Chapter 2
Getting off the plane in San Francisco, Kitty was tempted to make a break for it. So far she hadn't had a chance. Her father had put her on the plane, and Dora was to meet her. She didn't see Dora right away in the crowded waiting room, however, and if she was going to get away, this was her chance. But where would she go, and what would she do? How could a fifteen-year-old girl survive without money and friends in a strange part of the country?
Kitty hesitated-and was lost. She looked up and saw her Aunt Dora plowing toward her like a
Sherman tank. Dora hadn't changed at all. She was still huge. Nearly six feet tall and over two hundred pounds, she dwarfed everyone around her. People stopped to gawk at the overweight Amazon in overalls and plaid shirt who wore her jet-black hair piled in a gleaming bun that resembled a beehive covered with tar. Kitty wanted to die of embarrassment-and it became a more urgent wish when Dora spotted her.
"Oh, poor lost lamb!" Dora trilled in a piercing voice. "You have sinned! But I am here to help you find your way back to the Lord!"
She enveloped Kitty in a smothering embrace, then hauled her and her baggage out of the airport. They climbed into Dora's pickup (the back was full of crated squawking chickens which Dora had purchased in the city) and started for the remote farm where Kitty was to be a prisoner all summer.
"I'm so glad your dear parents decided to send you to me," cooed Dora. "God is the answer, and I can bring you to God."
Whoopee, thought Kitty.
The drive to the farm took three hours, and Kitty spent the whole time being miserable. Her summer was more than ruined. Not only would she be separated from Jim-from all boys, for that matter-but she'd be bored pissless. Dora had the radio tuned to some fundamentalist religious station, and during breaks she sang hymns in her ear-splitting voice. Kitty would have to listen to that for three months. All for making out with a boy. It seemed an incredibly cruel punishment.
She writhed with misery and impatience when she thought of Jim and the way he'd caressed and aroused her virginal body. It made her lonely little cunt juice and ache to think of him. But she was stuck, and all she could do was daydream till next fall when she could be back in male company again. Then, if it was the last thing she ever did, she was going to find out all about sex!
The farm was neat and tidy, a rather pretty place, and Dora's farmhand, Shep, was there to meet them. He was a rugged-faced gray-haired man of about forty, with strong teeth stained yellow from chewing tobacco. Kitty's first impression was that the dude wasn't too bright. He grinned and shuffled and nodded but didn't say very much as he hauled Kitty's bags into the house. "Nice to meetcha, ma'am," he drawled to her. Big deal.
Kitty followed listlessly after her aunt into the big farmhouse, where the smell of roasting chicken and baking bread greeted her. She wasn't hungry. She wanted to drop dead. She wanted to-
Kitty's gloomy thoughts were interrupted when the front door opened and a stunningly handsome boy walked in. He was tall, with a great tan, intelligent dark eyes, and long straight black hair. He was about sixteen, but was already developing a man's body, his shoulders broadening, his hips taut and narrow, his arms and legs Well muscled. Kitty had never seen such an attractive boy in her life. They sure didn't make them like that in Riverdale. She gawked at the boy, who stood there grinning at her, and her cunt seemed to melt. Oh, please, she thought, let him be a farmhand or something, let him live here....
"Katherine," said her Aunt Dora, "I don't think you remember my son Kent."
Cousin Kent? That obnoxious little brat who used to pull her hair and break her toys and rub dog shit on her bicycle seat? It was hard to believe. But Dora did have a son a year older than Kitty, and this had to be him. Kitty immediately forgot all her bad memories of Kent and gave him a huge smile. "Hi," she said. "You sure look different."
"So do you," said Kent. "I like the change."
In those few words Kent and Kitty expressed their strong interest in getting to know each other better-much better.
In the evening, after dinner, Kent asked his mother if he could take Kitty along while he fed the livestock.
"That's a lovely idea, Kent," said Dora in her fluty voice. "I want Kitty to learn all the farmwork so she can keep busy this summer. The Devil makes work for idle hands."
Kitty gave her aunt an innocent smile and hurried off with Kent. He strode out into the farmyard and started swilling the pigs.
"What do you do for fun around here?" said Kitty.
"Not much," Kent admitted. "The nearest town is thirty miles away, and our nearest neighbors are about a hundred and ten years old. I read, watch TV, swim in the pond, go to a movie when Mom lets me have the truck. That's about it, except for-" He stopped and blushed a little.
"Except for what?" Kitty demanded.
"Well, watching the animals," said Kent shyly.
"Big deal," said Kitty. "I bet that's a blast."
