled him with flaming desire. Peter worked his finger back and forth slowly in her juicy cleft. Kitty moaned softly. Her hips gave a slight, rhythmic jerk. Peter grinned. It would not take much to transform this delightful little wench into a flaming bed of passion.
Kitty seemed to have a natural inclination for the erotic sports, just like her mother. Peter nodded and withdrew his pumping finger. The lips of her cunt held at his finger as if reluctant to release it. This was enough for now, Peter told himself. There would be other times when he wouldn't stop with a playful fingering. He would get this little sex bomb, one way or another.
"Okay, that's it," he said. He have her pussy a quick, parting glance then returned to his desk.
"You can get dressed now," he said over his shoulder.
Kitty removed her cramped legs from the stirrups and sat up slowly on the edge of the table. There was a warm, tingling sensation in her lower belly. For a brief instant she pressed her warm thighs together. A sharp jolt of excitement shot through her. The lips of her pussy burned.
Kitty swallowed hard and reached for her clothes. A whirlwind of tangled thoughts flashed through her mind as she slowly dressed. She had actually enjoyed what Peter had done to her. It shocked her to admit it. She tried to recapture the warm, glow which had come over when he had pushed his finger into her sex. A deep, erotic glow gripped Kitty.
With mixed feelings of uncertainty and sexual awakening she dressed and left the examining room. As she walked down the hall she could almost feel Peter's finger pushing into her pussy again. She had to bite her lower lip to keep from moaning out loud as a sudden surge of desire filled her.
CHAPTER TWO
As Kitty came out of the examining room, Melissa McIntyre noticed the look of confusion on her face. She recognized the faint, sensual arousal in her young daughter's eyes.
"Are you all right?" she asked as Kitty sat down beside her.
Kitty nodded slowly, without answering.
The left corner of Melissa's bright, ruby lips curled in a knowing grin. She patted her daughter's left hand.
"You wait here," she said. "I have to talk to Peter." Melissa rose to her feet, gave her daughter a quick, parting glance and went to find Peter Drake.
"Well, how'd it go?" Melissa asked breathlessly as Peter pulled her in a vacant examining room.
"She's a virgin," he snickered. His eyes darted quickly over Melissa's mature body. The tight fitting, silken dress clung provocatively to the firm, trim lines of her ripe figure. A seething turmoil of desire rolled in his belly.
"Are you sure?" Melissa asked, incredulously. It was hard for her to believe that a beautiful young girl of Kitty's age could still be a virgin.
'There's no doubt," Peter replied with a flip of his hands. "Her hymen is perfectly intact. Believe me, I know."
"What did you do to her?" Melissa's tone reflected sensual curiosity more than motherly concern.
"Nothing, really. I just fingered her a little, that's all."
"From the look on her face when she came outside I'd say she enjoyed it," Melissa reflected idly.
Peter's searching eyes met Melissa's. An erotic message of desire passed between them. Melissa's bright lips curled in a sly, understanding grin.
"She really turned you on, didn't she?"
Peter Drake nodded slowly. "I wouldn't be much of a man if she didn't."
Melissa chuckled softly. Her eyes dropped to Peter's crotch. It was swollen with the memory of Kitty's hot, naked pussy. Rolling her pink tongue over her moist lips Melissa cupped her hand over his bulging crotch.
"Did she really get to you that much?" She gave his prick a tight squeeze.
Instead of answering, Peter wrapped his arms about Melissa and drew her pliant body against him. She gripped his prick tighter. There was a soft moan as her tongue pushed into his open mouth.
Peter's hands moved down to cup Melissa's tight asscheeks. She quivered. Her pelvis rolled against his prick as his hands dug into the soft flesh of her buttocks. She clutched his prick and felt it throb in her hand. Her pulse quickened. She forced her tongue deep into Peter's mouth.
They both panted for breath as they broke the fiery embrace. The sharp tug of desire was strong in Melissa now, too strong to be denied. Her head reeled.
With deft fingers she opened the zipper of Peter's pants. He stood mute. His hands reached for her heaving breasts. She slipped her hand inside his pants in search of his aroused cock. He gave a soft groan of pleasure as she stroked his rigid prick. He cupped her breasts. Melissa arched her upper body forward, filling his hands with her lush softness.
"Oh Peter, I've waited all day for this," she moaned.
Her hand dropped between his legs to fondle his heavy balls. She pulled his prick from his pants. Her eyes darted to the thick, fleshy dagger. Uttering a weak groan she sank slowly to her knees.
Peter clutched at the thick, heavy strands of her auburn hair. Her hot lips began to nibble at the gleaming head of his cock. He threw his head back and pulled her face forward. Her warm, wet mouth engulfed the throbbing hardness of his prick.
As the stiff rod pushed into her hot oral cavity Melissa gave a gurgled moan. The smooth cockhead brushed the roof of her mouth and pushed deep into her throat. She twirled her tongue around it, savoring the delicious taste of the hard, masculine flesh.
She sucked lightly, drawing her lips back and forth along the throbbing shaft, nipping it lightly with her teeth, then easing her head forward to send the cock plunging into the deep recesses of her throat. Stiff curls of pubic hair tickled her nose.
She sucked lightly, drawing her lips back and forth along the throbbing shaft, nipping it lightly with her teeth, then easing her head forward to send the cock plunging into the deep recesses of her throat. Stiff curls of pubic hair tickled her nose.
A hot flood of passion engulfed her. Her entire body burned with an aching, urgent need. Her head bobbed back and forth. She slipped a hand inside Peter's pants to cup and fondle his balls. His body tightened.
Melissa's sucking became more intense, more eager. She swallowed his prick, regurgitated it, and swallowed it again. The tip of her tongue danced in the tiny hole at the head of his prick. His entire body shuddered in ecstatic delight.
Melissa gave a choked moan of pure ecstasy. Her own body began to tremble. Hot flames of desire danced in her stomach. Her left hand dropped to her abdomen. She pressed lightly and felt a wild, racing, throbbing passion dart through her heated loins. The lips of her cunt pulsated. The crotch of her panties was soaked. In the grip of a seething passion she could wait no longer.
With a parting kiss on the head of his cock she stood up and melted against him. Peter folded his arms about her and pushed her back toward an examining table.
Writhing and moaning with pent-up desire Melissa stretched out on the table. Her hands came up to cup her heaving breasts. She squeezed her firm mounds and moaned softly.
Peter's hands roamed feverishly over her trembling, eager body. He lifted her skirt. Melissa shuddered in delight. Her body was aflame with a raging need. She raised her hips as Peter tugged at her panties.
In a second her panties were off. Melissa opened her thighs wide. Her thick, dark haired bush lay open to him. The warm lips of her mature pussy throbbed with moist, burning desire.
Peter surveyed the wildly erotic scene in front of him. Melissa's pussy was full and mature compared to Kitty's. Where the young girl's cleft showed a virginal hesitancy, Melissa's cunt was open and eager. Already her heavy labia gleamed with flowing moistness.
Peter trembled as he slowly sank to his knees. He parted the pulsing labia and stared in hypnotic fascination at the fiery inner folds of her love nest. His throat went suddenly dry. An eager excitement gripped his stomach. His prick jerked violently. He opened the inner petals of her pussy and leaned forward slowly.
When Peter's flashing tongue caressed her stiff clitoris, Melissa's hips jerked up from the paper covered table. She raised her knees and spread her thighs wide. She squeezed and pressed her breasts together. Hot, molten waves of desire poured over her. Her head rolled from side to side. She twisted her hips and pressed her burning pussy tighter against Peter's face.
Peter's tongue pushed deep into her hot vagina. It twirled inside of her. Melissa soared in ecstatic bliss. His moist, darting tongue dropped to the winking opening of her anus. He licked at the tiny aperture until it gleamed with spittle.
With the small hole well lubricated Peter trailed a finger along the dark cleft of her ass. It poised at the moistened opening then pushed in slowly. Melissa gave a deep throated groan as the sodomizing finger impaled her anus. Her hips rose sharply. Her body quivered in erotic spasms.
"Fuck me, Peter! Fuck me!" she groaned between clenched teeth. "Oh God! Fuck me!"
Like a little boy hastening to obey his mother, Peter stood up between her widespread thighs. He paused only long enough to drop his pants around his ankles. His naked cock was aimed like a blunt sword at the gaping lips of Melissa's cunt. She grabbed his cock. Holding it tight in her hand she guided the bulging head between her thick labia. She moaned as the throbbing tool penetrated her tender flesh. Her hips rose sharply.
The tight lips of her pussy sucked at his prick. Peter pushed forward slowly. His prick sank deeper into her hot body. Her rich, inflaming moistness closed about him. With a sudden lunge he buried his cock in her.
Melissa arched from the table. Her wide-splayed thighs shook. The brutal cock was splitting her in two. It was so good. Her pussy gripped it tighter, drew it into her, held it a firm prisoner.
Melissa bucked her lips in perfect unison with Peter's thrusts. Their united bodies spun in fiery abandon. Melissa felt herself climbing a towering peak of lustful sensuality. In the vague recesses of her mind she heard the slap of naked flesh against naked flesh.
Peter's dangling balls pounded against her puckered anus. A wild, delicious ecstasy came over her. She wanted more of his sweet cock. She wanted it to impale her with sinful lust.
Tiny beads of perspiration formed on her rolling forehead. Her eyes were locked closed. Her mouth opened in carnal desire. Her bright tongue rolled over her lips. Her turgid nipples were rubbed raw by the stiffness of her confining bra.
As the flaming tides of passion swept over her, Melissa moaned louder and louder. She crammed a tight fist into her mouth. She bit down on her knuckles. A sharp pain stabbed into her. Her hips slammed up and down on the table. Peter's cock rammed into her with violent force. It tore into her soft, yielding body.
A pair of hands slipped beneath her trembling buttocks. They squeezed her fleshy asscheeks. A finger probed between her mounds for the final thrust.
Melissa gave a low, sensual scream as a finger stabbed into her ass. As the finger plunged into her rectum, Melissa's eyes flew open. Peter let out a long, deep groan.
Melissa's vaginal muscles contracted as her womb was flooded with fiery jets of hot, male cream. Her pussy drank each delicious drop and begged for more. As his hot juices spurted deep into her, her own needs reached a burning crescendo. Her heart fluttered as violent forces of carnal passion tore through her, draining her, emptying her vessel of love. Melissa clenched her fist tight.
As she spiraled downward from the peak of pleasure, Melissa slowly opened her eyes. She managed a weak, satisfied smile as Peter withdrew his wilting prick from her drenched sex. His face was flushed. His breathing was sharp.
Melissa sat up slowly. There was a distant hammering in her head. She was weak and dizzy. The room seemed to spin about her. She shook her head and glanced down at Peter's limp, lifeless prick.
"Oh Peter! that was great!" she sighed.
Peter could only nod his head in weak reply. Melissa sat on the edge of the table, her skirt gathered about her waist. She glanced down between her open thighs. The lips of her pussy were soaked with creamy semen. A thick flow of male cum dribbled from her open cuntlips. She cupped her hand over her wet pussy and wiped the warm juices from her hot box.
Melissa, beaming broadly, her eyes dancing with mischievous delight, brought her cum soaked hand to her mouth and licked her fingers slowly, teasingly.
Peter's face brightened with an erotic glow. He watched as Melissa's hand returned to her soaked vulva. This time she buried a finger in her cunt before returning it to her waiting mouth. Her eyes dropped for a second to his limp prick. She shifted forward on the edge of the table and reached for his cock.
Her warm lips curled in a faint, inviting smile as she fondled his lifeless genitals. She rolled his empty scrotum in her hand and grinned.
"You're really an insatiable whore," Peter said, between sudden gasps. "Don't you ever get enough?"
Melissa chuckled. "You like me like this and you know it," she replied slowly, curling her tongue over her lips.
She slipped from the table and sank slowly to her knees in front of Peter. With a wide grin she guided his soft prick to her mouth. She sucked it and watched him groan in helpless surrender. She sucked his limp prick and licked his hairy balls. His cock remained lifeless. Finally she stood up.
"I guess I'll have to wait until next time," she said mirthfully. She kissed Peter full on the mouth. He wrapped his arms about her and held her tight.
"What about Kitty?" he whispered in her ear.
"What about her?" Melissa repeated, with a sly, understanding grin.
"Don't play games, Melissa. You know goddamned well what I mean."
Melissa nodded her head slowly and pulled away from Peter. She picked up her discarded panties from the floor and slipped them on. Ignoring the pleading look in Peter's eyes, she turned toward the door.
"Whatever happens with Kitty will be up to her," she said finally. She brought her right hand to her puckered lips and blew Peter a kiss. "And maybe up to you too," she added as a brief afterthought.
Peter was left standing dumbly in the center of the room with his pants down around his ankles. Melissa left the room. With a shrug of exasperation he pulled his pants up.
When Melissa returned to the waiting room she found Kitty sitting dejectedly in a corner. A tear glimmered in her daughter's soft eyes. Melissa smiled to herself and realized what must be going through Kitty's mind right now. The confusion and doubt was clear in her half closed, tear brimmed eyes. It would take time, Melissa realized, but she was sure that the confusion and doubt would disappear, especially if Dr. Peter Drake had anything to do with it.
CHAPTER THREE
Kitty had thought the confirmation of her virginity would be a triumph. It wasn't. She didn't feel one bit elated. Her mother's strange attitude added to Kitty's confusion.
Most mothers would have been relieved to know their sixteen-year-old daughter was a virgin, not her mother. Kitty could not understand it. Maybe her mother would have been happier if it had turned out that she was pregnant.
Kitty lay on her bed staring at the ceiling. Her mind whirled in a quandary about herself. The most disturbing thing was the way she had enjoyed having Peter's finger in her pussy. Even now, just thinking about it sent a warm quiver through her body.
She knew it was supposed to feel good to be touched there, but she could not help feeling a slight twinge of conscience. It was wrong to let a man do that to her. Even though her mother had never told her so, it was a part of Kitty's belief that a girl should remain pure. No, that wasn't really it either. She wasn't prudish enough to believe in the old fairy tale of the virgin bride. It was something else deep inside of her, a fear, which caused her to tremble at the prospect of a male touching her.
Once she had let Jimmy Compton touch her breasts. She had enjoyed letting him caress and fondle her. However, a cringing fear had welled up in her until she couldn't stand it any more and she had slapped him. Afterwards she had felt guilty and deeply ashamed. She had not let a boy touch her since.
Today, laying naked on that examining table, she had seen the gleam of desire in Peter's eyes. His lewd stares had embarrassed her. At the same time a strange feeling tugged at her. A tiny flicker of warmness had settled between her legs.
When Peter had touched her pussy a sharp pang of desire had flashed through her. When he inserted his finger in her vagina, Kitty had pretended it was a small penis. To her very great surprise it had felt good. Peter had also massaged her clitoris. Delicious sensations had spread quickly through her body.
Now, those same feelings returned. A tingling tightness grew in her belly. A warm quiver danced between her legs. She sucked in her lower lip. A deep, warm glow came over her. Unconsciously she pressed her thighs together. She gasped as a hot dart surged in her loins. Her eyes opened wide in startled surprise.
The hot dart became a rumbling arousal. Her body twitched. Her hips rolled in awakened desire. Kitty closed her eyes again. It felt so good.
She floated. She drifted in an erotic fantasy of brilliant, flashing colors and tingling, electric sensations. A warm wetness developed between her legs. The taut nipples of her breasts rubbed against her stiff bra.
Kitty moaned softly. Aroused desire was taking control. She tried to fight it. She told herself this was wrong. Good girls didn't do this.
A ripple of excitement churned in her belly. Her breasts were aching. Unconscious of her movement, Kitty's right hand moved slowly over her flat, quivering stomach. She pressed her belly lightly. A sharp spasm tore into her. She gave a tiny, barely audible gasp. Her hips jerked. She spread her hand and pressed again.
Kitty suddenly caught herself. Red faced, she sat up on the bed. Her head reeled. She had almost given into a perverse, lewd desire. It was horrible. What kind of person was she?
Despite her feeling of guilt, Kitty still experienced a certain warmness. She was concious of her physical needs for the first time. She glanced down at her naked thighs. Her short skirt had ridden high. She saw the white crotch of her panties and blushed a bright scarlet. Was it right to feel like this? Did other girls ever enjoy these forbidden pleasures? Was she unconsciously a shameless pervert? Kitty shook her head. She didn't know the answers any more.
Peter had awaken desires she thought she would never feel. He had degraded and embarrassed her, but he had made her feel good. He had enjoyed it too. Kitty had seen the way he eyed her. She remembered the way his pants bulged in front when he spread her legs. She knew it excited men to look at girls. She had never thought it would excite her to be looked at, or to see a man react that way to her.
Kitty lay down. A warm flood of aroused, youthful sensuality came over her. When her hand again moved toward her stomach she did not try to stop. She suddenly wanted to feel good again.
She pressed her belly. As a totally unconscious reaction her thighs opened. Kitty closed her eyes. She gave herself, fully, to the warm, tingling excitement filling her body. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly. Quivering desire vibrated in her loins. Her thighs opened wider.
Her hand moved lower on her stomach. Her tiny mini skirt was gathered high on her creamy thighs. Her hand trembled as it moved slowly, deliberately over the soaked crotch of her panties.
A sudden surge of liquid heat poured over her. A sharp gasp rolled from her open mouth. She moved her hand slowly over her damp crotch. An engulfing fire of lust roared around her.
A tiny voice of protest screamed in the back of her mind. Kitty ignored the faint voice. She pressed her hand tight over the moist, pulsing lips of her pussy.
Through the thin, soaked material of her panties, she felt the fire of her sex. Her throbbing labia burned. She rubbed her pussy slowly. Hot flashes of molten desire shot through her. Her hips jerked. Her body twisted. She moaned.
In complete, sensual abandon she rubbed her hand over her tender, virgin cleft, arousing herself to joyous heights of delight.
Eager for full satisfaction, Kitty jerked aside the crotch band of her panties. She touched the fiery heat of her moist cuntlips. A sudden, startled gasp shot from her. In haste her finger groped for the tiny button of her clitoris. A low groan rolled across the bedroom. She was surprised at how her clitoris was like a very tiny penis. She passed her fingertip experimentally over the fleshy knob. A hot flush of racing desire filled her. Her body churned. She moaned.
She rubbed her clitoris harder. The fiery sensations in her body became more intense. Her body jerked and trembled as if a powerful electric current was shooting into her. Her head rolled back. Her thighs went wide.
Her fingers danced in her juicy slit, arousing her with feverish excitement. Her hips rose high. Her body was seized in the throes of ecstasy. In total amazement her eyes opened wide.
A volcano suddenly erupted inside of her. Hot streams of molten lava poured through every vein and artery in her body. Kitty bit her lower lip. Her body arched. A hot, liquid flood bathed her crotch and fingers. Her virgin cleft dripped with the flow of her sweet honey.
Kitty collapsed. Her body was completely drained. She removed her hand from between her legs and closed her thighs.
As the erotic frenzy faded, Kitty was crushed beneath a wave of shame and guilt. She had masturbated. Tears welled in her eyes. She roiled over and buried her face in a soft pillow. Her tears flowed freely.
The full shame of what she had done numbed her with shock. How could she have done that? What inconceivable power had forced her to do it? She began to sob. Her wracking sobs echoed her flowing guilt. She covered her ears with her hands to drown out the pathetic cries of misery. She felt an overwhelming shame and disgust at herself. She had behaved like a love starved whore, just like her mother.
Kitty suddenly remembered the time she had caught her mother masturbating. She had not meant to intrude. She had only wanted to talk to her mother. She had gone to her mother's room and knocked lightly on the door. After a minute or so, she eased the door slightly ajar.
Stunned, she saw her mother laying on the bed, naked. Between her widespread legs two fingers pumped wildly in and out of her dripping pussy. Kitty stood at the door, unable to move. She watched helplessly as her mother drove her own fingers into her body. It was a sickening scene.
A deep, unconcealed disgust welled up inside of Kitty. At that time, in spite of the disgust, she had felt her own body responding to the erotic performance. In fear of being caught in a web of erotic sin like her mother, Kitty closed the door.
After that, Kitty seldom spoke to her mother. She became determined to pull herself above what her mother was. She vowed never to let a man touch her until she was married. She had to prove, to herself, that she was better than her mother.
Now, with crushing humiliation and dark despair, Kitty realized she wasn't any better than her mother, after all. She had given into the devil which inhabited her body too, the same devil that controlled her mother.
When there were no more tears to shed, Kitty rolled over onto her back. Her normally, bright, sparkling eyes were red and puffy. She brushed her hand across her damp cheeks, sniffled and sat up slowly.
In a daze she unbuttoned her blouse. She pushed it from her shoulders. Her bra followed. She stood up and shed her skirt and damp panties. Naked, she crossed the room to a full length mirror. She stared at her ripe, nude image.
Her body, that she had been so proud of, now filled her with shame. She quietly surveyed her full, pink nippled breasts and the brown tuff of hair at her pubis.
Kitty could not stand to look at herself. She turned away from the mirror and went to the bathroom. She turned on the shower and stepped under the almost scalding water. As the stinging stream struck her body, Kitty felt a sense of refreshness. The hot spray was washing away the perverted desires of her body, cleansing her of the sin of masturbation.
CHAPTER FOUR
Melissa McIntyre was worried. It upset her to think that Kitty was still a virgin. What if she became frigid? She could end up an old maid without having ever known a man. These fears haunted Melissa every time she saw her beautiful daughter. There was also the nagging fear that perhaps Kitty had discovered a substitute for men. What if, in her fear or ignorance of sex, she had turned to other girls? Melissa forced that thought from her mind. Kitty was no lesbian.
Then what was the problem? Perhaps it was a simple matter of being afraid of men. She had never known the pleasures of a man, that was obvious. Suppose she was afraid of men, afraid they would hurt her, afraid she would become pregnant?
Melissa pondered the problem and tried to think of possible solutions. She could have a long mother-daughter talk with Kitty. She shook her head. That was out of the question. There had to be another way. In final desperation Melissa called Peter. Her hands trembled as she dialed his phone number.
