Chapter 1

At the age of fifteen Katherine Wiley was the picture of innocence. She was a petite girl with long shining golden hair, huge blue eyes, and an unblemished creamy skin that was the envy of her girlfriends. Neat, well-mannered, a good student, Katherine impressed the small town of Riverdale as being the perfect daughter, and when other girls misbehaved, their parents would sigh, "Why can't you be more like that Wiley girl?" They would have been horrified if they'd been able to read her secret thoughts. She liked to be called "Kitty", because she thought it had a naughty ring to it, and she was sick of being considered a "nice" girl. She was sick of Riverdale and her old-fashioned parents. She was even sick of being a virgin, though virginity was very much in fashion with Riverdale girls. Kitty wanted to know all about life, and she wanted to know now.

On a hot July evening Kitty was trying very hard to learn about that most mysterious and exciting aspect of life, the opposite sex. Her date, a high school senior named Jim, was doing his best to teach her, although he didn't know too much about lovemaking himself. He would never have confessed this to Kitty, however. After taking her to a movie, he'd driven her in his father's car to a quiet dead-end street and had begun to kiss her with all the authority of an international playboy. Kitty responded eagerly-it wasn't very often that her parents allowed her to be alone with a boy, and she intended to take full advantage of the chance.

Jim was reasonably good-looking, if not too bright, and Kitty figured that because he was two years older than her, he must know everything. It thrilled her to think that at his age, Jim must surely know all about sex, and that he'd actually-well, as the wilder boys at school called it-"fucked". Kitty had heard that word bantered about a few times, but she didn't have a very clear idea of what it meant. It filled her with a vague dark sense of adventure and excitement. Certainly she felt excited when Jim started to kiss her.

He began with conventional kissing, a timid and clumsy rubbing of lips, which Kitty had experienced a few times, but before long he progressed to something more interesting. Holding Kitty tight against him, he stuck his tongue into her mouth and began to wriggle it around. Kitty was very impressed, and she imitated the gesture, inserting her little slick tongue into Jim's mouth and exploring the silky wet lining of his cheeks and palate, performing a sinuous dance on his tongue. She imagined that this was the way wicked people did it, and Kitty wanted very much to be wicked. Being good was a terrible bore.

"Oh, wow," muttered Jim, coming up for air. "I'm really getting excited."

"Me, too," sighed Kitty. It was true, though she didn't mean it exactly as Jim did. She was just generally excited, but to Jim it was a euphemism for "horny". He seized her again and pressed her to him, and as he kissed her, Kitty noticed that this time his hands didn't remain on her back. They began to wander, exploring more and more of her soft body, her shoulders, arms, waist, and then began inching upward toward her tits.

This made Kitty very excited indeed. She knew that only bad girls allowed boys to touch their tits-and she could hardly wait to be bad. She trembled hotly when Jim's sweaty nervous hands at last touched the soft but firm rounds of her budding tits. Jim trembled, too, and thrust his tongue almost into her throat. Kitty sighed contentedly. At last she was learning something about real life. There was not a bit of guilt in her mind, either, as she allowed the horny boy to paw her virginal tits, for she was convinced that grown-up rules about sex were a crock of shit.

Kitty had received all of her sex education from an older neighbor girl named Martha. The conservative Riverdale school board had voted not to allow sex education courses in the schools, and Kitty's parents had never said a word to her on the subject except that she should not let a boy touch her till she was married. So when Kitty began to be interested in boys and sex, she went to Martha to have her questions answered. Martha was in her twenties, not very pretty, and worked as a waitress. Having failed so far to find a husband, she still lived with her parents, but she was hardly without experience. Sipping beer and puffing on a Salem, Martha seemed the picture of worldly knowledge to her younger friend. She listened calmly when Kitty blushingly explained what she wanted to know, and she answered without hesitation.

"Listen, sweetie," Martha had said, "it's real simple. Don't let anybody kid you about that. All girls want is to get married, and all guys want is to ball. If you're smart, you work it so he gets his kicks and you get him. It's fun to ball, I sure can't deny that, but it's more important to get set for life, get a guy who can support you. Don't be like me-don't give it away for nothing. That's my problem. I like to do it too much."

But Kitty wasn't interested in marriage. She was going to be an independent woman, not hampered by domestic chores and dirty diapers. She just wanted to know about sex. "But how does it feel?" she persisted. "How do you do it?"

Martha laughed. "That's pretty simple, too. The guy just lies on you and puts his cock in you, and then you fuck. Sounds dumb, but it's fun. Believe me," she sighed, "it's fun...."

"And that's how you get babies?" said Kitty.

"Not if you're smart," Martha answered quickly. She went on to run down various ways of preventing babies, but Kitty finally interrupted her to press for more details about "balling", as Martha called it.

"What does a guy's thing-his cock-look like?"

Kitty demanded.

"You've never seen one?" said Martha. "Jeez. But with your parents, no, I guess you wouldn't have. Well, it's hard to describe. It's about the size of a hot dog, only uglier. You'll just have to see for yourself. Only, for chrissake, don't get knocked up. Have fun, kid, but don't get caught."

Kitty fully intended to follow Martha's advice. She went into the city one day on the pretext of shopping and visited a birth-control clinic where teenagers were helped with no questions asked. She obtained a supply of birth-control pills. She was ready, ready for anything, she felt-and now all she needed was a boy to teach her a few things. Ironically, that proved more difficult than getting the Pill. Her parents were absolutely paranoid about boys. They didn't even let her date till she was fifteen, and even then her potential dates had to undergo an investigation so intensive that you'd have thought they were applying for top security work in the government. She was allowed to go out with a few guys who sang in the church choir and were so innocent and repressed that they didn't even hold her hand. Finally she was given permission to date Jim, mainly because his father was a deacon in the church-and on their first date Kitty was discovering that her parents had made a big mistake. She was very glad of that.

"Oh, wow," Jim sighed again. His vocabulary was pretty limited, but that didn't bother Kitty. He knew what to do, and that was enough. His hands were tightening more confidently over her plump young tits, molding and squeezing them through her thin shirt, and she liked the feeling. It caused little bursts of excitement to race right from her aroused tits to that warm hidden place between her legs which worldly-wise Martha called her "pussy". Kitty wasn't well informed even about her own anatomy, but she felt her pussy getting very hot and moist as Jim played steadily with her tits. When she didn't resist, he grew bolder, and Kitty felt him slowly raising her shirt.

She hadn't worn a bra, and Jim was greeted with the sight of two apple-round tits sticking out pale and firm in the bright moonlight. Kitty's tits were a little more than average size, topped with lovely bright-pink nipples, and they were perfectly firm and saucily pointed. The boy felt his young cock going stiff and eager in the tight confinement of his jeans. He was really surprised about Kitty. He'd thought this date was going to be a bore. Kitty's parents were incredibly strict, the girl herself so prim and proper-but once he'd gotten her alone, he'd been pleasantly surprised. The innocent-looking girl seemed ready and eager for anything. When he raised her shirt and exposed her superb little boobs, she only grinned at him.

"Oh, wow," said Jim for the third, or maybe millionth, time. Impulsively he bent down and began kissing her hot round tits, and Kitty sighed happily. It felt nice, and even nicer when he stuck out his tongue and started running the hot wet tip over the taut sensitive flesh of her tits. He tickled and tongued the pretty pink nipples, and Kitty squeaked with surprise and pleasure. That felt incredibly good. Sharp little bursts of excitement raced from her tender nipples right down to her cunt, which contracted sharply with lust and spat out a hot burst of pussy-juice that wet the crotch of her panties. She tingled all over with her first really horny feelings.

Jim followed his blind sexual instincts, which were to explore and touch and taste every delicious inch of her body. He licked her pointy little tits all over and finally returned to her exquisite nipples, fastening his lips around them, drawing them slowly into his mouth and out again, one after the other. At last he concentrated on the left nipple, drew it into the wet heat of his mouth, and began sucking it. He didn't know what prompted him to do that, but it felt nice and it was very exciting to him. He'd touched a few tits before, but never had a girl allowed him to go this far. Hot excitement rushed over him as he thought that possibly, with some luck, he might get fucked tonight. This surprising little chick seemed ready for anything.

Kitty slumped back against the seat as Jim noisily sucked her nipple. The fantastic sensations continued, burning waves of pleasure racing from her nipple to her cunt, making her panties wet with her juices, making her tremble and sigh. Everything he did felt so good. She wanted it to go on all night.