When Peter answered the phone Melissa tried to sound calm, but her quivering voice betrayed her anxiety.
"What's wrong, Melissa?" Peter asked.
"Peter, I don't know what to do," she answered. "It's Kitty. I tell you, Peter, I'm worried sick about her."
"Good grief, what for?" he chuckled. "I told you everything was okay. She had a slightly upset stomach but that was all."
"Yes, I know," Melissa replied. "It's not that."
"Well, what is it then? Don't tell me you're upset because she isn't pregnant?"
"Shit, don't be silly Peter. This is serious."
"All right then, I'm sorry. So tell me what's bothering you?" Peter went silent and waited for her to continue.
Melissa hesitated. Was this really the right thing to do?
"It's because she's a virgin, Peter," she said very slowly, almost afraid to utter the words.
"What's wrong with that?." Peter asked in mild surprise. "Most mothers would be happy to find out their daughter is still a virgin, especially nowadays."
"I know, Peter. I know. What concerns me is what this might mean. Suppose she becomes frigid or ..." Melissa hesitated. She could not bring herself to say what was really on her mind.
"Or what?"
"Or something worse," was all Melissa would say.
Peter went silent. Melissa was not the kind of woman to panic easily. If she was worried there must be a good reason. He finally thought of a possible solution. Melissa was shocked as he briefly outlined his idea. At first she refused to go along with it. Finally, in sheer desperation and for lack of any better idea herself, she consented.
The following Friday evening Peter came to Melissa's house. Kitty answered the doorbell.
"Oh, it's you," she said dryly, stepping back so he could enter the house.
"Boy, your enthusiastic welcome really sends me," Peter grinned. His eyes briefly darted over her luscious body. Warm desire stirred in his loins. He remembered her spread naked on the examining table. He thought of her juicy little pussy and the way her moist cuntlips had sucked at his finger. All she needed was a man to show her what it was all about. Maybe he was that man.
In the living room Peter found Melissa waiting for him. There was a worried frown on her face. Doubt and hesitating appeared in her eyes.
Since the evening was intended to be a special occasion Melissa wore her most revealing dress. The wide, flaring skirt ended well above her knees. The deep cleavage between her breasts was exposed by the plunging neckline. She managed a weak, half smile as Peter's eyes traveled over her body.
"Peter, are you sure this is the only way?" she asked, fearfully.
"You trust me, don't you?" he replied. He settled beside her and slipped an arm about her trembling shoulders.
Melissa nodded.
"Well, trust me now. Believe me, if there was any other way we wouldn't do this. But I think in Kitty's case the only thing that will work is shock therapy. Don't worry, Melissa."
Melissa smiled. Peter was right, of course. He was always right. She just wished she could be certain that everything would work out like he said. Peter pulled her face to him. Melissa let her lips brush his.
"That's better," he whispered. His hand closed on her left breast. "Call her down here," he said quietly, with an air of calm resolution tempered with a faint trace of excitement.
"Peter, are you really sure about this?" Melissa hesitated.
"Yes, I'm sure," he answered in mild exasperation. "Now go ahead, call Kitty down here."
Melissa swallowed and took a deep breath. A taut nervousness gripped her insides. With a sigh of resolution she went to the stairwell and called up to Kitty. When the young girl appeared at the head of the stairs, Melissa told her to come down to the living room. Her heart pounded as she returned to Peter followed by a reluctant Kitty.
Peter rose politely to his feet as they entered. "How are you feeling now, Kitty?" he asked. His eyes drifted over her tempting body. A faint blush appeared in her cheeks.
"I'm okay," she replied, casting a nervous glance at Peter, then at her mother.
"Why don't you come over here and sit down?" Peter nodded to a chair in front of the sofa.
"Why?" Kitty asked with a slight edge in her voice.
"Well, we want to talk to you," Peter remarked, trying to sound like a doctor who was concerned about his patient.
"Go ahead, baby, sit down," Melissa said, glancing at her daughter. A cold, icy glare met her. Melissa, embarrassed, lowered her eyes.
Kitty sat down in the chair. She fidgeted with the hem of her short skirt. Her eyes darted, with suspicion, from her mother to Peter.
"What do you want to talk about?" Kitty asked.
Melissa and Peter glanced at each other. They exchanged knowing nods. Peter stood up slowly. Melissa felt her heart skip a beat as he walked slowly toward Kitty. She wanted to change her mind, but it was already too late for that.
"Darling," Melissa said, her voice quivering. "Peter thinks you may have a slight infection. He ran some tests the other day after we left the office. Something showed up which he wants to check out. You know, just to be sure."
Kitty snapped a sharp look at her mother. "Why didn't he just ask me to come back to the office? Why did he come here?"
Melissa glanced helplessly at Peter. He stood beside Kitty. His darting, lust-filled eyes soaked in Kitty's ripe, young body. Melissa felt a sudden pang of jealousy, or was it envy?
"I thought as long as I was coming over here this evening, I'd just save you the trouble of coming to my office."
Kitty looked at him suspiciously.
"Kitty, this infection isn't anything serious, but we have to stop it. It could get to be very uncomfortable for you if it spreads."
"All right," Kitty replied sarcastically. "So I've got an infection. What are you going to do, give me a shot?"
"Well, it's not quite that simple," Peter winked at Melissa. "Your mother and I were just discussing this problem. I think, and she agrees, that it would be best if I conducted another examination. You know, just to make sure. If I'm right I'll give you a prescription and the infection will be cleared up in a few days."
Melissa watched Peter slip smoothly through his lines. He understood women. Melissa could see that Kitty's resistance was weakening. Peter had done his job well. Melissa knew the rest was up to her. She leaned across the coffee table.
"It's all right, Kitty," she said reassuringly. "It's really just a precaution. Besides, I'll be right here with you, so you don't have to be afraid."
"I'm not afraid," Kitty snapped. Her eyes darted again to Peter. She took a deep breath.
Kitty knew Peter was lying about the infection. He just wanted to touch her again. The delicious memory of his touch sent a warm quiver of desire stirring in her loins. Suddenly she wanted him to touch her again. She wanted to feel his hand down there. She leaned back in the chair and nodded her head slowly.
Peter gave a wide grin of triumph.
Melissa took a deep breath and let it out slowly. So far it had all gone according to plan. She was a little surprised that Kitty had given in so easily. She held her breath as Peter slipped to his knees in front of Kitty.
Melissa sat back and crossed her legs. A faint tremor of arousal drifted through her. Her pussy grew moist as she watched Peter lift Kitty's short skirt. The young girl lay back in the large chair, offering no resistance, no protest as her skirt was raised around her waist.
When Peter tugged at Kitty's panties, Melissa felt a sudden thrill of excitement. Her pulse quickened. The filmy panties were slowly peeled down over her daughter's hips and creamy thighs. Kitty lay naked from her waist down.
The lips of Melissa's pussy pulsated with hot desire. She panted for breath. A fiery heat spread through her. A sharp gasp rolled from her lips as Peter opened Kitty's thighs to reveal the naked loveliness of her young, virgin pussy. The pink slit gleamed with a slight moistness. The glistening labia pulsated. Kitty's thighs were spread wide. Her fur lined slit opened. The tiny clitoris protruded and waved its fleshy head.
Kitty knew she should feel a deep sense of embarrassment at having to expose herself so shamelessly, but to her surprise she didn't. All she could think of was Peter's finger. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the warm glow coming over her. When Peter touched her moist cuntlips Kitty gave a sudden jerk.
Melissa watched Peter part Kitty's gleaming labia and dip a finger into her juicy cleft. A pounding desire filled her. Her right hand drifted over her trembling body. She pressed her stomach. Her hands slid to the quivering flesh of her bare thighs. With her eyes fixed on Kitty's exposed slit Melissa's hand dipped between her own heated thighs. She gave a soft moan as her hand closed on the fiery lips of her panty-less pussy. A flaming rush of desire came over her. She slowly opened her thighs wide and caressed the swollen lips of her cunt. Her hips jerked spasmodically. A finger trailed into her flooding crevice. Her fingers danced over the stiff bud of her burning clitoris. She gave a low moan.
Kitty was caught up in her own desires. She uttered a low moan too as Peter worked a finger into her virgin cleft. She winced as the finger pushed against her hymen.
Like a skilled surgeon, Peter manipulated his probing finger until Kitty's hips began to move in the slow rhythm of love. His thumb gently massaged her tiny clitoris. With a practiced sureness, his finger eased in and out of her delectable little orf ice.
Melissa watched, hypnotized. Her hand pumped feverishly into her own flowing pussy. Her hips arched. She moaned softly. She saw the faintly aroused expression on Kitty's face. She breathed a sigh of relief. She pounded her fingers into her dripping pussy and caressed her stiffened clitoris with the heel of her hand. Her free hand slipped inside the open neck of her dress. She massaged and squeezed her heaving breasts. She slid forward on the edge of the sofa and spread her thighs wider.
Kitty was primed and ready. Peter saw the dreamy look on her face. Grinning broadly, he leaned forward between her open thighs. It was time for the next step. He took a deep breath and glanced over his shoulder at Melissa.
He chuckled softly as he saw her hand pumping furiously at her cunt. There would be time for her later, he decided. First the daughter, then the mother. Everything was working out perfect.
Kitty's eyes flew open as a flashing tongue spun over the moist flesh of her pussy. The tongue speared her pussy and licked at her flowing sweetness. She suddenly came to her senses. She saw her mother playing with herself. Kitty's mouth dropped.' This was terrible. And what Peter was doing to her, it was even worse. He was kissing her down there, actually putting his tongue inside of her. Kitty gave a horrified shudder.
How could her mother sit there and watch this happen? She was not only letting Peter do this, but was obviously getting turned on by watching him do it.
Kitty wanted to scream. They were horrible people. Worst of all, she was almost as bad as her mother. She had let herself be maneuvered into this degrading situation. She had actually wanted Peter to touch her. She was as much of a tramp as her mother.
Tears of shame rolled down Kitty's scarlet cheeks. Burning with a blistering anger at herself, she shoved Peter away from her. Before he could react she spun away from him and ran, sobbing, upstairs to her room. She threw herself face down across her bed and sobbed hysterically.
Melissa felt an urge to run after Kitty, to reassure her, but she couldn't move. The demands of her body were too strong. She jabbed her fingers deep into her flaming cunt. With begging eyes she turned to Peter.
On his knees Peter moved between her widespread legs. Melissa grabbed his head. With passionate impatience she jerked his face down and arched her hips up. Peter did not have to be forced.
His tongue flashed out. He eagerly devoured the hot female flesh. His tongue thrust deep. It twirled in Melissa's streaming furrow. She groaned in delight. Her body arched. She clawed the front of her dress open. Her hands caressed her naked breasts. She pushed her ripe mounds together. Her sweating palms rubbed her turgid nipples. She moaned and wrapped her legs around Peter's head.
Driven wild with desire and urgent need, Peter stood up. In a frantic fury he slammed his rigid cock into Melissa's ready pussy. She gave a muffled cry of ecstasy as his full, hard length rammed into her. She wrapped her arms about his neck and held him tight as their bodies twisted and humped together.
They rolled onto the floor. Melissa was on top. Positioning herself on her knees, she rose and fell on the thick shaft buried in her belly. She reached behind her to fondle Peter's heavy balls. He massaged her aching clitoris.
At the same time their bodies exploded in a fiery crescendo of passion and lust. Melissa gave a deep, rattling cry as her flowing juices mixed with Peter's spurting cream. The hot jets shot deep into her womb. It was wild. It was delicious. She cried out again and again as hot waves of passion roared over her.
Drained and empty, she fell forward on top of Peter. Her dress was soaked with sweat. She gasped for breath.
In the fading heat of passion neither Melissa nor Peter noticed the fleeting figure at the top of the stairs. They did not hear a door close or the muffled sobs echoing faintly from Kitty's room.
CHAPTER FIVE
Kitty lay across her bed. Deep sobs wracked her young body. How could her mother let Peter deliberately debauch her? The horrifying scene of her mother fingering herself flashed into Kitty's mind. More bitter tears flowed as she realized that she had actually enjoyed Peter's fingering and tonguing. She was a tramp, just like her mother. She, too, was a wanton whore.
Her sobs grew louder. Her pillow was soaked with her tears. Her lungs gasped for air. She was no better than her mother. Kitty had witnessed her mother and Peter making love. She had seen Peter put his long, hard cock into her mother. Her mother had loved it. She loved cock more than she did her, Kitty realized.
In her tearful anguish Kitty did not hear the door of her room open or see the two naked figures walk slowly toward her.
Kitty was suddenly seized by two powerful hands and violently pinned to the bed. She managed to roll her head to one side.
Her mother knelt beside the bed. Peter straddled Kitty's prone body. His hands tugged at her skirt. Kitty screamed. Her body twisted. Peter's heavy weight held her pinned firmly to the bed. Her skirt was jerked up to expose her panty-less bottom. She screamed again.
She tried to claw at Peter, to tear his eyes out. She tried to kick him, but another pair of hands pinned her legs to the bed. With a sudden, horrible shudder Kitty realized that her own mother was helping Peter. They were going to rape her.
"No!" she screamed. "Please! Don't! Mother! Mother! Help me!" she pleaded. Her voice was shrill, filled with panic.
A hand struck her hard on the back of her head. A dazing pain numbed her brain. Her face was shoved into a pillow, muffling her screams.
"You've been asking for this," Peter said roughly. "Now just relax and enjoy it."
"Noooooo!" Kitty screamed. Her worst fears were being realized. These savage, unmerciful people were going to rape her. But why? Why was her mother doing this?
Kitty struggled until she did not have any strength left. When she paused for a moment to catch her breath she heard the sound of ripping fabric. Her dress was being torn off. With futile, helpless sobs, she lay still while she was stripped naked.
After her bra was torn off, Kitty was rolled onto her back. She stared at Peter's leering face. With fiery defiance she twisted her body and almost succeeded in slipping out of Peter's grasp. If her mother had not held her legs, Kitty would have made it.
With a loud, sadistic laugh, Peter straddled her stomach and pinned Kitty's wrists to the bed. She glared at him in icy silence. Gathering a wad of spittle in her mouth, she spit it at Peter. It splashed harmlessly against his naked chest. He laughed louder.
"You sonofabitch," Kitty stammered. "Let me go!"
"Not on your life, Babydoll. Not till you get a good taste of what every girl needs." Laughing sadistically, he bounced his hard, naked prick against her stomach. "Just wait till you feel this pushing up inside of you. Then you'll be grateful to us for showing you what it's all about."
Kitty could not help flashing a brief glimpse at the long, pulsing prick which rested on her quivering stomach. Her eyes widened in helpless fear.
"Please, mother! don't let him do this to me. Please!" Kitty whimpered.
"Hush, Baby! It's all right," her mother replied in a soft, soothing voice. "Peter won't hurt you. Just relax, honey. You need this. You need to know what ifs all about. Peter will be very gentle with you if you'll just let him."
Kitty groaned. It was useless. There was nothing she could do, nothing she could say. They were going to rape her. Large tears rolled down her cheeks. What was the use in struggling? What was the use in trying to fight the growing demands of her own body? There was no sense in trying to prove that she was better than her mother, because she wasn't. All the years of struggling with her inner desires were futile.
Crying in silent frustration Kitty ceased struggling. She closed her eyes. The tight grip on her wrists gradually relaxed. She offered no resistance as Peter caressed her naked, heaving breasts.
"Now that's more like it," she heard him say.
He cupped her full, stiff nippled breasts and tweaked her swelling nipples. Kitty's sobs subsided. A warm tingle spread slowly through her body. She glanced at her mother.
Melissa sat beside her trembling daughter. She watched in obvious fascination as Peter stroked Kitty's lush, nude body. A strong contempt welled up in Kitty. A bitter hatred rose in her, hatred for her mother, for Peter, for what they were doing to her, and for herself for enjoying it.
Kitty closed her eyes again. A tight lump developed in her throat. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Peter's hands moved slowly over her warm, quivering body. Tiny, choked sobs rolled from her throat as his hard prick moved up between her breasts. He squeezed her firm mounds together and worked his prick back and forth between them.
Kitty's cheeks went scarlet. She felt a warm, rushing desire in her loins. She lay passive, no longer struggling against this brutal rape. She kept her eyes closed and bit her lower lip.
"It's time for your first lesson, little girl," Peter said sarcastically. He removed his hands from her breasts and grabbed her head.
"Open your eyes and look at me," his gruff voice commanded.
Kitty kept her eyes locked tight. They might be able to rape her, but they certainly couldn't force her to watch.
"Have it your way," Peter chuckled. "But you're going to miss half the fun by not looking. Here, see how you like this?"
Something smooth and warm brushed Kitty's lips. Her eyes flew open. Peter chuckled. A numbing shock rolled through Kitty. Peter was trying to put his prick in her mouth. She tried desperately to twist away, but he held her head tight. She couldn't move. She wanted to scream, but knew that she did not dare to open her mouth. She clenched her teeth and lips tight. The naked prick pushed against her lips. In spite of herself, Kitty felt a sudden, strong tugging in her abdomen. A sharp burning sensation spread rapidly through her body. The prick was forced harder against her tight lips.
"Go ahead, Kitty, don't be afraid. Open your mouth and taste what a man is like. You'll like it," Peter said. He laughed and tried to pry her mouth open.
Kitty's jaw muscles ached. She knew that she couldn't hold out much longer. An idea suddenly came to her. He wanted her to take his prick in her mouth. Well, she would, then it would be her turn to pay him back for this humiliating debasement.
Kitty kept her eyes closed. Her jaws slowly relaxed. Peter gave a deep sigh of victory. Her ruby lips parted slightly. He pushed his cock against her opening mouth.
Kitty felt the smooth shaft easing into her mouth. A wave of nausea came over her. She fought back the gagging sensation. Her mouth opened wider. The pulsing prick pushed in.
A fiery dart danced through her body as the smooth-headed prick brushed the roof of her mouth. A quick flash of desire rushed over her. She tried to resist it. She was determined not to let herself enjoy this perverted violation.
More of Peter's hard cock pushed into her gaping mouth. Kitty's red lips locked about the pulsing shaft. To her complete and utter amazement it tasted good. A warm, delicious feeling came over her. The brief wave of nausea faded. In its place there was a fiery tingle of pleasure. Kitty's eyes opened wide. This couldn't be happening. She was beginning to enjoy sucking Peter's cock.
Peter pumped his prick slowly in and out of her mouth. Kitty's resistance vanished completely. Her sadistic impulse to bite his penis disappeared. A hot wave of ecstasy engulfed her. The rich taste of male flesh overwhelmed her. She began to suck, lightly at first, then gradually with more feeling.
His prick pushed deeper into her mouth. Kitty let her tongue spin over the bulging cockhead. Rich, sweet drops of seminal fluids inflamed her already heated desires. She could not believe that she was really doing this. Worst of all, she was actually enjoying it.
"See, I told you she'd like it once she got her first taste," Peter told Melissa.
Melissa nodded slowly. She stared at the hard prick in her daughter's mouth. Inflamed with burning desire Melissa's right hand eased down to her furry crotch. She gently massaged her wet pussy and watched the total submission of her daughter.
Kitty was responding to Peter's skilled love making. Her thighs opened. Melissa was treated to a full view of her young daughter's exposed pussy. She stared at the throbbing, virgin cleft. The pink lips gleamed with flowing moistness.
"How do you like it?" Peter asked Kitty.
She looked up at him. Her cheeks were hollowed with the force of her sucking. Her mouth was gorged with his thick shaft. She was surprised to find herself nodding. Peter chuckled softly.
"I thought you'd like it," he said slowly.
Indeed Kitty did like it. She had never thought anything as totally degrading as this could fill her with such a passionate urgency. Her feathery tongue flashed over the thick cock. Her body burned with eager desire.
Blind passion took control of her. She found herself wanting to feel this wonderful prick ramming deep into her hungry pussy. After a brief moment of hesitation her right hand came up and wrapped around the base of Peter's rigid prick. It felt so good.
Her body responded, growing hotter, aching with a fiery need. Her eyes drooped closed. She gave herself to her wildly aroused passions. Her hand slipped between Peter's legs. A sudden thrill shot up her spine as she cupped his dangling balls.
Peter suddenly jerked his prick from her mouth. Kitty gave a deep groan of disappointment. The wide leer vanished from Peter's face. Obvious desire and deep, sensual arousal was reflected in his eyes. He kissed Kitty, letting his tongue push into her open, sucking mouth. She gave a low moan.
His lips and hot, darting tongue danced over her wildly heaving breasts. His head slid to her flat, quivering belly. Kitty knew what he wanted to do. She wanted him to do it.
Controlled by raging desire she spread her thighs wide. His head slipped between her open legs. His flashing tongue caressed her tender clitoris. Her hips rose sharply. He tongued her clitoris and buried his face in her young, flowing cleft. Kitty groaned in sensual delight. Her hips bucked and jerked sharply. His hands cupped and squeezed her firm, fleshy buttocks. Kitty moaned her pleasure.
Melissa watched the ruthless ravishment of her daughter. She fingered her own streaming cunt.
She lay down on the bed and spread her thighs wide. Two fingers rammed into her gaping slit. Wild, erotic sensations danced through her body. She faintly heard Kitty's low, pleasure-filled moans. The young girl was learning the pleasures of the flesh and obviously enjoying it.
Peter's face was covered with Kitty's hot, virgin love juices as he raised his head. He licked his lips then stretched out on top of her. Kitty felt his hard prick probing her pussy. A sharp tightness grew in her belly. She braced herself for the pain she knew was coming.
Peter's bulging cockhead pushed at the wet lips of her young pussy. Kitty gasped. His hips thrust forward. There was a tight pressure between her legs. Her warm labia parted. The thick head of his prick eased between her warm, clasping cuntlips.