She was expected home by ten-thirty, but in her excitement Kitty lost track of the time. She put her hands on Jim's strong shoulders and began to caress him, while he popped his hot mouth off her left nipple and began sucking the right one. Kitty was fascinated to see that the left nipple was taut and erect now, the right still soft-but as Jim began hotly sucking it, it also sprang up stiff and pointed. Her virgin cunt spat out another steamy river of cream, and Kitty found herself wriggling uncontrollably, her slim hips moving back and forth in a horny fucking motion. She'd heard the word "horny" before, but she didn't know really what it meant, didn't connect it with this hot impatient squirming. She only knew that she was having fun, that at last she was beginning to understand why people got so excited about sex.

"Let's lie down," said Jim breathlessly. "I mean, let's get more comfortable."

Kitty thought that was a good idea, and just to be more comfortable she also pulled her shirt off over her head before lying back. No sense in wrinkling her shirt, and besides, it kept sliding down and interfering with Jim's delicious sucking of her tits. Jim gawked as she got rid of the garment, but as she slid down onto the seat of the car, he followed eagerly. Wedging himself up close beside her, he began to caress her feverishly, running his hands up and down her ripe young body. Kitty liked that, and she didn't protest when at last he placed a sweaty eager hand on her knee and began moving it up under her skirt. She knew that "nice" girls didn't permit this, either. She'd heard other girls at school saying with great indignation that their dates had tried to feel under their skirts. Kitty decided that nice girls simply didn't have any fun.

Jim's hand moved slowly and cautiously-he'd been slapped for this particular maneuver more than once-but to his relief, Kitty made no move to stop him, didn't protest. She just lay there, sighing and trembling a little, and let him do it. Her skin was wonderfully soft and warm, and as Jim inched his hand slowly up her thighs the flesh grew even hotter. Kitty ached with anticipation. How would it feel when he touched her "there"? "There" was the place her mother had told her never to touch, because it was "evil" and "dirty". But that was silly. She had to touch it to wash it, and it wasn't dirty, because she kept herself very clean there. But that moist shadowy place was somehow connected with sex, and no doubt that was what made her mother uptight. Her mother was very uptight about sex, boys, and anything having to do with the body. Poor Mother....

Kitty's thoughts scattered as she felt Jim's hot sweaty hand approaching the moist crotch of her panties. He sighed deeply and then made a bold move, placing his palm directly on her cuntal mound. Through the thin material of her panties he could feel the springy texture of the hair, the moist heat of her cunt. Kitty still said nothing, and so he dared the ultimate, inching his finger under her skimpy panties and contacting the delicate moist fur of her cuntal bush.

Still no protest. Surely this chick was giving him permission to go all the way. Jim boldly seized the waistband of her panties and began tugging the garment down. To his delight, Kitty assisted by raising her cute little ass so he could slip her panties off. Clumsily he tugged them all the way down, over her feet, and dropped them on the floor of the car. His cock was very hard by now, weeping a steady stream of juice.

Shivering with horny excitement, he again placed his hand on her fluffy cuntal patch and began to play with it. It was the first time he'd ever been allowed to explore between a girl's legs, and he didn't know exactly what to do, so he began to experiment. Just kneading and pressing her furry little cuntal bush didn't seem to excite her, so he explored around with his fingers and finally discovered plump furry lips that parted. He wriggled a finger between them and touched a tiny wet shaft of flesh. He fingered it curiously, and as he did so, Kitty gasped with pleasure, and he felt a hot burst of wetness around his finger.

"Ohhhh," she sighed, "that feels good!"

Neither Jim nor Kitty knew that the tiny button of flesh was her clitoris and that it was the most sensitive spot on a woman's body. They knew only that touching it gave Kitty great pleasure. Jim went on rubbing the little bud, and Kitty squealed and her cunt creamed and she moved her hips helplessly in a horny fucking motion. She'd heard that sex was fun, but she'd never imagined this sharp keen pleasure. Her little cunt creamed furiously, scaldingly, onto Jim's busy hand, and she felt a red-hot impatience in her virgin pussy. Yet she didn't know what she was impatient for. She only knew that the longer Jim played with her clit, the hotter her body became, and more juice gushed from her funny little hole.

Along with her hot excitement came the urge to touch Jim, to explore his body. She ran her hands feverishly down his hard young frame till she encountered something surprising and mysterious. At the fly of his jeans there was a big hard bulge, something long and sausage-shaped. She rubbed it, and it seemed to move with a life of its own, twitching and squirming.

"What's this?" she asked innocently.

"That's my cock!" Jim laughed.

Kitty remembered Martha's little lecture on "balling". The cock was what went into a girl's pussy. She was delighted to have found it. She just hadn't expected it to be so big and hard. "Can I look at it?" she said eagerly.