Kitty took a deep breath and held it. Peter, very gently, slipped into her. She gritted her teeth. His cock gradually disappeared in her hot sheath of love. The tightness in her belly increased. The cockhead contacted the fleshy barrier of her taut hymen. A sharp pain stabbed into Kitty.
She gasped and winced as Peter pushed against the barrier. She clutched his shoulders. Her sharp fingernails dug into the soft flesh of his back. She bit her lower lip and moaned in agony.
She was being ripped open. A hot poker pushed inside of her. Peter withdrew his prick slightly then rammed it forward again with brute force. Kitty screamed.
A violent pain tore through her body. She tried to push Peter away, to make him stop. He was killing her. It was too much, she couldn't stand it.
Burning tears rolled down her cheeks. Peter rammed into her again. Something snapped. Kitty gave a loud, piercing scream.
For a moment Kitty thought she was going to pass out. The pain was almost too much to bear. Then, much to her surprise, the pain began to lessen. Instead of searing pain she felt a deep sensual glow, a warm heat between her legs. She experienced a delicious feeling of floating on air. She sighed. Peter's prick was completely buried in her now. She was no longer a virgin.
Peter's hot breath burned her neck. He gasped with deep moans and sharp sighs. His prick pushed deep into her seared pussy. It swelled and thrust hard into her.
Kitty's hips rose to meet his downward thrusts. She loved the way his hard cock reamed into her. Violent shudders ripped through her. Her body responded with a deep sensual awareness.
She wrapped her legs around Peter's thrusting hips. She ground her pelvis against his. Her body soared higher and higher. The initial pain disappeared.
Warm waves of ecstasy cascaded over her. Kitty rolled her head to one side and saw her mother ramming fingers deep into her own lusty cunt. Kitty's eyes held on her mother's hairy slit.
The juicy, thick labia pulled the fingers deep. With a sudden, erotic pang Kitty saw that her mother also had a finger rammed deep into her anus. Kitty had never dreamed that anyone could enjoy something like that.
Kitty closed her eyes again. A powerful, climactic sweep came over her. With a sharp rush she felt Peter's hot cream spurt deep into her flooding pussy. Her hips twisted. She drew the fiery eruption into her womb. Deep groans and low moans rolled from Peter's open mouth.
Wild, churning convulsions wracked Kitty. She could not get her breath. She squeezed Peter in a fleshy vise of clinging arms and legs. When her own climax hit, it left her completely stunned. She writhed in ecstasy beneath Peter.
Kitty felt a tremendous force pulling her apart. She screamed. She moaned. She groaned. Her body twisted. Her hips rose sharply. Her fingernails raked across Peter's back.
There were other low moans, but Kitty did not hear them. Her mother reached a fiery peak of passion. Eager fingers were crammed deep into her flowing cunt. A finger plunged to the hilt in her ass. She rolled on the bed and groaned in sheer delight.
A vague emptiness gripped Kitty when Peter pulled away from her. She wanted his prick back inside of her again. Her throbbing cuntlips begged for it. It was too late.
Peter sat up on the edge of the bed, gasping for breath. His prick dangled empty and lifeless between his legs. Kitty glanced at her mother with a weak smile. She should be angry at her mother, but she wasn't. She felt nothing, neither love nor hate, only a vacancy where her feelings should have been.
Kitty's body had been deliciously satisfied, but she felt no joy. She lay quiet, only vaguely aware that her thighs were still widespread, or that Peter was staring at her soaked love nest. She didn't care. Let him look if he wanted to. It didn't matter.
With her eyes closed and her body drained, Kitty drifted into a deep, dreamy world. She was unaware when her mother and Peter left the room. She did not even feel Peter's parting kiss or the touch of his hand on her pussy.
CHAPTER SIX
A depressing sense of guilt dominated Kitty the following day. She could not bring herself to feel angry at her mother, or at Peter, for raping her. It was her own fault. She had willingly given into the carnal demands of her body. Like a shameless whore she had wallowed in sinful lust and enjoyed it. Kitty was ashamed of her whorish behavior, ashamed of the desires of her wicked body. Like her mother, she was a slave to her own physical desires.
Kitty ached all over, especially her painfully swollen pussy. There was a deep ache inside her belly. It served her right, she decided. She should suffer for what she had let Peter do to her.
Kitty tried to avoid her mother. Every time she looked at her mother she saw a mirrored image of herself. It was disgusting. Finally, in the late afternoon, Kitty decided to go for a drive. Perhaps it would help to get out of the house for a while.
Without asking her mother for the car, Kitty slipped the keys from the nail where they hung in the kitchen. There was a loud screech of burning rubber as Kitty sped away from the house.
She drove blindly for an hour, not knowing where she was going, and not really caring. She hardly noticed the other cars on the street, or the pedestrians crossing in front of her. She automatically stopped at traffic signals without really seeing them.
Words like: whore, bitch, tramp, cocksucker, spun dizzily through her tortured mind. She felt dirty, cheap. She should just walk down the street and offer herself to the first man she met. That was all she was good for, a quick lay, a hot fuck. The word "fuck" hung in her mind. She repeated it slowly, over and over. Finally she said it out loud.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
The harsh word slammed into her ears. Uttering the forbidden word brought a certain relief. It was as if she was vocalizing her guilt and sin.
When she returned home, Kitty felt no better. If anything she felt worse. Her mother met her just inside the front door.
"Where've you been, honey? I've been worried sick about you."
"I just went for a ride," Kitty replied with a shrug.
She pushed past her mother and went into the living room.
"What's wrong, Kitty?" her mother asked, following her. "You haven't spoken to me all day. Are you mad about last night?"
Kitty turned to her mother and shook her head slowly. It was pathetic to see the faked concern on her mother's face. Kitty wanted to laugh.
"No, Mother, I'm not mad," she replied in a cool, detached voice. "I'm not really anything," she added in a faint whisper.
"Ohhhhh, you don't know how much better that makes me feel," Melissa said. "I've been worried ever since it happened that you might blame me and never speak to me again."
Kitty offered a half smile. A tiny, forlorn feeling of loneliness stirred inside of her. Silently she turned away from her mother and went upstairs to her room. This time she closed and locked the door behind her.
As if in a daze Kitty unzipped her flowered mini dress. She stepped out of the dress. Clad in a white bra and brief bikini panties she crossed the room to a mirror. She surveyed her briefly attired body with idle curiosity. For the first time she looked at herself as a woman. She was no longer an innocent iittie girl. Her body was that of a fully developed young woman.
Kitty suddenly realized that she was beautiful. She was desirable. Her body, of which she had recently been so ashamed, now stirred a feeling of feminine pride. Her full breasts jutted forward in the tight bra. A brief smile crossed Kitty's lips. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Her naked breasts thrust forward. Her large, pink nipples stiffened. Kitty hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and pushed them down.
Completely nude, she turned slowly in front of the mirror. Warm desire gnawed at her belly. Kitty let her eyes drift slowly over her full, heaving breasts and down to the rich tangle of brown curls on her pubis. Her smile widened. A faint ripple of excitement churned in her stomach. She turned away from the mirror and stretched out across her bed.
Unconsciously, she thought of Peter. She could feel his hands on her body, his heavy weight crushing her, his throbbing penis ramming into her hot pussy. She gave a soft, aroused moan.
It was happening again. Kitty couldn't help herself. Hot waves of desire sucked her into an ocean of carnal passions. She rolled her head in a vain attempt to push the thoughts of lust from her mind. It was a futile struggle. She knew she would give into the overpowering desires.
Her hands moved slowly over her lush, nude body. A sudden inspiration hit her. She jerked her hands from her heaving breasts and reached for the telephone beside her bed. She dialed a number. When a husky male voice answered, Kitty took a deep breath. Since she felt like a whore she might as well start acting like one, she decided.
"Hi Jimmy," she purred in her softest, sexiest voice.
"Who is this?" Jimmy Compton asked, puzzled by the honey voice dripping with sensual invitation.
Kitty laughed softly. "You mean you don't recognize Kitty McIntyre," she cooed, fighting the sudden wave of shame coming over her. She had to go through with this. She had to. Inflamed with wild desire, she held the telephone receiver in her left hand while her right hand trailed lightly over her tingling, naked body.
"Kitty! It sure doesn't sound like you."
"It's the new me," she replied. She cupped her left breast. Her palm brushed her turgid nipple. She moaned softly into the receiver. She was shocked at herself. She had suddenly become quite the little tart, she realized. Had this teasing instinct been pinned up inside of her all along? The words she was saying and the tone of her voice were foreign. This was not really her saying these awful things, deliberately teasing like this.
"Well Kitty, it's been a long time," Jimmy said. He was obviously taken aback by her overt advances.
"It's been too long, Jimmmmmmy." She drug his name out, flipping it at End with a faint hint of sensual desire.
Jimmy started to laugh. His laugh was broken in the middle and followed by a long, silent pause. "Kitty, are you sure this is really you?"
"I'm sure," she replied coyly. "You know Jimmy, it's too bad you're not here with me right now."
"Why's that?" he asked, betraying a sudden arousal.
Kitty giggled and hesitated. Did she really want to go this far?
"Because I'm laying on my bed as I'm talking to you." She stopped. Her heart pounded. Her hand slid to the furry softness at her groin. With a barely audible gasp she cupped her hand over her hot, pulsating pussy.
"And you know what else, Jimmy?" She spoke with a slow deliberateness.
"What?" Jimmy squeaked.
Kitty bit her lower lip. She took a deep breath. She let it out slowly, breathing the words into the receiver.
"I'm naked, Jimmy. I don't have any clothes on, not a stitch."
There was dead silence on the other end of the phone. Kitty softly stroked her pussy while she waited for Jimmy to absorb the impact of her words. Seething passion was rising in her. She spread her legs wide and pressed the heel of her hand against her stiffened clitoris. A strong whiplash of ecstasy hit her. She groaned and closed her eyes.
"Kitty?" a faint voice called. "Wha . .. wha .. . what .. . are you . .. doing now?"
"What do you mean, Jimmy?"
"You're making funny noises and things."
Kitty wanted to laugh, but the feelings welling up in her were too strong to permit laughter. Did she dare tell Jimmy what she was really doing? Should she tell him that she was playing with her pussy? She shook her head. She could not bring herself to throw away her last thread of decency.
"Jimmy, I'd like to see you," she purred into the receiver. The fire between her legs grew hotter. She parted her moist labia and pushed a finger into her dripping slit.
"You would?" he asked, shaken by her abrupt forwardness. This could not be the same, shy Kitty who had slapped him for touching her breasts.
Kitty nodded slowly without answering verbally. Her body trembled under her fiery caresses. She eased her finger deeper into her streaming cleft. Her hips churned in a slow, ecstatic rhythm. She could barely hear Jimmy's voice on the phone.
"Kitty, would you like to go out for a Coke?" he asked.
"When Jimmy? When?" she panted.
"Right now. I'll pick you up in half an hour."
Kitty was surprised. It had been so easy to get Jimmy to ask her out. He had sworn he'd never speak to her again after their last date. She was being positively lewd on the phone, yet she didn't feel ashamed or embarassed, just pleased.
"I'll be waiting," she whispered sexily into the receiver. Her lips formed a warm kiss. She hung up the phone and grinned.
Between her widespread legs, Kitty's finger pumped slowly in and out of her warm, wet pussy. She massaged her stiff clitoris until her body burned with a feverish lust. When she could hardly stand it any longer she slowly withdrew her finger and smiled. She was primed and ready for Jimmy now. She would have to go through with her plan or go out of her mind with erotic frenzy.
Naked, Kitty went to her closet. She glanced down at her nude body and grinned in silent satisfaction. She cocked her head to one side and tried to decide what to wear for this important occasion. Something signifying her new liberated status would be appropriate.
After a moment of thought she took down a dress she'd never worn before. It was a bright red, mini dress which her mother had bought for her. The color was too gaudy. It was the kind of dress a prostitute would wear. Kitty felt like a prostitute now. She nodded in approval and slipped the dress over her head.
A deep, warm glow came over her as the fluffy, polished cotton dress settled over her nude body. She zipped up the back of the dress then went to the mirror. She turned slowly in front of the mirror. The red dress clung enticingly to her ripe body.
The tiny, flared skirt accented her hips and narrow waist, Kitty smiled. Even without a bra her full breasts jutted forward. Beneath the thin, red material her turgid nipples were boldly outlined. She had never worn anything this daring before. She felt naked. As she spun in a slow circle the full skirt flared up. Kitty caught a brief glimpse of her naked loins. Her cheeks burned. She reached for her panties and raised her right leg to step into them.
A sudden thought struck her. What if she did not wear panties either? The boldness of the idea sucked her breath away. She dropped her leg and held the filmy panties up in front of her. She raised her arched eyebrows, then with a low chuckle she tossed the panties aside. If she was going to be a scarlet woman she might as well do it right, she decided.
She brushed her long hair and carefully applied bright pink lipstick and pale blue eye shadow. She was ready. The image which stared back at her from the mirror shocked Kitty. She looked so much older, more mature, seductive. She turned her back to the mirror and leaned forward slightly. The back of her short skirt rose to reveal a daring portion of the bare cheeks of her ass. She grinned. If this didn't turn Jimmy on then nothing would.
Jimmy's mouth dropped when Kitty met him at the front door. She smiled and turned in a slow circle.
"Well, what do you think?" she asked. "How do you like the new Kitty McIntyre?"
For a moment he was unable to answer. His lust filled eyes darted over her provocative body. "You're beautiful," he said at last, taking a deep breath. "Absolutely beautiful."
There was a faint flutter in Kitty's breasts. Could Jimmy tell that she was naked under this thin dress?
Jimmy took her hand and led her to his waiting car. As she got into the car Kitty let her short skirt ride high on her creamy thighs. Her heart beat faster as Jimmy's eyes dropped to her legs. She held a warm, inviting smile and slid close to Jimmy. He grinned. There was a deep, obvious excitement reflected in his bright, blue eyes. He almost flooded the car trying to get it started.
"Where are we going, Jimmy?" Kitty purred softly. She snuggled closer to him and laid her head on his shoulder. She felt him tremble.
"I don't know," he replied in a high pitched tone. "Where would you like to go?"
Kitty thought for a minute. A hot flush of desire spread through her. The heated tingle between her legs grew stronger. God! she felt like a nymphomaniac. There was an urgent itch between her legs. Her right hand started for her moist pussy before she caught herself.
"Why don't we ride up to Lookout Point," she whispered seductively.
Jimmy's head jerked sharply. "Lover's Lane?" he said in surprise.
"Why not?" Kitty replied, rubbing her cheek against his firm shoulder. She felt the greatest temptation to touch his cock, to see if it was hard yet. She restrained herself with great effort. Nagging guilt for what she was doing clung tenaciously to her, but she was determined to carry this through.
Jimmy remained silent during the short ride to Lookout Point. Every once in a while he would glance down at Kitty as if unable to believe she was really snuggled beside him.
"Kitty, what's come over you?" he finally asked, as the car came to a stop on the edge of a high bluff.
"What do you mean?" she returned, as if she didn't understand what he was talking about.
"You know. You're different. You're not the same girl."
"Do you like the difference?"
"Yeah," Jimmy breathed. "I never knew you could be so damned sexy." His right arm slipped around Kitty's quivering shoulders. She let him pull her closer.
A tiny pang of conscience stabbed into her as their lips joined in a fiery, passionate kiss. With a fierce determination Kitty pressed her open mouth to his. She had never really liked Jimmy. Why was she doing this?
The flaming kiss stirred a deep churning in Kitty. A warm rush of desire came over her. She trembled. She pressed her soft breasts against Jimmy's heaving chest. His tongue pushed deep into her open mouth. Her arms went about his neck. She held him tight against her pliant, quivering body.
Kitty sighed when he touched her breasts. It felt so good to feel a strong, masculine hand caressing her body. She arched her breasts forward, filling his hand with her feminine softness.
She moaned softly and locked her ruby lips against his. Her head whirled. Wild, racing excitement rolled through her. Her body became a seething bed of passion. She twisted in complete, sensual abandon. Jimmy's hand moved over her ripe, young body, feeling, caressing, causing her to tingle all over.
A violent shudder twisted through Kitty as his hand moved slowly along her bare thigh. He reached the hem of her short skirt. Kitty held her breath. Her tongue dove into his mouth. A deep, gnawing hunger gripped her. She could not stop now even if she wanted to. She was a whore, a tramp. She wanted to be fucked.
The interior of the car reverberated with their combined sighs and moans. Kitty trembled under Jimmy's fiery caresses. His hand slipped under her skirt. There was a sudden exclamation of shocked surprise when he discovered that she was naked under her dress. His fingertips trailed in the rich curls of her soft pubic curls.
"My God, Kitty!" he moaned. "I didn't believe I'd ever get to touch you like this." His hand pushed between her slowly opening thighs.
Kitty remained silent. The consuming fire of passion was too strong. All she could think of was his prick and how good it would feel in her. She opened her thighs wide. Jimmy's hand covered her naked, throbbing pussy. Kitty sighed.
Her hand dropped to his right leg. It slid along the quivering muscles of his inner thigh until it contacted the stiff bulge of his swollen prick. Kitty caressed the rigid shaft, thrilling to the way it jerked under her hand.
Jimmy's hand between her open thighs sent a sharp surge of burning lust through Kitty. He trailed a finger in her moist cleft, searching for her clitoris. Her hand closed around his cock. He gasped. His body tensed.
"Kitty! Kitty!" he groaned.
Guided by fiery, inner instincts Kitty groped for the zipper of his fly. She wanted his naked cock in her hand. After a brief struggle with the unfamiliar task, Kitty freed his bursting tool.
She gave a deep sigh. Her hand moved slowly over the full length of his naked shaft of love. She stroked it and felt it throb in her hand. Jimmy moaned. His finger eased into her flowing cleft. Kitty gasped. Her hips jerked at the sudden impalement.
The finger pushed and wormed its way deeper into the soft, inner recesses of her hot body. Kitty squeezed his prick. A sudden remembrance flashed through her mind. Her drooping eyes opened. Her warm lips parted. Her tongue curled over her moist lips.
The memory of Peter's prick in her mouth sent a sudden burst of lascivious desire shooting into her. She glanced at the pulsing prick in her hand. It gleamed with a ghost-like appearance.
Her palm passed over the smooth, silken cockhead. Jimmy shuddered. The churning in her stomach became a raging desire. She swallowed hard, and slipped out of Jimmy's arms.
Her hand tightened about his throbbing penis. Her head slipped lower. She felt a wild throbbing in her head. Her breasts heaved. Her heart pounded in erratic rhythm. She opened her mouth. Her moist tongue flashed out.
Kitty wished that she could have seen the expression on Jimmy's face when she boldly kissed the head of his prick. He jerked violently as her tongue curled around the pulsing head of his cock. Kitty opened her mouth wide. She pushed the bulbous cockhead into her throat. Her hot, eager lips closed tight around it.
Jimmy gave a loud, deep groan. His hips jerked. He almost gagged Kitty as his cock rammed deep into her throat. Hot flashes of desire raced through Kitty. The stiff prick in her mouth filled her with aroused passion. Her head bobbed up and down. The smooth cockhead brushed the roof of her mouth and pushed against the back of her throat. A sharp, sweet, nectar rolled over her tongue.
Jimmy's hand moved along her back. He raised her skirt and caressed the creamy flesh of her naked buttocks. Kitty tried to moan. The pumping cock in her mouth stifled her low cries. Driven by burning desires and the need to punish herself, she reached into Jimmy's pants and fondled his heavy, cum-filled balls.
His cock tightened in her mouth. She tried to push his penis down her throat. Jimmy's hand gripped her asscheeks. His fingers dug into her soft buttocks.
Kitty was totally unprepared for what happened next. She was so caught up in her avid sucking and the delicious tingles engulfing her body, that she failed to hear Jimmy's warning cry.
His cock suddenly bulged in her mouth. A thick, warm, slightly salty cream spurted down her throat. It was only then that she realized what was happening. He was coming. He was coming in her mouth.
She started to jerk away, but the taste of his thick cream filled her with a desire for more. Stunned at her own lewdness she swallowed his flowing cream. His cum filled her mouth and dribbled from the corners of her lips. She swallowed eagerly, drinking his cum as if it was a sweet juice.
When she raised her head from his shrinking prick, Kitty's lips and chin were covered with thick, white cum. She licked her lips clean, savoring the sweet taste in her mouth. A fiery glow filled her. There was an urgent hunger in her body, a hunger which demanded full satisfaction.
She glanced at Jimmy's wilting prick. A faint groan of disappointment rolled from her lips. She reached for his shrinking prick. It was warm and sticky as she wrapped her hand around it.
Jimmy leaned back, gasping for breath. He stared at Kitty through glazed eyes, making no effort to touch her.
Kitty was desperate. Throwing off all restraints, she leaned back and spread her thighs wide. Her hands darted between her open legs. With a long, deep moan she spread the pulsing lips of her cunt.
A finger stabbed frantically into her streaming cleft. She rubbed her aching clitoris with her free hand. Her hips rose from the car seat.
Beside her, Jimmy sat spellbound. Kitty pumped her finger furiously in her hot pussy. She massaged her clitoris harder. Fiery shafts of pure lust shot through her. Her head rolled back. Her eyes were shut tight. Her mouth drooped open.
She shoved her finger hard, plunging it deep into her dripping cunt. A sharp surge danced in her belly. She was almost to her peak. Her eyes opened for a brief moment. She stole a glance at Jimmy's lap.
His cock again stood rigid. The sight of her masturbating had restored life to his spent organ. Kitty swallowed in eager desire for the hard prick.
She looked at Jimmy with pleading eyes. "Fuck me, Jimmy! Fuck me!" she moaned.
The obscene words coming from her mouth shocked her. At the same time they sent a sudden thrill dancing along her spine. She twisted down on the car seat and lay with her cunt fully exposed to Jimmy's shock-filled eyes. He glanced at his now rigid cock then slipped between Kitty's wide splayed thighs.
Kitty gave a deep groan as Jimmy's prick was rammed into her dripping orifice. Her tight cuntlips sucked at his prick, drawing it deeper into her. Her hips rose to meet his hard thrusts. A shudder of tingling excitement rippled through Kitty.
Her hungry cunt devoured Jimmy's plunging cock as it stabbed into her soft, yielding body. Kitty's body arched. She twisted beneath him. Her hips undulated. It only took a few sharp jabs of his lovely prick to bring her to the full peak of sensual satisfaction.
Her body erupted. Kitty gave a sharp, ear splitting cry. Angry forces tore at her, ripping her open and draining her insides. The beautiful prick in her pussy drove her insane. She couldn't get enough. Her flooding juices bathed his prick in the fiery heat of her body. Her back arched. The lips of her pussy clasped his prick tight and held it.
Kitty collapsed, breathless and weak. Her body was numb. She couldn't move or even say a word for a long time. She pulled Jimmy's face to her and gave him a long, deep, passionate kiss.
Now she was a complete whore. Kitty gave a faint smile of grim satisfaction.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Kitty changed after her brief affair with Jimmy. She had wanted to feel like a whore, to punish herself for her own frail weaknesses. All she had succeeded in accomplishing was to plunge herself into the depths of misery and depression. She didn't feel like a whore. She didn't feel like anything. She was nothing, just an empty shell. On the outside she wore the appearance of a woman of the world while on the inside she was a frightened little girl.
Melissa wasn't sure whether she viewed the r result of Kitty's education with approval or apprehension. Her daughter had matured, at least sexually. Kitty was no longer a shy, withdrawn little girl. She dressed and behaved like a grown woman well aware of the charms of her body.
There was one result which pleased Melissa. Kitty would at least talk to her now. There was no real closeness between them, but at least Kitty seemed to accept her and tolerate her with a new understanding.
At Peter's suggestion and instigation, Melissa decided to give a party. She would invite all of her swinging friends for a really far out orgy. The prospects of an orgy filled Melissa with a churning desire. However, a nagging thought clung to her. How would Kitty react to group sex? Peter had insisted that she attend the party. The orgy would be a sort of graduation for her. Would she view it in the same regard? Melissa shrugged her shoulders.
Kitty was not informed of the party until just a few hours before it was to start. She had been in her room, laying across her bed and thinking of what she had become. She was a perverted, sex-crazed little bitch, she thought with a wry grin. Nothing mattered anymore, except sex. She was consumed by the devil in her body, driven by it, controlled by it. She felt a deep loathing for herself. She was a prisoner of her own lusts. It was a part of her inheritance from her mother. Kitty wished she had never been born.
When her mother came into the room, Kitty eyed her with detachment. The word "whore" flashed through her mind.
Melissa sat down on the edge of the bed. Her eyes briefly traveled over Kitty's remarkably beautiful figure. A warm glow of maternal pride came over Melissa. She could see the faint outline of Kitty's nipples under her thin dress. She made a mental note to caution Kitty about not wearing a bra. She did not want to see her daughter's breasts sag from unsupported muscles.
"Baby," Melissa said slowly. "How would you like to attend a very special party tonight?"
"What kind of party?" Kitty asked, without the least sign of interest.
"Well," Melissa groped for words. She did not want to tell Kitty it would be an orgy. That might frighten her and spoil everything. "It's just a special get together with a few friends of mine and Peter's."
Kitty shrugged noncommittally and stared at the empty ceiling. Her mother was trying to tell her something indirectly. Maybe she and Peter were planning to rape her again. If Peter wanted to fuck her she would not resist.
"Okay," Kitty replied after a moment of silence.
Melissa was delighted and relived. "You'll really have a good time, honey. You'll see. These friends of ours are really groovy people."
"Look, Mother! You don't have to convince me. I said I'd go," Kitty's voice was harsh, cold.
Kitty remained in her room all afternoon. There was a hollow emptiness in her stomach as she dressed for the party. She wore a plain, sexless dress. Tonight she was not in a sexy mood. She wished she had not agreed to go to the party. Even if the people were groovy swingers, she really didn't care. She might even hop into bed with the first man who approached her this evening. If she did, it would be without meaning, without feeling. She would appease the devil in her body, but her mind would remain free, detached.
Only a few guests had arrived when Kitty finally came downstairs. She settled down in a chair in a far corner of the living room where she would be isolated. One young couple attracted her interest.
The young man had shoulder length, blond hair and a smooth, good looking face. Kitty felt a slight tug of desire. The girl appeared to be not much older than Kitty. She was very shapely and wore a tight, cling dress with a plunging neckline. The upper swells of her lush breasts were exposed.
Kitty grinned as she noticed the young man peeking down the front of the girl's dress. She did not seem to mind him looking, in fact she seemed rather pleased. The girl crossed her legs. Her short skirt rose high on her creamy thighs. For a second, Kitty's eyes darted to the girl's legs. She idly compared them to her own, which were also well exposed by a short skirt.
Kitty leaned back in the chair. With detached boredom she eyed the other guests. All the women wore sexy, revealing dresses. One girl wore a thin, almost transparent dress with obviously, nothing under it. Kitty began to wonder if this was a planned orgy. If it turned out that way, what was she going to do? She was not in the mood for sex. She wished she had not come downstairs. She thought of returning to her room and curling up with a good book. Let these people fuck themselves silly if they wanted to. They could do it without her.
In a far corner Kitty saw her mother and Peter. Her mother was curled in Peter's arms. Kitty saw his hungry hands close on her mother's breasts. They were disgusting, doing that right here in front of everyone. A bright blush appeared in Kitty's cheeks.
Sometime later, after everyone had been mellowed with drinks and soft music, the mood of the party changed. The tempo of the music increased. Kitty sat up in her chair. Her eyes wandered about the room.
Everywhere she looked couples were entangled in an embrace of rising passions. Kitty's eyes darted to each couple, coming to rest, finally, on her mother and Peter. She gave a sudden gasp.
Her mother's dress was down around her waist, her breasts were bared to Peter's eager hands. A numbing shock filled Kitty. This was indeed an orgy. She made a move to get up, to go upstairs to her room. She wanted no part of all this. Something held her in the chair. She couldn't move. She couldn't take her eyes from the aroused couples around her, especially the young couple she had watched earlier.
The girl's dress had disappeared. She was clad only in very brief, and very transparent panties. Kitty swallowed hard. A tiny knot of passion stirred in her belly. She took a deep breath. Her thighs trembled. Her hands shook. Her heart pumped faster.
The young girl suddenly pushed away from her boyfriend. She stood up in front of him. With a wide, teasing grin she placed her hands suggestively on her hips. She began to sway rhythmically. Her lithe, trim body moved in slow erotic circles.
Kitty eyed the girl's full, naked breasts. Her nipples were swollen, distended, aroused with a burning desire. Kitty could not take her eyes from the girl. Her own aroused feelings grew stronger.
The girl's hands swayed over her head. Her lush, naked breasts bounced and jiggled. Her nipples took on the appearance of two, large brown eyes. She brought her hands slowly to her breasts. She cupped them, offering them to her lover.
A sharp, burning sensation spread slowly through Kitty's aching loins. She sucked in her lower lip and let out a soft, gentle moan of pleasure. A sudden stab of desire shot through her.
The girl cupped and squeezed her breasts. She pushed her firm mounds together. Her hands moved slowly, in loving caresses down her quivering sides. Her eyes remained fixed on her boyfriend. Her hands reached the filmy band of material girding her loins. Curling her bright lips and rolling her tongue in sly suggestion, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties.
Kitty watched breathlessly, spellbound. The girl eased her panties slowly down. Without realizing what she was doing, Kitty's hands came up to her own breasts. She cupped her rich mounds as the girl stepped out of her panties.
Nude, the girl tuned to her boyfriend. The sight of that lush, naked body, sent a sudden thrill rolling up Kitty's back. With sensual slowness the girl moved toward the waiting boy.
Kitty softly caressed her heaving breasts. The tug of desire in her belly was powerful. She was losing control of herself. The devil of lust was taking control of her again.
The girl sat down beside her boyfriend. Her thighs opened wide. For an instant, before it was covered by the boy's eager hand, Kitty had a full, unobstructed view of the girl's pussy. The sight of those thick, hair rimmed cuntlips pulsing with desire sucked Kitty's breath away. Her own cunt burned. There was a sudden tightness between her legs. The crotch of her panties was soaked. Her head spun.
Kitty closed her eyes and drifted in a world of sensual fantasy. Rhythmic rushes of desire rolled over her. She cupped her breasts. A pleasant tingle rippled through her. Her nipples grew taut under the thin material of her dress. Her right hand eased down over her trembling body. She touched the hot, naked flesh of her thigh. She gave a sharp gasp. Her body jerked slightly.
Kitty caressed her warm, smooth inner thighs. A delicious warmness surged through her. She groaned. Her body throbbed with an aching urgency, a desperate, growing need. There was no one to satisfy her, only her own fiery hands. Locked in a frenzy of aroused desires, Kitty let her hands slip between her open thighs.
When her hand touched the damp crotch of her panties Kitty gasped. Her eyes flew open. Shamefaced, she glanced quickly around the room to see if anyone was watching her. They weren't. Everyone was too wrapped up in their own lust to pay any attention to her.
Kitty closed her eyes again and let herself drift slowly in a limbo world of sensual delight. She slowly massaged her burning pussy. Her moist labia pulsed with warm need. She pressed her hand tight over her cunt. Her breath was sucked away. Her entire body jerked. Hot, fiery darts stabbed into her.
She pressed the heel of her hand against her stiff clitoris. Low moans rolled from her clenched lips. She couldn't help herself. She was lost, but she no longer cared. All that mattered now was the fire in her body. The devil had control of her.
In complete abandon Kitty raised her hips and pushed her panties down. She did not care if anyone saw her now. She had to be satisfied, nothing else mattered. Her hand closed on her naked pussy. The hot flesh burned under her touch. The moist lips of her pussy swelled and begged for her caresses.
She rubbed her hand slowly over her damp, flowing sex. A delightful surge of ecstasy spread through her. She sighed. Her hips rose sharply as the heel of her hand caressed her clitoris.
Kitty groaned. She parted her pulsing labia and pushed a finger slowly into her steaming nest. She pumped the finger, pretending it was a hard cock pushing into her.
Kitty was so wrapped up in her own aroused needs that she did not see a young man with shoulder length hair settle to his knees between her gaping thighs. Another figure, a girl, settled onto the arm of the chair beside Kitty.
Kitty remained totally oblivious until she felt a warm tongue and soft lips brushing along the inside of her left thigh. She did not open her eyes. She did not want to see who was doing this to her. She just wanted to enjoy the sudden warm, glow of ecstasy which filled her. The flashing tongue moved up her thigh. Kitty instinctively withdrew her hand from her pussy. She opened her thighs wider in sensual invitation to her unknown lover.
With a slow, delightful teasing the warm, flashing tongue neared the fiery apex of Kitty's thighs. She held her breath. She waited in eager, excited anticipation for the kiss of love on her pussy.
It came finally. A wild, surge of burning lust seized her. She moaned and arched her hips. Her lover licked at her erect clitoris. His tongue twirled over the tiny bud and lapped greedily at her flowing cleft. Kitty gasped.
The hot tongue pushed into her dripping orifice. Her heart skipped a beat. It was maddening. She wanted to suck his face into her flaming sex. Her warm, wet labia nibbled at his lips and tongue. Her protruding clitoris danced under his tongue. He licked her entire vulva, from her clitoris to her anus. Kitty went wild. Untamed passion tore through her.
Kitty offered no resistance when other hands closed on her heaving breasts. She arched her mounds forward. The hands cupped and squeezed her breasts. The front of her dress was opened. The material was pulled aside. Her stiff nippled breasts were laid bare. Kitty sighed.
It wasn't until warm, moist lips began sucking at her swollen nipples that Kitty finally opened her eyes. She gave a startled gasp of surprise. Her new lover wasn't a man. It was the girl she had watched earlier.
A wave of revulsion came over Kitty. This was perversion. It was wrong. She wasn't a lesbian. She couldn't let another girl make love to her. She grabbed the girl's head. She meant to push her away, but instead, she found herself entwining her fingers in the girl's long hair and holding her to her breasts.
A warm, delicious, ecstatic feeling engulfed Kitty as the girl sucked her turgid nipples while the boy licked her flowing pussy. Kitty pushed aside all thoughts of right and wrong. She was enjoying this. It must be right.
The boy sucked at her pussy. He parted her throbbing labia and pushed his tongue deep into the flowing sweetness of her fiery nest. Kitty arched her back. She forced her breasts into the girl's mouth. Her body cried out. She held the girl tight against her breasts. She moaned. She gave herself with wanton abandon.
The girl raised her head from Kitty's breasts. Warm lips brushed Kitty's. Her mouth opened. A hot, darting tongue danced inside. Kitty forgot that it was another girl kissing her.
Her arms encircled the soft, naked, female body. The touch was electric. A soft, numbing sensation rippled through her body. Her hands trailed lightly over the girl's naked back. She was so soft and smooth. Kitty had never dreamed it could be like this to touch another girl. The girl cupped Kitty's breasts. She gave each firm mound a gentle squeeze. Her tongue pushed deep into Kitty's sucking mouth.
Kitty had never experienced such wild delights. The two tongues brought her to a dizzying height of erotic arousal. It no longer mattered that one tongue belonged to another girl. The probing tongue between her legs sent a frenzic desire sweeping through Kitty. Like a feathery butterfly the tongue caressed her clitoris. It moved into her flooding furrow. It even spun over her tiny anus.
Kitty soared. She spun upwards in an ever widening circle of sensual pleasure. The girl's tongue pushed deep into Kitty's open mouth. She accepted it. Her hands began to caress the girl's soft, nude body. Kitty delighted in the feel of the warm, silken flesh.
She cupped the girl's breasts. Kitty's hands trembled. The already taut nipples rose harder under her palms. Her head whirled. She could not believe she was really doing this and enjoying it. She felt a sudden desire to touch this warm, female body all over, to feel all of its hidden charms.
Kitty stroked the girl's sides. Her roving hands slid over the wide, flarint hips and smooth thighs. Her hands retraced their path back to the soft breasts, then journeyed downward again.
A sudden, new awareness came over Kitty. She wanted to devour this luscious body. She could no longer remain passive. She returned the girl's ardent kisses. Her tongue plunged deep into the girl's mouth. Low moans and deep sighs flowed into each other's open mouth. Wandering hands caressed warm, nude bodies. The opened dress was pushed from Kitty's shoulders. It lay gathered around her waist. Her upper body was completely bared to the girl's caresses. Kitty rose higher on a cloud of sinful pleasure.
The man between her legs pulled Kitty's dress off. She was stark naked. Her love-starved body lay completely exposed to her two, passionate lovers. The man leaned forward again. Like a tiny penis his tongue tabbed into her pussy. It pushed deep. It spun, caressing the side walls of her love channel.
Kitty's hips rose sharply. The tongue again dropped to her puckered anus. Kitty gave a startled gasp. The tongue licked her most intimate spot. It tried to push into her rectum.
The girl's head dipped into Kitty's wildly heaving breasts. The girl was an excellent lover. She tongued Kitty's turgid, pink nipples. She sucked them into her mouth, nipping them lightly with her teeth. Kitty moaned. In turn she cupped the girl's breasts and massaged the stiff, brown nipples with her sweating palms.
Kitty gave a sharp gasp and a sudden cry of pain. A finger was pushing its way into her anus. Her body was being violated in a most shameful way. It didn't matter. The finger eased slowly into her virgin ass. Kitty sucked her breath in and held it. Her body froze, suspended in mid air as the finger pushed into her rear opening. With her asshole impaled by his finger, the man's tongue returned to Kitty's pussy. He licked her cunt and pumped his finger in her ass until Kitty thought her body would explode.
In a sudden move the man jerked his finger from her ass. He seized Kitty in his powerful arms and lifted her to the floor. Weak and powerless to resist, Kitty stretched out on the thick, pile carpet. Her body lay in sensual offering to her unknown lover who knelt between her wide-splayed thighs. She wanted him. She had to have him.
She reached for his stiff cock. She took the fleshy dagger in her small hand. The delightful pulsing of the rigid shaft sent waves of ecstasy shooting through her. She held his cock and slowly pulled him forward. He smiled. She guided his thick prick to the entrance of her fiery love nest. Her hot, wet labia parted. Her cunt was eager to gorge itself on this object of lust. The head of his prick pushed into her.
Kitty arched her hips. She groaned in sheer delight. His hard tool sank into her, igniting the raging flames of passion. Her hungry pussy drew him in, locked tight about his prick, consumed it with ravishing desire.
His hips rocked back and forth. His cock penetrated her hot body. It caressed the flaming walls of her vagina. Kitty wanted to scream. She wanted to cry out in wild delirium. Her head rolled. Her open mouth gasped for breath. Her breasts heaved. He rammed his cock deep into her. Kitty went into a spasm of ecstasy.
Without removing his prick the man sat back on his haunches. His hands slipped under Kitty to squeeze her quivering buttocks. He raised her hips. Kitty's hands clutched at the carpet. Her eyes rolled back. Her lips were drawn taut. Her body floated.
The prick pushed deeper into her. His pubic curls mingled with hers. His dangling balls bounced against her tight anus. He slammed into her, hard. Kitty cried out for more.
While the young man relentlessly hammered his cock in Kitty's young pussy, the girl settled on the floor. She knelt beside Kitty and leaned forward to kiss Kitty's breasts and tongue her turgid nipples. Kitty moaned under the double loving.
When the girl offered her breasts to Kitty's lips she accepted. Her tongue flicked out to caress the large, dark nipples. Kitty sucked each erect bud into her mouth, savoring the delicious female flesh. Fiery pangs of desire burned in her body. The hard prick buried in her soft, yielding pussy carried her to spiraling heights of ecstasy. She bucked her hips. She sucked hard at the taut nipple in her mouth.
The girl suddenly pulled away from Kitty. With a low, soft moan she straddled Kitty's upper body. Kitty did not realize what was happening until she opened her eyes and saw a fur lined cleft being lowered on her face. A sharp, musky odor reached her nostrils. Her brain screamed a silent protest. The girl wanted her to kiss her there.
Kitty tried to twist away. The moist cuntlips brushed her cheek. The burning heat of wet, female sex seized Kitty like a powerful magnet. In spite of mental protests she slowly rolled her face upward.
Her small tongue snaked out. She was going to do it. She couldn't help herself.
The first taste of that forbidden fruit sent Kitty into a frenzy of overwrought passion. Her tongue lapped at the soft, damp flesh. It forced its way between the dripping labia and found the hidden clitoris. Kitty drew the tiny bud between her lips. She nibbled at it. Her tongue rolled over it teasing it with flashing oral caresses.
The hot, sticky sweet pussy rubbed back and forth over Kitty's face. Her nose pushed into the deep crevice. Warm, sweet juices flowed over her mouth and chin. Once, Kitty's tongue accidentally touched the girl's small anus. Kitty did not notice. She was too caught up in a maddening wave of erotic lust, and burning, driving desire. Her own peak approached.
The powerful cock in her cunt was drawing her flood to the surface. The prick inside of her bulged. Hot jets of cum spurted deep into her flaming womb. She tried to moan, but her face was buried in a warm, flowing pussy. All she could do was to hump her hips sharply as the hot, male cum filled her. Then it was her turn.
Her body released its hot flood. A raging torrent of passion rolled through Kitty in violent waves. Her body jerked and heaved. She was seized in the grips of a thundering passion. Kitty drove her tongue deep into the girl's pussy. That was enough to finish her also. Hot, female juices bathed Kitty's face. She lapped greedily, savoring the delicious taste.
For a long time afterward Kitty lay inert. Her senses reeled. An occasional erotic spasm rippled through her body. In the ebbing tide of passion a sudden sense of remorse and shame crept over her. Her crimson cheeks reflected the deep scar of her awful sin.
Kitty lay in a dazed stupor. Evil thoughts of what she had just done paraded through her tortured mind. She had made love to another girl. She had actually sucked a girl's pussy. It was disgusting. It was awful. She suddenly felt sick at her stomach. The taste of sweet cuntal juices was on her lips and in her mouth. She felt a sudden urge to vomit.
She grabbed her stomach and sat up. Her two lovers were nowhere in sight. In a daze Kitty's eyes drifted around the room. All about her other scenes of wild debauchery were being enacted. In one corner Kitty saw her mother. She was sucking one man's prick while she bounced up and down on another. Behind her a third man slammed against her naked buttocks.
Kitty couldn't stand it any more. She got to her feet. Her knees were weak. She staggered toward the stairs and made her way slowly, painfully upstairs. Everywhere she looked couples were engaged in unabashed fornication. In one corner Kitty even saw two women with their faces buried between each other's widespread thighs. The knot of nausea tightened in her stomach. She rushed for the bathroom.
She closed the bathroom door behind her and fell to her knees in front of the commode. She emptied her stomach in one gushing heave. She remained on her knees for a long time. Occasionally her stomach wretched, but there was nothing left to come up. Tears of deep shame smeared her crimson cheeks. Hard sobs rolled from deep inside of her.
Giving herself to a man was one thing, but doing that horrible thing with another girl was worse. It was the devil that burned her soul, the devil she had inherited from her mother. She would never be able to control it. As long as she lived she would be helpless, powerless to resist any temptation of the flesh, even if that temptation involved another girl. Was there no end to this evil inside of her?
Kitty stood up slowly. Her head was spinning. She had to brace herself against the wall to keep from falling. She could not stop the choking sobs. Tears rolled down her cheeks and dripped over her naked breasts. She glanced down at her nude body. A renewed disgust filled her. She was ashamed of her body, ashamed of what it housed.
Her blurry, tear dimmed eyes came to rest on a small shelf above the wash basin. She focused on a small bottle with a bright blue label, her mother's sleeping pills. Kitty stared at the bottle. A small voice inside of her spinning mind told her there was one way out of her torture, one way to escape from the devil which dominated her, one way to beat her mother.