Again Jim laughed with delight and disbelief. "Sure," he said. "Play with it if you want."

Kitty eagerly seized his zipper and began tugging it open. It seemed as if all her life she'd been curious about cocks-their size, shape, and general appearance. She remembered once, years ago, when friends were visiting her parentis and had brought their baby boy along. The woman was changing the baby's diapers, and Kitty, a naturally curious six-year-old, had hurried over to watch. At that time she hadn't even known there was a difference between girls and boys, but she quickly found out when she saw that this boy baby had a funny little finger of flesh between his legs. She was gawking at it when her mother came into the room, gasped, and dragged her away. Her mother took her to her room and spanked her very hard. Kitty didn't understand why she'd been spanked, and her mother only explained that she'd done something "very bad". Well, she wished her mother could see her now.

She finally got Jim's pants unzipped, and she reached eagerly inside for his cock. She found an enormous wiener-shaped organ that was very hot and hard and long. Jim shivered with pleasure as she eased his cock out of his jeans for a good inspection. Martha had been right-it was ugly. But not ugly in a putting-off way. Rather, it was ugly-funny. It stood up straight and stiff in Kitty's little hand, and the circumcised head was dark red in contrast to the pale shaft. Right at the tip there was a little dark slit, and from this opening pearly little bubbles of juice were coming.

Kitty began to pet and explore his stiff-standing cock, and she found the flesh very warm and silky, pleasant to touch. Jim more than enjoyed her eager petting-for a second he got so excited that he almost came. But he steeled himself to hold off. There was a good chance that he might get his first fuck tonight, and he didn't want to blow it. He distracted himself by exploring further between

Kitty's legs.

There was that funny little shaft of flesh which had grown stiff and wet from his rubbing. He moved on from there and encountered a confusing area of convoluted flesh, plump wet folds that felt steamy hot to his fingers. He began to poke around there, and suddenly his finger glided, as if on a natural path, into a very narrow juicy hole. It was so tiny that he could hardly get his finger into it, and as he gingerly inched his way upward, Kitty squealed and wriggled, and a steamy flood of cunt-juice soaked his hand.

"Ooooo!" she shrieked. "That feels nice!"

Jim realized belatedly that this must be her cunt, the place he'd be putting his cock-if he was lucky. He explored it with intensified interest, easing his finger inside as far as he could, finding the narrow passage wet and hot and silky. He could imagine how great it would feel to sink his achingly stiff prick into that deliciously clinging little hole. Kitty squirmed and whimpered and creamed furiously around his probing finger. In her excitement, she speeded up her hot rubbing of his erect cock, and again Jim almost shot his load. Christ, if he was going to fuck her, he'd better get on with it ... He was more than ready, and he figured Kitty was as ready as she'd ever be. He pushed her skirt up over her belly and gazed longingly for a moment at the sweet little golden puff of her cunt. Then he gasped, "Just a sec, let me get my pants off."

Kitty thought that was a good idea-she could see him better then-so she waited calmly while Jim shucked his clothes. He was wearing only jeans and a T'Shirt, so it didn't take long. As he removed his pants, Kitty stared with undisguised curiosity at his crotch. Besides his long stiff-standing cock, which she'd already seen, there was a fat sac of rosy flesh, lightly covered with dark hair, just below the root of his cock. She reached out to touch it, and Jim gasped and trembled. It was hot, very hot, and the silky flesh slid loosely over a hard inner core.

"What's this?" said Kitty.

"That's my balls!" gasped Jim. Damn it, it was fun having the chick play with him like that, but it was threatening to make him come, too. He didn't want to rush her or make her angry, so he held still for her eager exploration, but it was hard as hell not to shoot his load right in her pretty little face.

Kitty cupped and gently squeezed his hot nut bags, wondering what they were for. She eased her hand farther back between his legs and found a flat empty space where a girl's cunt-hole would be. Moving farther back she touched the bumpy little mouth of his asshole, which was just like hers. Mischievously she tickled him there, and Jim gasped loudly.

"Hey, baby," he said breathlessly, "I dig that, but you better stop. I don't wanta come yet."

Come? Kitty didn't know what it meant. She didn't want to show her ignorance, however, so she only nodded wisely and withdrew her hand. Jim took a deep breath, then slid his arms around her and gently pushed her down on her back. Kitty went willingly, anticipating more enjoyable play, and when Jim clumsily crawled on top of her, she remembered Martha's words: "The guy just lies on you and puts his cock in you, and then you fuck...." Kitty boiled with excitement. They were actually going to do it!