A faint smile formed on her lips. She reached for the bottle. She held it in her shaking hand and stared at it. There was blessed relief in that bottle. It offered peace, tranquility, an end to her agony for all eternity.
Clutching the bottle to her breasts, Kitty went to her room: She closed and locked the door securely. She sat down on the edge of her bed and stared at the bottle in her hand. How many would it take? How many of those tiny white pills would she need to find her peace? Her hands shook so that she could hardly get the bottle open.
She poured the tiny pills into her open hand." There was her relief. There was the way out.
Kitty raised the handful of pills toward her open, waiting mouth. Her violent sobs ceased. A strange calmness came over her. Her troubles would soon be over. Would her mother be sorry? Would she cry for what she had forced her daughter to do? Would Peter be sorry also? They would all be sorry. They would pay with bitter anguish and countless tears for what they had done to her.
A sudden, bitter, wailing cry of despair ripped through the air. Kitty flung the pills across the room. She couldn't do it. She did not have the courage. There would be no peace for her. She threw herself face down on the bed. The bitter tears and painful sobs returned. She cried until her weak body finally gave out. She drifted into a restless oblivion.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Kitty was more confused than ever about herself. She had an insatiable appetite for sex, yet at the same time she could not completely let go of her natural inhibitions. Torn between the demon of lust in her body and the anguish in her mind, she drifted in a half conscious limbo world. The bottle of sleeping pills remained beside her bed. She prayed that someday she might have the courage to take them. She tried to let herself go, to enjoy her body and sex. So what if she was like her mother? She might as well accept it and make the best of it.
Kitty decided to make one more effort to enjoy sex with the agonizing recriminations she usually felt afterwards. This time she would not even think about it afterwards. She would become a real whore.
With her mind made up, Kitty searched her brain for a suitable lover. She was not especially fond of Jimmy Compton. He had never fully satisfied her anyway. There was always Peter.
Peter was a good lover, but Kitty did not like him either. Perhaps she should have sex with someone she didn't know. With a stranger there might not be any reason to feel ashamed or guilty later. The more she thought about it, the more Kitty decided that was the right thing to do.
How did she go about having sex with a perfect stranger? Should she walk down the street and let herself be picked up by the first man who showed an interest in her? She could not bring herself to do that. It would be prostitution, even if she didn't take money for it. There had to be a better way.
An idea finally came to her. There was one way in which she could have her fun, without possibly feeling any guilt, and maybe even satisfy a deep need to strike back at her mother and Peter.
With a wide, almost sadistic grin, Kitty went to her room. She stripped off her clothes and took a hot shower. Next, she generously applied perfume to her body, adding a special touch to the warm area between her legs. Then she slipped into her shortest dress and thinnest panties. She debated about wearing a sheer blouse, but finally decided against it. After a final check in the mirror she was ready. A small voice in the back of her mind tried to discourage her new idea. She shut her conscience off. With grim determination she left the house.
As she walked downtown Kitty noticed the hungry stares of passing men. A warm, delicious glow came over her. She walked slowly, swaying her hips slightly. Her short, full skirt swished from side to side. Her braless breasts bounced freely. She wondered if any of the passing men had glimpsed her panty clad bottom. It gave her a tingling thrill to shamelessly expose herself like this. For a fleeting moment she wished she had not worn panties.
A pounding excitement filled Kitty by the time she arrived at Peter Drake's office. She told the shapely receptionist that she would like to see the doctor, but offered no reason.
A churning, bubbling sensation filled her loins as she waited to see Peter. It was as if-her body knew what her mind had planned. After an endless wait Kitty was finally ushered to an examining room. Peter looked up in mild surprise as she entered.
"Well, Kitty, what seems to be the problem this time?" His darting eyes surveyed her briefly attired body.
Kitty walked slowly toward the small desk where Peter sat. She swished her hips in an exaggerated movement while her ruby lips formed a coy, sly, flirtatious grin. Her sparkling eyes flashed. She took a deep breath. Her braless breasts strained the front of her thin dress. Peter's eyes darted to her firm mounds. Her turgid nipples were clearly outlined. This was going to fun, she decided.
"I have a pain, right here," Kitty said slowly. She placed her right hand on her stomach. Peter gave a broad, knowing grin. He pushed back his chair and stood up. He pointed to the examining table.
"Why don't you get up there and let me take a look at it for you," he said. A sharp look of lust appeared in his eyes.
Kitty felt him mentally undressing her. Rolling her tongue into her cheek, she sat down on the edge of the table. Her short skirt rode high on her creamy thighs.
"Do you think it's just an upset stomach like last time?" she asked, softening her voice to a faint, sexy whisper.
"Could be," Peter answered slowly.
His eyes trailed over her warm thighs and rose slowly to her breasts. Kitty felt a gnawing hunger gripping her. She forced her breasts forward again.
Peter grinned and told her to lay down. Kitty remained passive as he raised her skirt to expose her thin, bikini panties. He tried to maintain a detached, professional air as he gently pressed her stomach. Kitty looked up at him and winked. She was mildly surprised at her own aggressiveness. Her whorish nature was showing. It gave her a deep sense of pleasure to deliberately tease a man to the point of actually making love to her.
Kitty smiled inwardly. She would soon have Peter eating out of her hand. She closed her eyes as his hands moved slowly over her body. She gave a faint sigh as his moist lips began kissing her trembling belly. She hid a quick smile and gripped the edge of the table.
Peter dropped the role of a disinterested physician. He became an ardent lover. He kissed her belly. The tip of his tongue flicked lightly over her navel. Desire rose swiftly in her. Kitty relaxed and gave herself fully to the powerful forces of lust in her body. She gave the devil his head.
Peter tugged at her panties. Kitty raised her hips. The panties soon lay in a soft pile on the floor. Kitty offered no resistance as Peter opened her warm thighs to lay bare her pulsating honey pot. This time she wanted him. He would not have to force her to submit to his carnal desire. She moaned her pleasure as his hand closed over her wet labia. A fiery heat rose inside of her.
Kitty with her thighs spread lewdly. Peter slipped to his knees between her widespread thighs. She gave a tiny gasp as his hot tongue flashed over her flowing pussy. His hungry lips nibbled at the moist flesh of her cunt. His tongue flipped lightly over her aching clitoris. Kitty moaned softly. Her hips arched. She wrapped her thighs around his head. She rotated her pussy against his face.
Kitty's body was filled with sweet ecstasy. She wanted more. Peter's tongue pushed deep into her hot little orifice. She writhed. Her hands clutched the edge of the table. Her knuckles turned white. Her mouth opened. Low rattling gurgles of pleasure rolled out. Her cunt was on fire. She was consumed with raging desire. She wanted Peter to fuck her. She wanted to feel his beautiful cock ramming deep into her hungry cunt.
Peter's tongue dropped to the tiny, wrinkled orifice of her anus. Kitty's eyes opened in startled surprise. She gasped as his tongue danced over the tiny, rear opening. A hot, seething numbness spread through her. The tip of his tongue pushed against her anus. A sharp thrill shot through her.
To Kitty's complete amazement she suddenly wanted him to ram a finger deep into her puckered ass hole.
She raised her hips sharply. A sudden spasm rocked her. Peter licked the entire length of her burning slit. Kitty was ready to scream. Her body was almost ready to explode.
"Are you ready now, little Miss Hotpants?" Peter asked, with a sadistic, deep throated chuckle.
Kitty anxiously nodded her head. She was ready, even eager for him.
Peter stood up slowly. His lips curled in a sneering grin. He glanced at her soaked pussy and gleaming anus. With a wry grin he unzipped his pants. His hard prick leaped out. Holding his erect cock in his right hand Peter approached the side of the table. His prick was aimed directly at Kitty's face.
"Show me how much you want it!" he said wickedly. He shoved his prick forward toward her slightly parted lips.
Kitty stared at the monstrous tool which was only a scant inch from her mouth. She glanced at Peter's drawn face. Her eyes again dropped to his cock. Her mouth watered.
With a trembling hand she reached for his cock. Her mouth slowly opened. Peter shuddered as her fingers closed about his fleshy dagger. A faint moan rolled from Kitty's open mouth. She pulled him forward and locked her warm lips around the bulging cockhead.
A painful, yet titillating memory awakened in
Kitty. She remembered the last time she had had this prick in her mouth. She had been raped then. She had been taken against her will. It was different now. This time she was seducing Peter and loving every sinful moment of it.
Her mouth opened wider. More of the delicious cock pushed into her hot oral cavity. She sucked it. Her tongue twirled over the smooth, thick head. It toyed with the tiny hole in the top of his prick. The shaft filled her mouth. A sudden thrill shot through Kitty. She forced more of the hard cock down her throat. She wanted it all, every inch of it.
She almost gagged. She nibbled at the hard cock. Her tongue rolled around it. She worked it in and out of her tight, ovalled mouth. She loved the taste of cock. She wished she could always have one in her mouth. With a fervent eagerness her hand slipped inside his pants. She cupped and gently fondled his heavy balls.
While Kitty eagerly sucked his cock, Peter worked at her flowing pussy. He rammed a finger deep into her moist nest. A second finger wormed its way into her tight anus.
Kitty's hips jerked and trembled. They rose from the small table. Peter pushed his fingers in her to the hilt. She had most of his delicious prick in her sucking mouth. Tell-tale lipstick streaks appeared on his prick. Peter looked down at her and grinned.
She was ready now, he decided.
Kitty gave a feeble groan of protest as the hot prick was pulled from her mouth. She wanted it back. Her lips formed a sucking oval. A floating sensation came over her as Peter moved between her wide-splayed thighs. He folded her knees back toward her breasts. In this position the entire sensitive area between her legs was exposed. Kitty held her breath and waited to feel his prick pushing into her ready pussy.
"What do you want me to do now?" Peter asked in a thick, heavy voice.
Without opening her eyes Kitty breathed the forbidden words.
"Fuck me!" she moaned. "Fuck me, Peter! Please, fuck me!"
Uttering the shameless words gave Kitty a deep, unexpected thrill. Hot fires of lust roared through her body. Over and over in her mind she kept repeating the intoxicating words. Fuck me! fuck me! fuck me!
A loud, deep moan erupted from Kitty's lips. The bulging head of Peter's cock pushed against her dripping labia. Her cuntlips parted slowly, drawing the heavy tool in. Kitty squirmed.
Peter Drake watched the luscious young, teen-aged girl writhe and moan in delight. With slightly over half of his prick buried in her streaming cleft he suddenly rammed his hips forward. The full length of his cock slammed into her.
Kitty's eyes flew open. She gasped sharply. Peter pumped his prick slowly, watching the erotic contortions on her face. The clinging lips of her pussy and the tight walls of her vagina held his prick firm. He rocked back and forth, sliding his prick in and out of her juicy cunt. Kitty was just like her mother. Peter chuckled softly and gave his prick a hard thrust.
Kitty's spirits rose higher. A hot tingle danced through her. Her pussy burned with a feverish, passion and desperate urgency. Peter's cock felt so good. It did not matter that she really didn't like him. He was a man with a cock. That was all that mattered. She was just like her mother, Kitty realized. She loved to fuck.
"Now, I'm going to give you a very special treat," Peter chuckled.
He suddenly jerked his prick from her flowing pussy, The hard prick, lubricated with her warm cuntal juices, pushed against her anus. Kitty's eyes bulged. No, he couldn't do that. It would kill her. It would rip her apart. "No, Peter! no!"
She moaned and tried to twist away from him. He was too strong for her. He shoved his prick forward. Her tiny anus resisted this brutal buggering. Kitty tried to scream. A powerful hand clamped over her mouth. The cock pushed harder. Her puckered hole began to enlarge.
A deep, searing pain burned in Kitty's bottom. Peter's prick forced its way into her virgin rectum. For a fleeting instant she thought she was going to pass out. The pain was almost unbearable. More of the ripping cock pushed into her.
Kitty couldn't stand it. It hurt. Large tears of pain rolled down her cheeks. Peter eased more of his sodomizing length into her burning ass hole. The sharp pain gradually faded. It actually began to feel good.
A deep tightness developed in hollow of Kitty's stomach. Fiery waves of sensuous pleasure rolled over her. Her dam ruptured when Peter forced the last inch of his prick into her ass.
Kitty had never dreamed that a woman could enjoy having a man put his cock up her ass. Yet here she was, with a huge prick reaming her ass and loving it. She twisted her hips and pulled her knees against her breasts. She moaned. Her ruptured dam broke.
A hot flood was released. Peter gave a low groan. His hot cum shot deep into her bowels. Wave after wave of delicious ecstasy flooded Kitty. Peter slammed his prick deep into her anus. Kitty reached a second, even more brilliant, climax. Her body was lifted from the table. She had to bite her knuckles to keep from screaming.
She lay limp and weak. She hardly even felt Peter's prick slip from her brutally torn anus. It took a long time before she gathered enough strength to open her eyes.
"Are you okay?" Peter asked. There was a surprising trace of genuine concern in his voice.
Kitty nodded and smiled weakly. "I just need to catch my breath," she gasped.
When she left Peter's office there was a deep, contented smile on Kitty's face. Her bottom hurt from the brutal sodomizing, but she didn't let that bother her. The important thing was that the first phase of her plan had worked even better than she had hoped. Next, would be her mother's turn. She and Peter would pay dearly for what they had done to her.
CHAPTER NINE
The second phase of Kitty's plan would not be easy. For the next two days she carefully worked out, in her mind, each detail of her vengeful plan. The first step would be to gain her mother's confidence. She would have to show her mother that she had thrown aside all of her inhibitions, that she had become exactly like her mother.
It would be difficult, but Kitty was determined. Her mother and Peter had destroyed everything she valued. They would have to pay for that.
When all of the details were set, Kitty gathered her courage and prepared for the first step.
On Saturday morning she got up early. There were several things to do before she was ready to face her mother. With a fierce, determined grin Kitty pulled her shortie nightgown over her head. Naked, she crossed her room to a full length mirror.
She nodded her head slowly in approval at her reflected image. She cupped her large, pink nippled breasts and turned in a slow circle. A satisfying sense of pride swelled in her. She gazed over her shoulder at the full expanse of her back and buttocks. Her breasts rocked with a faint laughter as she remembered how she had so easily seduced Peter with her body. Soon he would be completely in her power. Kitty smiled broadly. They had wanted to make her into a whore, well they had succeeded.
She felt no shame or guilt for what she had let Peter do to her. Even the savage buggering did not bother her. It was all a part of her plan. She would not let herself feel guilty about anything that happened from now on.
Kitty took a deep breath. She dropped her hands to her sides and went to take a shower. A wicked smile flashed across her youthful face as she stepped under the scalding water.
After her brief shower Kitty carefully dabbed a soft, sweet perfume over her nude body, adding a very special touch between her legs. With her damp body wrapped in a large towel she returned to her room. With a wide, smirking grin she went to the closet and took down a brightly colored mini dress. She held the dress in front of her and surveyed herself in the mirror. This dress would do just fine, she decided. She dropped the towel and slipped the dress over her nude body. The tiny skirt barely covered her vital areas.
Kitty grinned. She turned her back to the mirror and bent forward slightly. She was pleased to see the lower portion of her naked buttocks come into view. She beamed brightly. She sat down at the dresser to brush her long hair and apply just the right amount of make up.
A faint quiver of excitement danced through her. There was a deep stirring in her stomach, a light flutter in her breasts. The cool material of her thin dress felt good against her naked skin. She suddenly experienced a momentary hesitation. This was going a little far, she thought. She swallowed a couple of times. She had to do this, no matter how degrading it might be.
Naked under the thin dress, Kitty tiptoed downstairs to the living room. She carefully arranged herself in a chair so she could be seen from the stairs. With everything in readiness she took a deep breath and leaned back in the chair to wait.
A rippling desire fluttered in her breasts. She slid forward in the chair, and spread her thighs wide. She gathered her short skirt around her waist. In this lewd position her pussy would be fully exposed to anyone coming down the stairs. A wild, racing fever gripped her. Her heart pounded. She closed her eyes and moaned softly.
Her hands came up to cup her heaving breasts. She pressed her firm mounds together. She did not like doing this, but it was essential to her plan. She took another deep breath. A deep longing welled up inside of her.
Her right hand slid slowly down over her trembling body. She touched the soft tangle of curls on her pubis. Her hips gave a small jerk. A sharp spasm twisted through her. She opened her thighs wider. Her hand cupped her throbbing, moist pussy. She pressed her hand tight over her pulsing labia. A delicious ecstasy shot through her. She gasped.
Very slowly Kitty massaged her flaming sex. The heel of her hand pressed against her tiny clitoris. She moaned. She bit her lower lip and groaned as hot waves of fire danced in her loins. She parted her gleaming labia and dipped a hesitant finger into her moist cleft. Her hips rose from the chair.
Even though Kitty had not intended this performance for her own satisfaction, she was beginning to enjoy it. A deep passion rolled in her stomach. Her body trembled. Her heart pumped wildly. Her head reeled under the power of aroused passions.
The finger in her hot, flowing slit worked its way into her open vagina. Like a tiny, stiff penis it pushed into her soft, tender, young cunt. She groaned and twisted in the chair. She pushed her finger deeper. -
Images of huge, erect cocks flashed in her mind. Her finger pumped slowly. She savored the wild, erotic fantasies in her tangled mind. She stabbed the finger deeper in her hot flesh. It felt so good. A burning fever of lust engulfed her. She rammed a second finger into her burning pussy. She sucked in her breath. Hot desire ripped through her.
Kitty faintly heard a door open upstairs. Her mother was coming downstairs. This was the moment she had waited for. She slowed the fingers in her cunt. She tried to bring her mind into sharp focus. She held her breath and waited for her mother to appear at the head of the stairs. The two fingers were buried in Kitty's pussy. Her thighs were spread wide. Her mother would have a perfect view.
A moment of indecision gripped Kitty. Her conscience screamed for her to stop this demented performance. She started to withdraw her fingers from her pussy, then changed her mind. She had to do it, she kept telling herself.
Kitty heard soft footsteps in the upstairs hallway. She steeled herself to her task and pumped her fingers slowly in her dripping cunt. She leaned back in the chair and closed her eyes. Her cheeks burned. She was as shameless as her mother, Kitty realized.
Kitty pushed her fingers to the hilt in her warm, wet pussy. Her moist labia pulsed around her pumping fingers. A delicious ecstasy rose in her belly. She bit her lower lip. Any second now her mother would see her.
A startled gasp reached Kitty's ears. She cracked her eyes open enough to see her mother standing on the stairs, staring open mouthed at her. Kitty wanted to laugh, but she didn't. She pretended she did not know her mother was watching her.
Kitty shoved her fingers deep in her flowing pussy and gave a low moan. A perverted sense of satisfaction came over her. She wondered if her mother was getting aroused. There was one last thing to do, which Kitty was certain would have the desired, erotic effect on her mother.
She took a deep breath. One finger slipped from her juicy slit. The gleaming finger, oiled with her warm cuntal juices, trailed down to her puckered anus. Kitty pushed the finger against her rear aperture. Her body tensed as her fingertip pushed against the tiny opening. Kitty grunted. The tip of her finger eased in. She pushed harder. Her hips jerked upward. She forced her finger deep into her rectum. A hot dart of desire stabbed into her.
From the stairs Melissa watched her daughter finger her cunt and ass. Melissa's head began to spin. Hot flames of passion roared in her. Her heart raced. She stood frozen, unable to tear her eyes away from the erotic spectacle.
In erotic fascination she watched the fingers pump in and out of Kitty's streaming cleft and ass. Melissa began to respond. Heated passion spread rapidly over her. A tingling itch grew between her legs. She was hypnotized by the wanton sight of Kitty fingering herself. She stared at the pouting cuntlips and the dainty pink cleft which eagerly swallowed the pumping fingers.
Melissa's lust-filled eyes focused on Kitty's tiny anus. The small hole was being sadistically penetrated by a ramming finger. Melissa felt suddenly weak. Her young daughter's shameless display was having a decided erotic affect.
Unconsciously Melissa began to caress herself. She cupped her full breasts, which were naked under her thin robe. A hand slipped inside the open neck of her robe to caress and fondle her naked breasts. She moaned softly and kept her eyes fixed on Kitty.
Kitty's eyes formed narrow slits as she observed her mother. She gave a very faint smile as her mother began to caress herself. Kitty was having the effect she wanted. She pumped her fingers faster. The fingers were now completely buried in her pussy and ass.
Kitty wished that it was a big cock in her instead of her own inadequate fingers. She waited until her mother had begun to caress her cunt before making the final move. Just as her mother rammed a finger into her ripe cunt, Kitty faked a climax.
She uttered a loud, deep groan. Her hips rose sharply. She kept her eyes fixed on her mother. She was pleased to see the aroused look on her mother's face. Everything was working out perfectly.
With a broad grin Kitty slowly removed her fingers from her drenched pussy. The most difficult part of her plan was next. Silently Kitty wondered if she would really be able to go through with it. Trembling, she sat up in the chair. She smoothed her skirt over her naked loins and looked up slowly, pretending to be surprised to see her mother sitting on the steps.
Melissa was too wrapped up in the violent passions in her body to notice Kitty. Her fingers were busy in her bushy nest. She crammed the two fingers deep into her flaming cunt. She shoved hard, burying her finger to the hilt. She groaned.
Kitty stood up and tiptoed forward. Her bright lips curled in a sadistic grin. Her eyes reflected sensuous determination. At the foot of the stairs she stopped and looked up at her mother. She could see the fingers plunging in and out of the dark, dripping pussy. Kitty's heart fluttered.
Slowly, hesitantly, Kitty started up the steps. Her mother slowly opened her eyes. She froze as she saw Kitty. A hot flush of embarrassment appeared in her cheeks. She jerked the pumping fingers from her pussy.
"I'm sorry, Baby," she whispered in a shaking voice.
"It's all right, Mom," Kitty replied slowly, taking a step closer. "I understand about these things now."
Kitty felt a sudden urge to spit in her mother's face, but she fought to control her hatred. She had to pretend to be on her mother's side. She leaned forward and kissed her mother's cheek. The unexpected kiss quieted Melissa's fear.
"I'm glad you understand," Melissa replied in a faint voice.
"I do, believe me, I do," Kitty said slowly, letting her eyes drift over her mother's exposed body.
The front of her robe had fallen open. Her rich mature, naked body was laid bare. Kitty took a deep breath. This was the part she had been dreading.
Did she really have the courage to go through with it? With a great effort Kitty brought her right hand to her mother's breasts. A nervous tremor shook her. Her mother stared in amazement at the young hand cupping her left breast. She looked up slowly at Kitty.
Kitty's pulse quickened as she caressed the large, soft breast. Her palm passed over the large, brown nipple. The nipple stiffened under her hot caress. Her mother began to tremble.
"You have a beautiful body, Mother," Kitty said slowly, letting her eyes take in the full beauty of her mother's naked body. "Your skin is so soft and smooth."
"Kitty ... don't...," Melissa protested meekly, but made no effort to back away from her daughter. "It's not right for you to touch me like this." Melissa's voice quivered. She was weakening. Desire rushed over her.
Kitty smiled softly. "Why not, Mother? What's wrong with a daughter showing love for her own mother?"
Melissa did not answer. She rolled her head back and moaned very faintly as Kitty's arousing hands drifted over her body.
"I've wanted to touch you for a long time," Kitty lied. "I've wanted to feel how soft your body was. I wanted to show how I feel about you now. It's not wrong for one woman to love another, even like this, is it?"
Kitty's mother shook her head slowly. "I guess not," she replied in a faint whisper.
Kitty grinned in silent triumph. "I want to touch you all over, Mother," she whispered.
She pushed the robe from her mother's shoulders. Her hands moved slowly over the warm, smooth, nude body. The tingle in Kitty's belly grew stronger. Her mother's face twisted in erotic contortions. She cupped each full breast. She leaned forward and planted a hesitant kiss on each turgid, brown nipple. Kitty drew each nipple into her mouth and spun her tongue over it. Her mother moaned and twisted.
"That feels good, Baby. It feels so good," Melissa sighed. She entwined her fingers in Kitty's long, blonde hair.
Kitty felt a deep, inward satisfaction. She had won. Her mother was completely helpless now. The rest of the plan would be easy.
Kitty's right hand inched down toward the furry apex of her mother's thighs. She felt the stiff curls of coarse pubic hair beneath her hand. She hesitated for a brief instant then slipped her hand between the open thighs. She touched the fiery heat of her mother's cunt. A hot poker plunged into Kitty. It was her turn to be surprised. Waves of arousing pleasure rolled over her. It puzzled her and frightened her also. She suddenly realized that she was getting turned on.
The fires of lust were ignited. Kitty slowly eased a finger into her mother's juicy slit. Melissa gave a sudden jerk and a low moan. Kitty pumped her finger slowly. The hot, moist lips of her mother's cunt sucked at her finger. A sharp spasm of desire seized Kitty.
For the moment she forgot about her plan. Sweeping passion took control of her. She had not counted on this happening. She tried desperately to regain control of herself, but it was a losing battle. The fires of lust raged out of control.
Kitty and her mother responded to their deep, inner passions. Kitty lifted her head from her mother's breasts. She planted a fiery, wet, passionate kiss on Melissa's warm lips. The kiss left Kitty breathless.
She rammed her finger deep into her mother's streaming pussy. A flashing tongue pushed into her own open mouth. She moaned. She felt soft hands moving over her body, cupping her heaving breasts, slipping slowly down her quivering flanks. Kitty groaned. She pressed her body against the warm, feminine nakedness of her mother.
Breasts to breasts, pelvis to pelvis, thigh to thigh, they kissed. With shameless abandon a hand slipped under Kitty's short skirt. It caressed her naked bottom. She shivered in ecstatic delight. A finger dipped into the deep crevice of her ass.
The deep, sensual feelings taking control of Kitty went beyond anything she had expected. The finger paused over her anus. Kitty shuddered in sinful delight. She gave a sudden gasp as the finger was sharply pushed against her puckered anus. The finger forced its way into her fiery rectum. Kitty threw her head back and gave a deep throated, lustful moan.
Caught in the violent throes of ecstasy Kitty and her mother sank down on the steps. Melissa's thighs opened wide. Kitty lay on top of her, fingering her flowing pussy. A second finger joined the first in that bubbling well of passion.
Kitty writhed on top of her mother. Two sets of heaving breasts were crushed together. The wild finger in her asshole sent Kitty soaring to dizzying heights of ecstasy.
With her head spinning wildly, Kitty knew what she had to do. In spite of her deeply aroused desires she had to go through with her plan. A violent shudder seized her. Her senses were numbed. Boiling passion filled her. She pulled away from her mother. The delicious finger slipped from her asshole.
Kitty's head dropped to her mother's wildly heaving breasts. For a moment she lingered to suck each turgid nipple, then she began to kiss her mother's trembling, nude body. Her moist lips and dancing tongue left a gleaming trail over the smooth torso, and the quivering, rolling stomach. Her lips brushed the thick forest of dark pubic curls. She gave a faint sigh.
The sweet, intoxicating aroma of a wet female sex reached her nostrils. Kitty took a deep breath. Her head dipped between her mother's widespread thighs. She tasted the delicious sweetness of her mom's flowing cunt, the same cunt through which she had entered this world. Kitty tongued the thick, pulsing labia. She found the stiff clitoris. She drew it between her ruby lips. Her mother's hips churned.
Kitty drove her tongue into the flowing cleft. She worked it like a tiny penis in and out of the dripping orifice. It utterly amazed her to realize that she was enjoying this incestuous lesbianism
A deep, growing hunger developed in Kitty. Hot juices cascaded inside her pussy. She plunged her tongue deep into her mother's warm sex, savoring the delicious juices flowing into her mouth. Kitty opened her mouth wide. She ate the soft, fleshy vulva. Her tongue plowed the entire length of the juicy slit.
In a raging passion her tongue touched the tiny, wrinkled anus. Her mother's hips rose sharply. Kitty's tongue twirled over the small, rear hole. Kitty found it hard to believe that she was really doing this, and even harder to believe that she was loving every sensuous moment.
The tip of her tongue pushed against the puckered anus. With the tiny opening thoroughly lubricated, her tongue returned to the molten cleft. Her finger found the tight anal opening. She stabbed into it.
Her mother's pelvis jerked up. Her pussy ground against Kitty's face, enveloping her in a gentle, flooding warmth. Kitty twisted her face into the fleshy well. She rammed her finger deep into the tight anus.
It did not take long to bring her mother to the peak of pleasure. There was a loud, deep groan, a sharp cry. Kitty's face was bathed in a fiery flood of hot, sticky cuntal juices. She lapped greedily at the flowing sweetness. She drank from the erupting fountain. Her mother's body was wracked with violent convulsions.
The carnal forces in Kitty's body took command. She jerked her face from her mother's soaked vulva. Her lips glistened with sticky cuntal juices. Kitty rolled onto her back, unmindful of the sharp discomfort of the steps. She threw her thighs wide. Her hands clawed at her burning pussy. A finger stabbed into her dripping cunt. She moaned.
She was not aware that her mother had moved until she felt a hot, flashing tongue on the pulsating lips of her pussy. Kitty snatched her finger from her slit. She gave herself to her mother's flashing tongue and sucking lips-. A sudden surge of passion lifted Kitty. Her hips arched. A face ground against her pussy. A finger sank into her rectum. Kitty groaned and twisted.
Her body rolled as dashing waves of lust erupted over her. The tongue pushed deep into her pussy. The finger in her ass caused her to vibrate in ecstasy. Kitty screamed softly. Her dam broke. Her thick, warm cream washed over her mother's face.
When the last, fiery sensations had faded, Kitty breathed a deep sigh of relief. She had done it. She had carried through with her plan. It bothered her somewhat that she had actually enjoyed it so much.
For several minutes, mother and daughter sat on the steps. Kitty saw a renewed freshness in her mother's eyes. She wanted to laugh, but she had to be careful not to spoil what she had gone through so much to carefully arrange. She glanced at her mother and forced a smile. Her mother leaned forward and kissed her tenderly.
Kitty was pleased. Her plan had worked beautifully. Like Peter, she was sure her mother was also in her power. She would be able to maneuver them like two puppets on strings. A deep, rewarding sense of satisfaction filled the girl.
CHAPTER TEN
There was a final step to Kitty's perverted plan before she could realize complete victory. So far everything had worked out perfectly. If the final segment of the girl's plan went smoothly she would have her revenge. All she had to do now was to wait for the right moment.
To insure her final success Kitty was overly nice to her mother. It was necessary that her mother feel that her daughter was deeply grateful to her for showing her the joys of the flesh. Kitty chuckled sadistically at the prospect of what she was eventually going to do. A sudden impatience almost made her rush forward before she had completed the final preparations. Kitty regained control of herself and waited.
As a measure of added insurance Kitty slipped into her mother's room one evening and again made love to her. After they both reached powerful climaxes Kitty spent the night cuddled, naked, against her mother's warm, nude body.
With her relationship with her mother firmly cemented, Kitty was ready to implement the next phase of her twisted plan. Part of her plan was to have an orgy, at least a small one, to include herself, her mother and Peter. Kitty grinned sardonically. Now it would be her turn to show them a thing or two.
Without mentioning her plan for an orgy to her mother of Peter, Kitty waited until one evening when she knew Peter would be coming over to see her mother. Kitty had carefully prepared for this evening. She had even bought a new dress for the occasion.
Alone in her room, with her heart pounding in aroused excitement and eager anticipation, Kitty slipped into her new dress. It was a crocheted dress, with large, open loops. Beneath the dress she remained nude.
With a wide, pleased grin Kitty surveyed herself in the mirror. The new dress only served to accent her nakedness, it did nothing to hide it. Through the large, crocheted loops every detail of her body was visible, from her bright pink nipples to the soft, furry down at her groin. Kitty nodded in silent approval. Just wait until Peter saw her in this dress.
For a final touch Kitty applied a generous amount of perfume to her already streaming pussy. When she was at last ready, she went to her dresser and from under a pile of clothes in a bottom drawer she took out a magazine. She plopped down on her stomach across her bed and slowly thumbed through the magazine. The glossy pictures in the magazine were really revolting, but they were perfect for her plan. She studied each picture carefully. A broad, beaming smile formed on her lips.
In each picture the girl, or sometimes the man, was tied up or in some way restrained, while the partner beat her with a whip or large leather belt. Kitty failed to understand how anyone could be sexually aroused by such overt brutality. She tried to picture Peter beating her mother. That might be fun to watch. She wondered if such tactics would be stimulating for her mother. She doubted it. It would undoubtedly be very painful. Kitty chuckled. It would serve her mother right if Peter beat her half to death.
Kitty returned the magazine to its hiding place. She checked herself one last time in the mirror. She could hardly wait to see the reaction on Peter's face when he saw her like this. Kitty turned slowly in front of the mirror. She studied her ripe figure, so brazenly revealed by the provocative dress. Through the large loops, her stiff nipples protruded. Kitty beamed a satisfied grin. From the back the deep cleft of her bottom was plainly visible. She really might as well be stark naked, Kitty realized.
A few minutes later she heard the front doorbell ring. Kitty went to the door of her room and listened. From downstairs she heard the voices of her mother and Peter. Kitty's heart raced. This was her supreme moment. A light flutter danced in her breasts as she slowly opened the door. She tiptoed to the head of the stairs.
She sucked in her lower lip and stifled a giggle as she peered over the railing and saw Peter and her mother. They were already locked in each other's arms. Peter's hands were cupping her mother's fleshy buttocks. Low moans rolled up the stairs to Kitty's ears.
She waited a couple of minutes before going downstairs. She wanted to make sure that Peter was thoroughly aroused before he saw her. As her mother and Peter broke their passionate embrace, Kitty's mother cupped Peter's swollen crotch. She gave his prick an affectionate squeeze.
Kitty took a deep breath. It was time for her grand entrance. She glanced down at her thinly covered body. A hot, flashing desire surged in her loins. She knew she was going to enjoy this. If it all went right she would enjoy it more than anything she had done before.
A wild, burning sensation churned through her loins. Kitty walked downstairs with slow, measured steps. Peter didn't see her until she was almost to the foot of the stairs. When he did look up and see her, his mouth dropped. Kitty had to fight the urge to laugh at the silly, stunned expression on his face. For a second she glanced at her mother. Like Peter, her mother appeared equally surprised to see her young daughter approaching like a seductive nympho. Kitty forced her breasts out. She heard Peter suck in his breath sharply.
"Wow Kitty!" Peter groaned. "Where did you learn to be so sexy?"
Kitty flashed a soft, flirtatious smile and walked forward with a slow roll of her hips.
"I've been taking lessons," she purred in her sexiest voice. "You and Mother are good teachers."
Peter and her mother exchanged quick, furtive glances. Peter's hungry, lust-filled eyes darted over Kitty's almost completely exposed body. It filled the girl with a deep sense of pride to know that she could enflame a man so easily.
She walked up to Peter and slipped her arms about his waist. Her mother stood beside him, gaping openly at her sensuous, young daughter. Kitty raised up on her tiptoes and planted a quick kiss on Peter's lips.
"I'm glad you like my new dress, Peter," she cooed softly. "I bought it especially for you."
"You did?" he replied in a hoarse, weak tone.
Kitty nodded slowly and curled her bright, ruby lips in a warm, inviting smile. She stepped away from Peter and turned in a slow circle so he could enjoy the full, ripeness of her enticing young body. Kitty caught a quick frown of disapproval on her mother's face. She wanted to laugh as she realized her mother was jealous. This evening was going to be even more fun than she had hoped for. As they all three went into the living room, Kitty felt her mother's eyes following her. Her mother never said a word, but jealousy and envy were written all over her face. Kitty sat down on the sofa and patted a spot beside her.
"Why don't you sit down here by me, Peter," Kitty purred.
She glanced at her mother and saw a fleeting, evil stare. Peter hesitated for a moment then settled down beside the voluptuous teenager. Kitty curled against him, rubbing the softness of her breasts against his arm. Her mother sat in a chair across from them and glared in icy silence as Kitty and Peter kissed.
"Mom, I'm so glad that you and Peter taught me how to have fun. I never realized how much I was missing," Kitty said to her mother, forcing a soft smile.
"Well, you're certainly a good student, Kitty," her mother replied. "Perhaps a little too good," she added as an afterthought, under her breath.
Kitty pretended she had not heard that last remark. She continued to rub her breasts against Peter's arm. She could feel him beginning to tremble. Everything was going so perfect and it was so easy. Kitty was a little surprised.
Peter slipped his left arm about her shoulders. He drew her to him and pressed his hot lips against hers. Kitty opened her mouth and let his tongue dart inside. She moaned softly and ground her breasts against his chest. As a further enticement, to her mother, Kitty deliberately opened her thighs. She heard a faint groan from her mother.
Kitty fought hard to control the bubbling excitement inside of her. She was taking a sadistic pleasure in tormenting her mother like this. From where her mother sat, Kitty knew that she had a perfect view of her fully exposed young pussy. She wondered if her mother was looking.
Kitty's tongue darted into Peter's open mouth. She lay back in his arms and spread her thighs wider, to give her mother an even better view of her delectable cunt.
Kitty felt Peter's hands close on her breasts. She moaned and arched her breasts forward to fill his hungry, groping hands. Her own left hand dropped to his already swollen crotch. A hot tingle of excitement spun through her as she stroked the hardness of his cock through his pants. She squeezed it. Peter gave a low moan. His body jerked.
With flaming passion flowing in her veins it was difficult for Kitty to keep her plan in mind. She tried to ignore the hot, racing, excitement gnawing at her. It wasn't easy.
With her legs spread wide Kitty presented a lewd, erotic picture of lust to her mother. Her mother leaned forward in her chair. Her glazed eyes were fixed on Kitty's fully revealed pussy. Kitty fought the urge to laugh. She contented herself with kissing Peter and playing with his erect cock. She rolled her hips in a sensuous invitation to her mother.
Kitty decided that it was time to add a little more spice to the game. With a newly acquired skill, she deftly opened Peter's pants and pulled his hard cock out. For a moment she stared at the gleaming shaft in her hand. The shiny, ruby cockhead throbbed with aching desire. Kitty quietly stroked the hard shaft. Peter groaned.
With a sadistic twist of her lips, Kitty slipped from Peter's arms. She knew what she had to do, what Peter wanted her to do.
She dropped to her knees on the floor. With a trembling hand she guided his swollen prick to her open mouth. Her tongue flicked out. Peter gave a sudden cry of ecstasy as her tongue curled around the fleshy knob of his prick. Kitty licked it slowly, like an ice cream cone. Her tongue flashed from the hairy base to the shining head. She opened her mouth wide and sucked the bulbous cockhead in. Her warm lips closed about the thick shaft.
Peter's hips rose sharply. Kitty felt the hot fire of lust burning in her belly. She lowered her head, forcing more of Peter's delicious prick down her throat. She sucked lightly, letting her tongue spin around the huge prick. She had discovered that she loved doing this. It gave her a wild, delicious feeling to have a man's prick deep in her throat. She tightened her lips about the cock and let her head bob up and down slowly. Peter's body stiffened. Kitty heard him give a low moan.
On her knees between Peter's open thighs, Kitty presented a luring sight to her mother. Her short skirt had risen, leaving her asscheeks and the area between her open thighs exposed. Kitty twisted her ass provocatively.
Melissa could hardly stand it as she found herself staring with hungry, lust-filled eyes at Kitty's shamelessly displayed cleft and tiny, puckered anus. There was a loud hammering in her ears. Melissa slipped from the chair and sank to her knees behind her daughter.
With a trembling hand Melissa touched the gleaming white mounds of Kitty's buttocks. She stroked the creamy, soft flesh. Her hand dipped into the deep crevice. Her fingertips passed over the tiny anus and slipped lower to the palpitating lips of Kitty's moist pussy. Melissa cupped her hand over the fiery, female sex, feeling it pulse and grow even wetter. She sighed.
Kitty felt the hand between her legs. A sharp stab of joy filled her. It was working. Everything was going perfect. Soon she would be ready for the final moment. Kitty opened her legs wider. She felt a finger worming its way into her dripping orifice. Another finger toyed with her aching clitoris. She gave a choked groan and rammed Peter's prick deeper into her mouth. She reached inside his pants and cupped his balls. Her head bobbed up and down faster. She fondled his balls and nipped his prick with her teeth. He gave a sharp cry. His hips jerked.
"Oh God, Kitty! You sure know how to suck cock," he moaned.
Kitty glanced up at him with laughing eyes. It pleased her to know that she had learned her lessons well. The bastard would soon be sorry he had ever taught her to do this, she thought wryly.
Kitty gave a gurgling moan as she felt a feathery tongue spinning over her anus. Her mother was licking her asshole. That was all she was good for, Kitty thought as the tongue probed at her tiny, rear hole. She twisted her hips. It felt good. Ever since Peter had fucked her in the ass, Kitty had discovered that she had developed a strong fetish for sodomy.
The dancing tongue at her anus was replaced by a probing finger. Kitty held her breath as the finger was slowly eased into her rectum. She skewered her hips back. The finger pushed deep into her ass. Another hand toyed with her pussy, caressing, stroking, inflaming Kitty's already overpowering passions.
Although her body was trembling in ecstatic delight, Kitty forced herself to concentrate on Peter's cock. She did not want anything, even her own pleasure, to interfere with what she had planned.
She gorged herself on his prick, ramming it deep in her throat, twirling her tongue over the silken cockhead and letting her warm lips nibble at it. She fondled and rolled his heavy balls in her hand. She glanced up and saw the faraway look of abandon on his face.
Kitty's head bobbed up and down, faster and faster. The hand between her legs was driving her insane with desire. One finger was buried deep in her ass while another toyed with her stiff, aching clitoris. Kitty tried to moan but the cock in her mouth gagged her. She twisted her head and let her eyes roll closed. It felt so good. She almost forgot her plan.
Her body floated, her head reeled. For a minute Kitty was tempted to let Peter come in her mouth. She really wanted him to do it. She wanted to taste the sweetness of his thick cream spurting down her throat. In spite of her own desires she knew that she had to stick to her plan.
Reluctantly she withdrew her mouth from Peter's cock. The shaft gleamed with the thick juices of her mouth. She turned and glanced over her shoulder. Behind her, her mother was lost in a world of hot, carnal lust. She continued to fondle Kitty's pussy and pump a finger in her ass. It was difficult for Kitty to part with, even for a moment, that maddening hand between her legs.
She finally pulled away from her mother and stood up. She glanced down and grinned. Peter and her mother were both caught in a flaming bed of passion. They would be ready for anything now.
Kitty glanced at Peter's glistening cock which stood straight up from his open pants. She looked at her mother. She was sprawled on the floor with her own hand dancing between her open thighs. A wide grin flashed across Kitty's face. A deep feeling of self-satisfaction filled her. It was time for the next step.
Kitty reached behind her back, unzipped her dress and let it fall in a loose pile around her feet. Naked, she knelt beside her mother. She pressed her hot lips to her mother's, thrusting her tongue deep into the moist, open mouth. There was a deep sigh.
Kitty cupped her mother's heaving breasts while the older woman continued to finger her own flaming pussy. It was a scene of total debauchery. Kitty unbuttoned her mother's dress. She pulled it open and slipped her hand inside. Her mother was not wearing a bra. Kitty's hand closed on the softness of her naked breasts. She cupped the heavy globes and tweaked the turgid nipples with her thumb and forefinger. Her mother moaned softly.
"Takeoff your clothes, Mother," Kitty whispered. "I want you naked, like me."
Without opening her eyes, her mother hastened to obey. She slipped the loosened dress from her shoulders. She raised her hips and pushed the dress completely off. Her panties quickly followed. Stark naked, Melissa lay back in her young daughter's enfolding arms.
"Mom, look at Peter's cock. Isn't it beautiful?" Kitty said in a dreamy tone.