"Jim," she said eagerly, "are we going to fuck now?" She felt him start with surprise, felt the sweat breaking out on his body.

"Well, uh, yeah," he stammered, "if that's okay with you."

"Oh, yes!" Kitty said eagerly. "I'm just dying to find out what it's like."

Jim couldn't believe it. Kitty Wiley, the most prim and proper and carefully guarded girl in town, was actually asking him to fuck her. It blew his mind. He had a crazy urge to laugh, but an even stronger urge possessed him-and that was to jam his achingly stiff cock into her before she changed her mind. "Okay, Kitty," he said unsteadily, "we'll fuck. Just relax and let me get it in...."

Kitty understood that much. He had to work that big cock of his into her cunt. Patiently she held still and limp, spreading her legs wide for him, while Jim panted and sweated and clumsily tried to get his cock into position for his very first fuck. He couldn't find the hole, and he wriggled with impatience. The sensitive drooling head of his prick nosed and slid all around in her mushy hot cuntlips, but he couldn't seem to find the right place. At last, however, he felt the fat hot head of his cock sliding into the tight narrow mouth of her cunt, and she made a purring sound and slipped her arms around him. He was there, or almost. All he had to do was push.

Jim was just lifting his hips to prepare for a strong thrust into her cunt, when a flashlight shined suddenly into the car. The two teenagers yelped and leaped apart, and then someone was wrenching open the driver's door. Kitty looked up and saw her father's contorted face. He grabbed Jim and yanked him naked out of the car and began hitting him with the flashlight. Kitty leaped after them, seized her father around the waist, and pulled him away from the stunned boy. "Daddy, NO!" she screamed. "Stop! You'll kill him!"

"I'd like to!" hissed Homer Wiley. "God help me, I'd like to." He shook himself free of Kitty's arms and stood there with his back to her, his narrow shoulders heaving and shaking. "Get dressed," he said. "You're going home with me. Needless to say, you're never to speak to this boy again."

Kitty and Jim dressed quickly, casting each other mournful glances. It all figured: they'd been careless about the time, and Mr. Wiley had come looking for them at the popular local necking spot. But what a hell of a time to get interrupted! Just when they'd been about to fuck. Kitty vowed passionately to herself that she'd see Jim again, and that this time no one would stop them.

But her parents thwarted that plan. When they got home, Mr. Wiley marched her into the front room where her mother sat pale and tense. He said, "It was as we suspected, Agnes. I got there just in time."

"Oh, dear Lord," said Agnes Wiley, burying her face in her hands. "How could you, Katherine? How could you be so evil?"

"What's evil about making love?" Kitty said angrily. "Why are you two so uptight about it? You always call it 'dirty' and 'wicked', but it's the most wonderful thing in the world. It's a perfectly natural-"

Her father hit her hard across the face. "That's enough of that filthy talk!" he screamed. "I don't know where we've gone wrong, but you're hopelessly depraved, Katherine. You have no morality that I can detect."

"You're no daughter of mine," said Agnes stiffly. "I don't want a shameless slut in my house. I don't want to be disgraced in front of the whole town." She looked at her husband. "Homer, we must send her away. At least for the summer, we must send her where she can't get into trouble. I think she should go to my sister Dora."

"An excellent idea," said Homer.

"Oh, NO!" shrieked Kitty. "Not Aunt Dora!"

"Oh, yes," her father said. "It's the perfect place. I'm glad to see you don't like the idea, because that means it'll do you good. Dora will see that you attend church regularly, that you pray every day, and that you don't meet any boys. Your mother and I don't have the time, since we have to work at the store, but Dora will be with you twenty-four hours a day."

"I know," Kitty said dismally. It had been many years since she'd seen Aunt Dora, who lived far away on a West Coast farm, but she vividly remembered her fat, humorless, religious-fanatic aunt-not to mention her little brat of a son, Kent, who used to tease and bully Kitty unmercifully. She wished she could die and go to Hell-it had to be more pleasant than living with Aunt Dora. "Please, Mother-Daddy-please," she sobbed, "I'll do anything, but don't send me away."

"No arguments," said Homer Wiley, setting his thin face in a stubborn frown. "You go-and you go tomorrow. We won't have any whores in our house."

"Amen," said Agnes.