Her mother eyed the fleshy shaft protruding from Peter's open pants. She nodded her head.
"Wouldn't you like to taste that sweet cock?" Kitty asked.
Again her mother nodded her head. She rose slowly to her knees and crawled forward between Peter's open legs. Kitty sat cross-legged on the floor and watched as her mother sucked Peter's fleshy dong into her mouth.
Kitty could hear the wild, slurping sounds as her mother devoured Peter's prick. Kitty grinned. So far so good.
' Kitty crept forward toward her mother. A broad, almost sadistic grin formed on her lips. She stared at the thick, fleshy buttocks of her mother and the moist cuntlips visible between her open thighs. Kitty had to make sure that her mother was thoroughly aroused before proceeding with the next step of her perverted idea.
Her hand trembled as she reached between her mother's warm thighs and touched the dampness at her crotch. The thick cuntlips throbbed as Kitty gently massaged them. She parted the thick folds of feminine flesh and wormed a finger deep into her mother's open, dripping cunt. The older woman twisted her naked hips and gave a choked moan.
Kitty pushed her finger deeper. Her thumb massaged the stiff clitoris. She felt her mother tremble in ecstatic delight. Kitty smiled and rolled her tongue over her lips.
You perverted bitch, Kitty thought, as she glanced at her mother sucking Peter's cock with eager fervor. Kitty realized that if she let herself go she could end up just as bad as her mother. She was determined not to let that happen. She would control her emotions, her physical desires. Even now, although the flames of aroused passion were burning strong in her, she forced her mind to focus only on her plan for revenge.
Kitty pushed a second finger into her mother's hot love nest. She pumped her hand slowly, letting the moist labia suck at her fingers. She leaned forward to kiss her mother's fleshy, white asscheeks. Her tongue left a moist, gleaming trail over the soft flesh. With a tight smirk and a deep chuckle in her throat, Kitty spread the heavy mounds and gazed at the brown hole of her mother's puckered anus.
A wild, sadistic impulse came over Kitty. She buried her face between the separated buttocks. Her tongue licked at the deep crevice, spinning like a teasing feather, over the small, brown hole. A loud groan rolled from her mother's sucking mouth.
With the tiny anus lubricated with her own spittle Kitty brought a sodomizing finger up and rammed it sharply into her mother's tight ass. Her mother jerked. Her entire body shook. Kitty shoved her finger hard, burying it completely in the tight, hot rectum.
In spite of the desperate urgency which gripped her own pussy, Kitty did not touch herself. It took a great deal of self control. Twice her free hand darted toward her burning love nest. Each time she caught herself and jerked her hand away. She would not give in to her body. She would control her feelings. She would prove that she could master herself. She would not let her physical needs dominate her.
Before making her next move Kitty waited until Peter's prick had erupted, filling her mother's greedy mouth with his fiery cum. While her mother eagerly sucked and swallowed the thick, male cream, Kitty brought her to a flaming peak with her hand and pumping fingers.
While her mother and Peter lay gasping for breath Kitty prepared herself for the supreme moment. At this point she had to be careful, one wrong word, one moment of indecision would spoil everything. She glanced at her mother and Peter, then stood up slowly.
Her heart pounded with a wild, racing excitement as she went to a closet where she had hidden the tools of her experiment. The raging desire in her body had combined with a thirst for vengeance which drove Kitty insane. The twisted grin on her face reflected the sadistic impulse coming over her. She picked up the objects of her vengeance and returned to the living room.
Peter and her mother were still sprawled on the sofa. Peter's limp prick hung lifeless from his pants. For a brief instant Kitty thought of biting his cock off. That would fix him better than anything else she could do. Kitty chuckled at her own aroused fury.
"I have an idea that might be a lot of fun," Kitty said, forcing a broad, sexy grin. Her mother and Peter looked up slowly. A worried frown appeared suddenly on Peter's face as he saw the rope in Kitty's hands.
"What do you plan to do with that?" he asked, glancing up at her then letting his eyes drop to the rope again.
Kitty laughed. "Don't worry," she said slowly, reassuringly. "This is intended for pleasure, not pain."
By now Kitty's mother had roused up enough to stare at her young, naked daughter. She, too, eyed the rope in Kitty's hand suspiciously.
"I was just reading about something and it sounded so good that I thought we all might try it."
"What are you talking about, Kitty? Your mother and, I don't go in for sado-masochism."
"Neither do I," Kitty replied, trying to sound calm, yet also trying to arouse Peter's interest in her idea. If she failed to do this, everything she had done would have been in vain.
"I just thought you two might like to try something different, that's all. There's no pain involved. It's very simple, really. All we do is to tie you up then tickle your body with a feather." She held up a long red feather and passed it teasingly over her naked breasts. "See, like that."
"Why is it necessary to tie anyone up. Surely you can tease with the feather without having to tie a person up," Peter remarked.
"Sure," Kitty replied. Her head was beginning to spin. She tried to picture what was coming, what she hoped was going to happen. "But it adds to the pleasurable sensations if the person being tickled with the feather can't do anything to relieve himself. It lets the pleasure build up until you think you can't stand it anymore."
Kitty's mother and Peter remained dubious. It took several minutes before Kitty was finally able to persuade them to try her idea. She breathed a deep sigh of relief as they finally agreed to her new method of sensual arousal.
Kitty's mother was the first to be tied up. Peter helped Kitty tie her mother's hands and feet securely. Kitty gave a deep, sadistic chuckle as she glanced down at her mother, laying on the floor, her hands tied securely behind her back, her wide eyes staring up at Kitty with a faint trace of fear and uncertainty. Kitty knelt beside her, and smiled.
"Don't look so scared, Mom. You'll really dig this." Kitty took the feather and trailed the tip very lightly over her mother's slowly heaving breasts.
"It tickles," Melissa giggled.
Kitty continued the slow, feathery caresses. Her mother's soft giggles soon turned to low sighs and long moans as the warm glow of desire spread through her body. Kitty trailed the tip of the feather down over her mother's quivering torso, over her trembling stomach and along the creamy insides of her open thighs. The feather was obviously having an erotic affect. Her mother's eyes were closed. Her head rolled slowly from side to side. Peter watched the spectacle with a sudden interest.
"It looks like she's really enjoying it," he commented as Melissa gave a sharp groan.
"See, I told you it would be fun," Kitty replied, with a wide, teasing grin. She tickled the tip of the feather over her mother's furry love nest. Melissa groaned and rolled her hips.
"Oh Baby! It feels so good! God! I can hardly stand it anymore."
Kitty grinned harder. She moved the feather a little faster. It was going so smoothly. All she had to do now was to get Peter tied up. From the aroused look on his face she judged that he too was just about ready to give into her suggestion. Again Kitty spun the tip of the feather in her mother's moist cleft. Melissa's hips jerked sharply.
"You want to try it now?" Kitty asked Peter. She held her breath as she waited for his answer.
For a long moment Peter stared at Melissa, twisting helplessly on the floor. Her body was bathed in a faint moistness. Tiny beads of perspiration formed on her forehead. The obvious affect of the feather had made her strain against her bonds. She was gasping for breath and almost begging to be fucked. Peter finally nodded his head. Kitty beamed in silent triumph.
Kitty quickly tied Peter's hands feet. He lay beside her mother on the floor. For a minute Kitty stood over her mother and Peter. They were completely helpless now. They were at her sadistic mercy. She grinned. Now she could repay them for all that they had done to her. She chuckled softly. First a little fun, then the party would really begin.
She knelt beside Peter and slowly passed the feather over his naked body. Her ruby lips curled in a tight grin as she passed the tip of the feather along the half erect length of his cock. It jerked and began to rise. Kitty rolled her tongue over her lips. Peter trembled as the feather trailed across his chest and stomach, then down along his thighs, up around his cock and back across his belly.
"Boy, you were really right about this. It is wild," he said through clenched lips. His body jerked sharply. His prick rose to a full erection.
Kitty stared at his cock and grinned broadly. She tickled his erect prick with the feather. It jerked as she passed the feather over the bulging head. Peter moaned. His hips arched. When she finally had him to the point where he could hardly stand it anymore Kitty was ready with the final part of her plan. This was the moment she had been waiting for.
In spite of the burning desire in her own body and the desperate need she felt to impale herself on Peter's bulging prick, Kitty forced herself to concentrate only on her plan. She couldn't let her own emotions destroy what she had worked so hard to achieve.
Kitty's heart fluttered in her breasts. This was her moment. With a wide, smirking grin she tossed the feather aside. Her eyes darted from her mother to Peter. They were both so deeply aroused that they were hardly aware of anything around them. Their eyes were closed. Their bodies writhed slowly in the throes of a violently aroused ecstasy. Kitty chuckled quietly.
She took a deep breath. A tight band of excitement had her stomach tied in knots. A wild tingle spread rapidly through her entire body. Even her toes tingled. Gathering herself for the supreme event, Kitty approached her mother. She glanced down at the pathetic figure, bound hand and foot, and grinned.
Very slowly Kitty straddled her mother's body. Melissa glanced up at her as Kitty lowered herself over her mother's face. She pressed her moist, flowing pussy against her mother's face. It felt so good as a hot, flashing tongue darted out to lick at the juicy folds of her cunt.
Kitty gave a sharp gasp. She bit her lower lip. Her mother's tongue pushed into her hot little sex. She sucked at Kitty's clitoris. Kitty moaned. For a minute she almost forgot what she intended to do. It was so easy to just let herself float on the sensual cloud of pleasure which surrounded her.
Kitty rolled her hips slowly and pressed her pussy tighter against her mother's face. The older woman had her face buried in her young daughter's streaming cleft. She had abandoned herself to the wild pleasures of the flesh.
Kitty brought her whirling mind back into sharp focus. She forced herself to push aside the wild, erotic feelings sweeping through her. With a great effort of concentration she brought her mind to a single thought. She sucked her lower lip between her pearly teeth. Deep inside of her body something loosened. A great smile of triumph flashed across her face. A deep, flooding relief came over her.
There was a sudden gush, a faint hiss of flowing water. A thick, hot stream of piss shot from her pussy. Beneath her, Kitty heard her mother cough and spit then give a sharp cry. Kitty rolled her head back. Her loud laughter bounced off of the walls. The bright yellow piss splattered over her mother's face. A spreading stain formed on the rich carpet. Her mother tried vainly to twist away. Kitty held her head tight between her thighs. She pressed her spurting pussy against her mother's face.
Only when her bladder was completely drained did Kitty rise slowly from her mother's twisting body. She glanced down with an evil look of approval. Her mother's face was covered with urine. It rolled down her cheeks, covered her lips and face. Even her long hair was soaked with the foul smelling juices of Kitty's body. She coughed and sputtered and tried to rid the foul taste from her mouth. A sweet sensation of pleasure filled Kitty. She had done it. She had shown her mother, at last, what she really thought of her.
While her mother began to cry hysterically and try in vain to wipe the filth from her face, Kitty turned to Peter. It was his turn now. He looked up at her. There was a grim look on his face. He twisted and struggled against his restraining bonds. Kitty gave a deep throated laugh.
"What's wrong, Peter dear? Are you afraid I'll piss in your face too?" Kitty laughed.
"You perverted little bitch!" Peter snapped. "I'll get even with you if you do such a thing to me. Cut me loose before you go too far."
Kitty stared at him in icy silence for a long moment. She shook her head slowly.
"Don't worry, dear," she said slowly. Her voice was thick with heavy sarcasm. "I've got something much better in mind for you. I owe you a great debt, remember? You showed me what sex was all about. I was a virgin, do you remember?"
Peter nodded his head. He continued to struggle with the ropes which held his hands and feet. "Goddammit, Kitty! Untie me!"
Kitty's loud, sadistic laughter filled the room. "Go fuck yourself, you sonofabitch," she snapped.
Kitty's face was drawn. Her lips trembled in uncontrolled fury. A deep hatred filled her eyes. With a fierce determination she straddled Peter's prone body. She stood over him and felt a sudden urge to stamp her foot in his face. She slowly squatted over his heaving chest. He glared at her.
"What are you going to do?" he asked. There was a sudden hoarseness in his voice. He appeared suddenly afraid of her.
"Nothing I could do would repay you for what you've done to me," Kitty hissed. "You and this fucking bitch," she jerked her head toward her mother, "have tried so hard to make me like yourselves. Well bastard, you succeeded. Now I want to see how you like what you've made me into. I want to show you what a good pupil I've been, how well I've learned to be like you."
Peter didn't say a word. His cold eyes held on Kitty. He chuckled and twisted the left corner of his mouth.
"You've always been a little whore," he said slowly. "Only you didn't know it. We just showed you what you were really like inside. Now you don't like facing the truth, do you?" He gave a tiny laugh. "Go ahead, whore, have your fun. My turn is coming."
A deep, burning rage flared inside of Kitty. Before she realized what she was doing she brought her right hand down with full force against Peter's evil, leering face. The slap exploded in her ears. Her hand stung. She had been unsure about whether or not she could actually go through with the next part of her plan. Now, with a wildly fierce temper she knew that she could.
She carefully positioned her hips over the center of Peter's chest. Her conscience screamed against her demented intention. Every fiber in her body quivered with burning rage. She was plunging to the very depths of degradation, but it did not matter. She had to do this.
She took a deep breath and grunted. She strained her guts. At first she wasn't sure that she would really be able to do it. A sudden sense of pleasure engulfed her as she felt a faint moment in her belly. She managed a quick glance at Peter's face.
His eyes were wide in shock. He stared at her shamelessly exposed pussy and past that to the contracting, pulsing hole of her anus. He knew what she was going to do.
Kitty wanted to laugh. She rolled her head back and closed her eyes. She grunted again and was rewarded with a deep movement in her bowels. She felt her anus enlarge as a thick, dark brown sausage pushed from her body. Like a dark prick emerging from the hidden depths of her body, the thick turd curled on Peter's chest. There was a sudden plop as it disengaged from her body and fell on his chest.
"You mother-fucking little cunt," Peter screamed. "I swear I'll get even with you for this."
Now that the final part of her revenge was completed tears of relief, and at the same time of shame, flooded down Kitty's cheeks. She stood up slowly and glanced down at the filth of her body which lay in a small pile on Peter's chest. A sickening numbness gripped her stomach.
"Kitty! My God! Why are you doing this to us?" a sharp, feminine voice cried.
Kitty turned slowly to her mother. A small measure of self-control returned to her. She forced herself not to look at the defecation on Peter's body. She took a deep breath.
"Mother," she said very slowly, in a calm voice. "I did this to show you and Peter what I really think of you both. I hate you! I hate you!"
Kitty's voice rose to a sharp pitch. She saw the tears in her mother's eyes, but she felt nothing but pity. In no way was she sorry for what she had done to her own mother.
With an empty feeling in her belly, Kitty turned to leave the room. She could not stand to look at Peter and her mother. At the door she turned to face them again.
"By the way," she said in a tight voice, devoid of emotion. "In case either of you is planning anything against me, just forget it. There is one thing you both overlooked. I'm master around here now and don't you forget it. You two thought you were so smart, but you forgot one very important thing."
"What's that?" Peter asked, glaring icily at Kitty.
Kitty chuckled. "You forgot that I'm only sixteen."
"What difference does that make?" Peter replied. "Sixteen or thirty, you're still a whore and only a fair fuck."
Kitty fought back the temptation to spit in his face. She walked toward him slowly.
"For a doctor you're pretty stupid, do you know that?" she hissed sharply. "Haven't you ever heard of something called statutory rape?"
Peter's face paled.
Kitty laughed. "I thought that might make you stop and think for a minute. What do you think the authorities would do to you and mother for raping me?"
Peter was beyond answering. Kitty glanced at her mother. She, too, had paled at the thought of what might happen to her.
"That's right," Kitty continued slowly. "Since I'm still considered a minor you two would be in very serious trouble. I don't even have the right to let you fuck me, Peter. It doesn't matter if I went along willingly with you or not. It's still considered rape. You would not only go to prison but you'd lose your medical license as well. Just remember that. All it takes is one phone call from me to the police and you two are finished."
Kitty gave a loud, roaring laugh. She started for the door again. "Just remember what I said. I'm the master around here, now. You two will do exactly as I say or I'll make that phone call."
With her words still ringing in her mother's and Peter's ears, Kitty left the room.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The relationship between Kitty, her mother and Peter changed markedly. Kitty was the complete master of the situation now. Even Peter trembled in fear of her. He knew he was a prisoner of her will. Kitty enjoyed her new role with mixed emotions. On the one hand she enjoyed the feeling of total power she had, on the other hand she felt empty inside, as if all feeling had been drained from her. She had lost something in the battle, something she was afraid she would never be able to regain.
Perhaps Peter was right. Maybe she too was a whore, just like her mother, only she was just now beginning to realize it. No, Kitty told herself, there was a big difference between her and her mother. Her mother was a victim of her uncontrollable lusts. Kitty would not let herself be dominated by her body. She would give into her passions, but only when she had decided that it was the right thing to do.
At home, Kitty did exactly as she pleased. She treated her mother like a slave, making her bring her breakfast in bed, cleaning up the house and doing every menial task Kitty could think of. Kitty almost felt sorry for her mother. She really wasn't responsible for herself.
Still, Kitty felt that it was necessary for her mother to pay for the damage that she had done. She was not going to get off easy. Peter too, had to pay. Kitty wasn't sure how she would handle him, but she would. She would make him sorry that he had ever interfered with something that was none of his business.
Although Kitty did not realize it, a sharp change had also occurred in her. She was more conscious of her power as a woman. She was aware of herself physically for the first time. She took pleasure in her body, in its seductive beauty, and its means of attraction. She dressed sexier, revealing the sensual attractions of her lithe body with great pleasure.
The boys at school had noticed the change. Kitty had almost overnight become the sought after girl in school. It was sometimes difficult for her to fend off the various boys which tried to force themselves on her. On occasion she would give into her physical desires, tier womanly needs, and go out with a boy she found particularly attractive.
On these dates she would try to keep her emotions intact but even so, every once in while she would slip and end up letting the boy ball her in the back seat of his car.
Although these little adventures satisfied her newly aroused passions, Kitty still did not fully enjoy them. In the back of her mind something, a small voice, a twinge of conscience, held her back from complete, full, sexual gratification.
Kitty tried several affairs with different boys, but each time the experience left her with the same empty feeling inside. She found that she could not reach a climax no matter what the boys did to her. Even sucking their cocks did not provide the same thrill it had when she had first sucked Peter off.
Kitty pondered the changes which she knew had come over her. She found it curious that she could not enjoy sex with other partners. She had enjoyed it with Peter and with her mother, so why couldn't she enjoy it with someone else?
The answer finally came in a round about way. One morning Kitty was laying in bed. She was idly dreaming of what it would be like to have a hand-: some lover in bed with her. Suddenly she remembered the magazine which had provided the inspiration for her revenge against her mother and Peter.
Kitty threw back the bed covers and hurried to her dresser. She took the magazine from its hiding place and returned to her bed. Naked, she lay back on the bed and began thumbing through the magazine.
The pictures of bondage and flagellation caused a faint bubble of excitement to churn in her stomach. Kitty studied each picture carefully. A tiny knot of passion began swelling in her loins. Her pulse quickened at the sight of various couples enjoying their sadistic pleasure.
Kitty felt a warm fire burning between her legs. Idly her right hand slid down over her smooth, flat stomach and touched the soft curls at her pubis. She stroked the stiff curls and leafed through the magazine. Without even realizing she was doing it, she let her thighs separate. Her hand slipped between her open legs to close over the gentle moistness of her pussy. She gave a faint moan as her hand caressed her pulsing labia. She squeezed the thick lips of her cunt together. A sharp bolt of sensuous ecstasy shot through her. She groaned.
She turned another page in the magazine. The picture she saw took her breath away.
A girl was tied to an overhead beam. Only her toes touched the floor. She was completely nude. In front of her a man stood with a large, leather belt in his hand. There were dark bruises on the girl's body where the man had hit her. Instead of pain the girl seemed to be enjoying it.
There was a wild, lust-filled look on her face. Kitty could almost imagine her lithe body trembling with desire. In the following picture the man had stripped off his clothes. With a huge, erect penis he stood behind the girl. He was obviously going to ram his prick up her ass. A burning wave of excitement came over Kitty. She pretended that she was the girl in the picture. She could almost feel that huge cock forcing its way brutally up her ass. Her body twisted on the bed. She rubbed her hand over her flaming pussy and moaned softly.
The magazine was forgotten as Kitty became caught up in her own whirling passions. Her cuntlips were soaked with her flowing juices. She groaned and twisted her trim, naked body. Her free hand sought the firm mounds of her breasts. She cupped and squeezed each soft breast, delighting in the fiery tingle which swept through her trembling body.
She spread her thighs wide. Her hand danced quickly over her pussy. She spread her moist labia and dipped a hesitant finger into her flowing slit. She moaned. Her thumb caressed the stiff bud of her clitoris. Her hips rose sharply from the bed.
Kitty shoved her finger deep into her burning pussy. She gasped as a bolt of fire ripped through her. The finger went deeper into her soft body. She pumped the finger slowly, drawing it in and out of her warm, juicy cunt. It felt so good.
Kitty did not like doing this to herself, but this time she couldn't help it. She had to have relief. A second finger plunged into her fiery pussy. She groaned and gave a low cry of deep pleasure. Her body rose from the bed. Her hips twisted in the air. She squeezed her left breast. Her mouth fell open. Her head tossed from side to side. She rubbed her aching clitoris. She fingered her streaming cleft.
She rammed her fingers deep into her pussy. They weren't enough. She needed more. She tried to insert a third finger, but her pussy was too tight. In desperation she let the third finger drop to the tiny button of her anus.
In her eager desperation she pushed the tip of her finger against the tiny circle of flesh. A racing desire swept over her. She gasped in a sudden burst of burning passion. Her body was on fire. She couldn't get her breath. She bit her lower lip and groaned.
With the tip of her finger moistened with her own, flowing cuntal juices it began to slip inside her anus. She gave a sharp cry. A first there was a searing pain as the tiny hole resisted this unnatural penetration. The pain inflamed Kitty's heated passions even more.
She stabbed the finger hard against her anus. The tiny ring gave way. Her finger slipped in. A deep, stirring thrill rushed through her. She eased more of her sodomizing finger into her tortured rectum. She sucked in her breath. Her body arched high.
With one finger in her ass and two in her pussy, it did not take long for Kitty to bring herself to the peak of pleasure. When, at last, she felt the dam inside of her beginning to weaken she gave a long, deep sigh. She brutally thrust her fingers deep into her body. The dam broke.
With a sharp cry of ecstasy Kitty felt her hand being flooded with her heated love juices. The hot flood covered her fingers and hand. Kitty groaned. Her head spun. Wave upon wave of burning passion rolled over her.
Kitty lay gasping for breath as her powerful climax gradually faded. She removed her soaked fingers from her body and lay on the bed with her eyes closed. It took several minutes before her head stopped spinning and she was able to sit up again.
Kitty glanced down at her sweat soaked body with a faint smile of satisfaction. She had discovered her own secret of pleasure. She had heard of people who enjoyed physical pain as a part of sexual fulfillment, but she had never thought that she could be one of them. Now, she discovered, almost to her joy, that she was.
The pain of ramming her finger up her own ass had almost driven her insane. It had made her climax even more brilliant and beautiful. A wide grin flashed across her face. Now that she finally understood what really turned her on sex would be more pleasurable. She smiled, stood up and went to the bathroom to take a hot shower.
A plan began to form in the back of Kitty's mind. It was a perverted, sadistic, even torturous plan, but it gave her a deep thrill to even contemplate it. She chuckled sadistically and wondered how to bring her plan to a reality.
It only took a couple of minutes for her to realize that it would really be very easy, especially considering her new power over her mother and Peter. Kitty threw her head back and gave a loud, evil laugh. She would show them just what kind of monster they had created.
With her damp body wrapped in a towel Kitty went downstairs to find her mother.
Melissa was enjoying a morning cup of coffee when Kitty entered the kitchen. Melissa looked up as her young daughter came toward her. She surveyed Kitty's ripe, young body seductively wrapped in a towel. The towel only served to accent her nakedness. Melissa felt a sudden twinge of desire drifting through her loins.
She swallowed nervously as Kitty sat down beside her. The loosely wrapped towel slipped down to expose the bright pink nipple of Kitty's left breast. Melissa stared in hypnotic fascination at the lush breast. She felt a sudden desire to touch that soft mound. She sat frozen as Kitty stared at her with glaring eyes.
Melissa was afraid of her daughter. Ever since their orgy, when Kitty had pissed in her face, Melissa had withdrawn into her own world. She cursed herself for what she had done to Kitty. She wanted to make it up to her daughter, but fear of what Kitty might do held her back. Fear was the right word to describe Melissa's feeling about Kitty.
Kitty had developed into an evil, vengeful person who struck fear not only in Melissa, but in Peter also. From her recent conversations with Peter, Melissa knew that he was terrified of what Kitty might do to him. He had even topped coming to the house. He was afraid that Kitty might seek some further revenge on him. As she thought about it, Melissa found the situation perversely humorous. It was strange that a sixteen year old girl could have such complete and unlimited power over two, mature adults.
"Mother, I've decided that we're going to have another orgy," Kitty said slowly, watching the stunned look appear on her mother's face.
Kitty wanted to laugh, but she didn't. A faint twinge of fear flashed in her mother's eyes. Kitty knew her power was complete. She chuckled quietly and poured herself a cup of coffee.
"I think it might be fun," she continued, nonchalantly, as if she was proposing nothing more than a Sunday picnic. "I have some new ideas that you and Peter might really enjoy."
Kitty noticed the way her mother's eyes kept dropping to her exposed breast. In shameless abandon Kitty deliberately let the towel fall to her waist. She hard a faint gasp from her mother as her lush breasts were fully exposed. It gave Kitty a rewarding sense of power to feel her mother's eyes on her body and to know that she could do anything she liked and her mother would be powerless to stop her.
Kitty sipped her coffee quietly while she let the full impact of her proposal sink into her mother. She took a deep breath to force her full breasts forward. She could feel her nipples tightening under her mother's desire filled gaze.
"Baby, why are you doing this to us?" her mother asked, with a deep, pleading tone in her voice.
"Doing what?" Kitty pretended that she didn't understand what her mother was talking about.
"I think you know what I mean. Why are you behaving like this toward Peter and I. You know we didn't mean to harm you. We only wanted to show you a side of life that you knew nothing about. I was afraid that you might grow up to be frigid or something. I only wanted to help you, Baby."
Kitty chuckled softly. "You helped me, Mother. Oh boy, did you help me! You wanted to make me like you, didn't you, Mother? Well, you succeeded. Now I'm just as much of a whore as you are. Are you happy?"
"Honey, don't talk like that. You're not a whore and neither am I."
Kitty laughed. "Bullshit!" she snapped. "Look Mother, I don't even want to talk about it right now. All I want you to do is to get on the phone and get Peter over here. We're going to have some fun and games this morning."
"Baby! Please!" her mother whimpered.
Kitty ignored the plea. "Just call Peter, Mother," she said icily.
"What if he won't come? You know he did not like what you did to him last time."
Kitty chuckled. "He'll come. Remind him that it only takes one phone call from me to ruin him for life. You tell him that for me, Mother."
Kitty finished her coffee and stood up. She again felt her mother's eyes passing over her almost naked body. She curled the left corner of her small mouth.
"I really turn you on, don't I Mother?" Kitty said.
Her mother's head jerked up suddenly. Her eyes went wide in shock.
"You must be more of a lesbian than I thought," Kitty remarked dryly. "How many other girls have you made it with?"
"Honey, that's no way to talk to your own mother." A faint glimmer of a tear formed in Melissa's eyes.
Kitty just shook her head. She was beyond feeling sorry for her mother. She felt nothing now, nothing but an empty void inside of her where she should have felt love.
"If it turns you on so much, here, have a good look."
Kitty jerked the towel from her body. Naked, she stood with her hands cockily on her hips and let her mother survey the full ripeness of her nude body. After a moment Kitty turned to leave.
"I'd suggest that you call Peter right now," she said over her shoulder. "I'd like to get our little party started right away. I'm really horny this morning, how about you, Mother?" Kitty let her voice trail off in a heavy vapor of sarcasm.
As Kitty had predicted, Peter came to the house. It was obvious, from the way that he glared at her, that he was afraid of Kitty, afraid, yet deeply stirred by her sensuality. For the occasion Kitty had dressed in a black, baby-doll nightgown. The thin, gossamer material did nothing to hide her nakedness. The paleness of her nude body was completely visible. It was obvious that she wore nothing under it. When Peter saw her his eyes filled with a sudden desire. Kitty grinned. It gave her a deep sense of satisfaction to know that she could turn a man on so completely.
"Well, Peter, are you ready to have fun?" Kitty purred. She crossed the room toward him with a slow, arousing swish of her hips. She took a deep breath and forced her full breasts against the thin, black material of her gown.
"How do you like me like this? Am I sexy?" She cooed.
Peter nodded slowly. His eyes darted over her rich body. They focused on her furry mound. Kitty grinned.
"How about Mother?" she asked. "Do you think she's sexy too?"
Peter had not noticed Melissa. Now he turned to see her sitting in a chair in the far corner of the room. Her face was drawn tight. Her lower lip quivered. Deep fear was written across her face. She was stark naked and bound hand and foot.
"Kitty, what are you doing?" Peter asked, flashing a sudden look of despair at her.
Kitty threw her head back and laughed. "We're going to have a little party, that's all," she answered slowly. Her voice was firm, without emotion. She stared coldly at Peter.
"I wanted you to see what kind of person you've created," she continued.
She stepped away from Peter and walked across the room. She picked up a length of rope from a small table and turned to Peter again.
"I wanted you to know how well you succeeded in transforming me into the little whore that you wanted. What's wrong Peter, you don't seem too pleased?" She chuckled and approached Peter, holding the length of rope in front of her. Peter backed away.
"You perverted little bitch," he said in a hoarse voice. "You're not going to tie me up again. What do you want to do, shit on me again?"
Kitty laughed. "That really wasn't very nice of me to do that, was it?" Her voice was deliberately soft and sexy. "I should say I'm sorry, I guess. But do you know what, Peter. I'm not sorry. I enjoyed doing that to you. It was just what you and my mother deserved." Her flashing eyes held on Peter. He continued to back away as she came toward him. He was finally backed against the wall.
Peter's eyes held on the rope in Kitty's hand. She grinned and came up to him. With a wild, sadistic pleasure she rubbed her almost bared breasts against his chest. It gave her a decided thrill to see the sudden desire written in his eyes. He still wanted her, even after all that she had done to him.
Kitty pressed her warm body against Peter's. She was delighted to feel his prick rise against her belly. She twisted her pelvis and ground it against his swollen crotch. In spite of himself Peter was beginning to react to her lustfulness. Kitty reached between their bodies and cupped her hand over his bulging prick.
"I see you're ready for fun," she purred sexily. She gave his prick an affectionate squeeze and pulled away from him.
"Don't worry, Peter, I guarantee that you'll enjoy this. This time I might even let you fuck me anyway that you want to."
As a coy invitation she turned her back to him and bent forward. Reaching behind her she spread her buttocks to reveal her puckered anus and moist cuntlips.
"How'd you like to fuck me in the ass, Peter? You like doing that, don't you?" She straightened up and laughed.
Peter's resistance was weakening. Kitty could see it in his eyes. She turned slowly to face him again.
"Why don't you slip out of those awful clothes. How can I get at that delicious prick of yours if you hide it?"
Peter remained against the wall. His arms hung limp at his sides. He made no move to remove his clothes. Kitty approached him with a broad, teasing grin.
"Here, let me help you," she said, reaching for the buttons of his shirt.
Peter watched helplessly as she slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He remained completely passive as she pushed it from his shoulders. A slight shudder rolled through his body when the luscious teenager reached for his belt buckle. He watched in erotic fascination as she deftly unfastened his pants and slipped her hand inside to stroke the hard flesh of his naked cock.
Kitty gave a deep sigh as she held Peter's rigid prick in her hand. It was good to feel that hard, male tool throbbing in her hand again. With a wispy smile on her lips, and a drifting look in her eyes, Kitty sank slowly to her knees in front of Peter.
She tugged his pants and shorts down around his ankles. His rigid cock sprang free and almost hit her in the face. She grinned. There was a deeply aroused look on Peter's face. Kitty knew what he wanted her to do.
Without waiting any longer, Kitty seized his hard, bulging prick in her right hand. She leaned forward slowly and planted a quick, hesitant kiss on the silky, smooth cockhead. Peter gave a low moan.
A hot flush of desire raced in Kitty's veins. Her body suddenly burned with flaming need. For a brief instant she almost lost control of herself. She kissed his lovely cock again, delighting in the wonderful sensations it aroused in her. She let her warm, ruby lips part. Her tongue flicked out to curl around the swollen member.
She licked the hard prick slowly, letting her tongue toy with the tiny opening in the cockhead, and drift slowly along the full length. Her tongue danced in the thick forest of hair at the base of his cock. She lifted his prick and dropped her tongue and sucking lips to his hairy balls.
Peter went rigid as she licked his balls and sucked them lightly into her warm oral cavity. After a teasing moment her mouth returned to the glistening cockhead.
She opened her mouth wide and sucked the bulging prick in. It pushed deep into her open mouth. It brushed the roof of her mouth and pushed against the back of her throat.
A wild, sweeping ecstasy shot through Kitty. Her own body began to tremble. She drew more of the delicious cock into her mouth. She cupped Peter's balls in her right hand. Her hungry lips nibbled at the fleshy pole in her mouth. Her tongue rolled over the bulging knob. Peter thrust his hips forward. He clutched Kitty's head and rammed his prick deep into her mouth. She almost gagged, but managed to keep sucking.
With a final, parting kiss on the head of his prick, Kitty stood up slowly. Peter reached for her. He wrapped his arms about her trim body and crushed her against him. His hands slipped under her short gown to cup the naked globes of her buttocks. Kitty moaned and ground her pelvis against the stiff shaft of his prick.
"Aren't we forgetting somebody?" she whispered in Peter's ear and nodded toward her mother. Her mother was straining against the ropes that held her prisoner in the chair. There was a deep pleading look in her eyes.
Kitty grabbed Peter's cock and led him toward her mother. Kitty almost felt sorry for what she was doing as she glanced down at the pathetic figure in the chair. There was a deep, sensual longing on her mother's face. Kitty jerked Peter's hard prick toward her mother's face.
"Would you like some of this, Mother?" she asked, coldly. "It tastes so good. I'll bet you would just love to have it in your mouth, wouldn't you?"
Melissa looked up at her daughter. For the first time she began to realize just what a terrible thing she and Peter bad dene. They had taken a sweet, innocent child and converted her into a depraved, sex-crazed monster. A deep sense of guilt and shame came over Melissa. She let her eyes drop to Peter's cock.
It was so beautiful. In spite of the guilt she felt, she suddenly wanted it. It looked so delicious laying in Kitty's hand. She wished that she could hold it, but her hands were tied securely behind her back. Melissa's mouth began to water. Her bright lips parted. Her head rolled forward, reaching for the delicious shaft of pleasure her daughter held in offering to her.
"That's it, Mother," Kitty laughed. "Reach for it. Show Peter how much you want to suck his cock."
Melissa strained her head forward. Her lips brushed the swollen head of Peter's prick. She sighed. In a moment of vicious teasing Kitty jerked the cock from her mother's drawing lips.
"Do you really want it, Mother?" she asked, holding the pulsing prick away from her mother's searching mouth. "Tell Peter how much you want it. Tell him that you want to suck his delicious cock."
Melissa looked up at her daughter with imploring eyes. "Please, Baby," she begged. "Don't do this to me. I'm your mother."
Kitty laughed. She ignored the pathetic plea. "Tell us what you want to do, Mother," she insisted.
Melissa swallowed hard. Her eyes darted to the warm cock in Kitty's small hand. "I want it," she whispered.
"Louder, Mother. I can't hear you."
"I want it," Melissa repleated, louder. "I want to suck his cock. Please, Kitty."
Kitty gave a sadistic chuckle. She shoved the hard prick toward her mother's open, waiting mouth. Melissa grappled eagerly for it. Her hungry mouth closed around the thick shaft with an ardent longing. Loud slurping noises rose from her mouth as she gorged herself on the hard, masculine shaft.
While her mother hungrily devoured Peter's cock, Kitty stepped away. She pulled her thin gown over her head and was naked. A hot fire of triumphant satisfaction burned in her belly. She stared at the thick prick pushing slowly in and out of her mother's tight mouth. She grinned. This was going even better than she had hoped for.
While Peter eagerly pumped his prick in and out of Melissa's tight, sucking mouth, he became Kitty's hapless victim. He was so deeply aroused with burning desire that he did not even seem to notice as Kitty pulled his hands behind his back and securely tied them with a short length of rope.
When his wrists were securely bound, Kitty turned away with a wide smirk. Now for the real moment of pleasure. Her heart pounded wildly. A tight knot of passion gripped her stomach. Her body seemed to float across the room as she reached for a heavy, leather belt. A fiery, burning sensation spread between her legs. Warm, sticky cuntal juices flowed down the insides of her thighs. Her entire body trembled as she raised the belt with her right hand and brought it down with full force across Peter's naked back.
Peter gave a sudden cry of sharp pain.
"Kitty! My God! What are you doing?" he screamed and tried to pull away, but Melissa bit down on his prick and held him a firm prisoner with her mouth.
Kitty again brought the belt down hard against his bare flesh. Raging excitement built in her as she struck Peter again and again. Each blow was harder than the other. Large, red welts appeared on his back. He twisted and tried to escape her sharp blows, but he couldn't move. Melissa would not release his prick. It was as if there was a conspiracy between these two demented women.
Each time she struck Peter, a hot bolt of ecstasy shot through Kitty. She understood now why some people loved this method of sexual arousal. The fire in her belly raged out of control. The lips of her pussy throbbed. A river of molten lava poured through her body. She turned the belt on her mother.
She struck her mother's body with all of her force. Her mother gave an agonized scream, which was choked by the large prick in her mouth. Kitty hit her again. The raging desires building in her body threatened to explode.
Kitty's brain whirled. The muscles in her right arm ached. Her heart beat so rapidly she was sure it would stop at any moment. She couldn't stop. The aroused passions in her body were so strong that she could hardly stand it. She wanted a cock. She wanted to be fucked.
Kitty's body teetered on the brink of a powerful climax. She couldn't wait any longer. Throwing the belt aside she grabbed Peter. She jerked him away from her mother.
"Fuck me, Peter! Fuck me!" she screamed. "Please fuck me!"
With her body rippling in the throes of a violent ecstasy Kitty fell to the floor. She spread her thighs to their full extent. With her hands she spread the lips of her pussy.
"Fuck me, Peter! Fuck me!" she moaned. She twisted her hips and arched her body.
Like an obedient slave Peter sank between Kitty's wide splayed thighs. She seized his bursting cock and guided it into the hot folds of her burning pussy.
She gave a loud, deep moan of pure pleasure as the head of his prick slowly eased into her writhing body.
The tight lips of her cunt locked about the thick shaft, sucking it into her vaginal warmth. Peter shoved his pelvis forward, hard. The full length of his prick sank into Kitty. She screamed. Her hips jerked up.
Kitty soared heavenward on a cloud of fiery bliss. The pumping prick in her cunt sent her spirits to dizzying heights of ecstasy. She rolled her pelvis and twisted against Peter. She wrapped her widespread legs around his heaving body.
He pumped harder. Kitty could feel his prick ramming completely through her. She needed more. His balls bounced against her tight anus. She moaned.
In complete perversion she slipped a hand under her own body and searched blindly in the crevice of her ass. Her finger found the magic hole. She rammed the finger hard, burying it completely in her own ass. That was all it took.
In a blinding frenzy her body exploded. Kitty screamed. Her body arched high, almost throwing Peter off. His cock rammed hard into her. She plunged her finger deep into her burning rectum. Her hot cuntal juices were released in a shattering explosion of ecstasy. Kitty almost passed out.
Her violent climax left Kitty so weak and drained that she was unable to move for a while. She was almost unconscious of anything except the fiery forces still rippling through her body. She was not even aware when Peter pulled his prick from her body. She did not see her mother roll from the chair to clasp her mouth once again around Peter's hard cock.
The rigid pole gleamed with the flowing moistness of Kitty's pussy. Melissa clamped down on it. She sucked it greedily into her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down.
It only took a brief moment to bring Peter to a fiery eruption. His thick, white cream filled Melissa's mouth. It rolled from the corners of her lips. Her cheeks puffed as her mouth overflowed. A thick, white river of cum rolled down her chin.
When Peter was fully drained Melissa raised her head from his cock. With her mouth filled with his cum she struggled across the floor to where Kitty lay, still gasping for breath, her eyes closed, her breasts heaving.
For a moment Melissa stared down at her young daughter. A faint smile formed on her lips. She leaned forward. She pressed her lips to Kitty's and opened her cum-filled mouth. The thick cream poured into Kitty's open mouth. It flowed over her lips and chin. A heavy rivulet rolled down her cheeks and dripped into her long hair.
Kitty tasted the sweet nectar filling her mouth. She swallowed what she could. It shocked her that her mother was doing this to her, but she really didn't mind. She loved the taste of male cum rolling down her throat.
As her mother raised from her face, Kitty licked her lips clean and smiled. For the final touch of perversion Melissa raised her body. With her feet tied together it was difficult, but she managed, by opening her knees wide, to straddle Kitty's head.
Kitty offered a weak smile and nuzzled her face into her mother's warm, juicy cunt. She licked voraciously at the flowing labia. Her tongue thrust out. Like a tiny penis it darted in and out of the hot vagina.
Kitty licked the entire area between her mother's legs, from her anus to her clitoris. Kitty's tongue worked like a flashing dart of lust. When the final flood came Kitty was ready for it.
She opened her mouth wide and drank the flowing juices which filled her mouth. She drank eagerly from her mother's flowing fountain.
Kitty felt Peter between her legs again. His hard cock brushed the painfully swollen lips of her pussy. She gave a choked moan and buried her face in her mother's still flowing pussy.
Raging desire returned to Kitty. The combination of Peter's cum and her mother's juices in her mouth filled her with an uncontrollable passion. She no longer cared what they did to her as long as she found the satisfaction that she so desperately needed.
She did not offer a whimper of protest when she felt Peter's cock pushing against her tight anus. She wanted it, even in her ass.
She arched her body, bringing her puckered hole into perfect position. Peter's prick, already well lubricated, pushed into the tiny, rear orifice. Kitty moaned her delight. The huge, bulging prick forced its way into her rectum. She twisted and groaned in ecstasy. She reached up and clutched at her mother's heavy, pendulant breasts. The soft mounds filled her hands as the brutal cock rammed up her ass.
Almost at the same time they all three reached explosive climaxes. Kitty felt Peter's hot cream shooting deep into her bowels. Her own body reacted with a sudden crescendo of passion. Again Kitty's face was bathed in the flooding warmth of her mother's flowing river of lust.
After it was all over with, Kitty discovered that she felt only a deep sense of overwhelming satisfaction. The fiery hunger in her body was satiated, at least for the moment. She found that she could enjoy herself now without the slightest feeling of guilt or shame. At last she was just like her mother, and it didn't bother her.
She was meant for pleasure, Kitty realized. She was intended to enjoy the fruits of her body. She had finally discovered the hidden Kitty that she had fought so long and hard against.
A deep feeling of contentment came over Kitty as she lay on the floor. Peter and her mother lay beside her. Kitty found that she no longer harbored any hatred for them. They had shown her what pleasure was all about. In a way she was grateful to them. Kitty tenderly kissed Peter, then her mother and let herself drift into a deep, sensual void.