"You don't quite get what I mean," Kent grinned. "Come over to the barn and I'll show you."
Kitty followed him into the barn, and there were two enormous horses, a black stallion and a white mare. They were pacing nervously around each other.
"Just stand still and watch this," whispered
Kent.
Kitty did, and presently the stallion circled around behind the mare and mounted her. Kitty saw the horse's enormous cock, menacingly long and thick, just before it rammed deep into the quivering female. It was a quick, noisy, brutal fuck, but Kitty was totally overcome by it. She felt her own hot little cunt going wet with need, felt her body tremble just like the mare's. Glancing at Kent, she saw that the scene had had the same effect on him. He was red in the face-with lust, not embarrassment-and he was shivering a little.
"Wow," said Kitty.
"Yeah," said Kent. "Did you dig watching?" Kitty nodded vigorously.
"Good. We'll watch the other animals doing it, too. It happens a lot on the farm."
Kitty was distracted as she followed Kent around for the remainder of his chores. The scene with the horses had aroused all her budding lust, and she wanted desperately to be cradled in a boy's arms, loved, petted, touched. She thought of that interrupted scene with Jim, and she writhed with frustration. Why couldn't people be like animals, fucking whenever they felt like it, wherever they wanted? Why did people make all these silly rules about when and where to fuck, and who can fuck who? It was maddening. For instance, right now she wanted to walk over to Kent, unzip his jeans, and pull out his cock and play with it. It seemed a perfectly natural thing to do. Yet society forbade it, her conscience forbade it. Damn, damn....
"That's it," said Kent. "The animals are fed. Wanta take a walk around the farm?"
"Sure," said Kitty. Anything to be away from her nutty aunt.
It proved to be a very short walk. Kent merely led her out of sight of the farmhouse, into a little grove of trees, and then sat down. Kitty sat close beside him, wondering what was on his mind. "How did it feel to you, watching the horses?" he said.
"Strange," said Kitty. "Kinda hot. I don't know how to put it."
"Horny," said Kent, "that's how it made me feel."
"What does horny mean?" said Kitty. Kent grinned. "It means wanting to make out."
"Oh," Kitty laughed, "that's how it made me feel, too."
They looked at each other a moment longer, then fell toward each other. Kitty slipped gratefully into the hot crush of his arms, and they slumped down onto the grass, clumsily kissing each other. Finally they got it together, Kent's warm mouth fitting smoothly and hungrily over hers, Kitty thrusting her little pink tongue into his mouth, as Jim had taught her to do. She felt Kent trembling against her, growing very hot and sweaty, and she pressed her nubile little body firmly against him, showing him that anything he wanted was all right. She felt blissfully happy. The summer wasn't ruined after all. Unknown to her parents, she'd been removed from one "danger" only to find another. Cousin Kent! Who would have believed it?
Kent had never tongue-kissed before-he'd hardly kissed at all, because his mother said he was too young to date, and the only girls he ever saw were at school. He quickly got the hang of the new technique, though, and was soon thrusting his tongue deep into Kitty's steamy little mouth and throat. He, too, was blissfully happy. At sixteen he was as horny as the next boy, but he'd had no chance to do anything about it. It seemed as if he'd spent years, centuries, getting off in various unsatisfactory ways just to appease his lust temporarily-jerking off while he watched the animals fucking, jerking off while he read well-thumbed dirty books secretly circulated among the curious farm boys, jerking off in the john and the bushes and the privacy of his bed at night. That's all he ever did, just jerk off, and he was tired of it. Seeing his beautiful little cousin Kitty, finding her as horny and eager as he was, seemed like a gift from Heaven. Not that he believed all that religious crap his mother spouted. If God was up there and passing out favors, He surely wasn't going to give Kent a girl to fuck. He was definitely not that kind of God, according to Dora.
Anyhow, here he was, sixteen years old, and all he'd ever done in the way of sex was kiss two girls. He remembered both occasions vividly. Once a classmate named Nancy had contrived to meet him at the movies, and they'd held hands for four hours, till their palms were literally slithering in sweat. Outside the theater, Kent kissed her, and she slapped his face, burst into tears, and accused him of trying to "rape" her. The other time, during a recess at school, the class bad girl, Annie, had lured him into the bushes and kissed him; Kent thought it was really hot stuff till she used her tongue to thrust her huge wad of chewing gum into his mouth, roared with laughter, and fled.
He'd concluded that he'd be at least eighty before any girl let him go all the way. Girls seemed to have a prejudice against it. Except Kitty. Kitty was deliciously different. She was clinging to him ravenously, kissing him with real passion. He prayed she wasn't just a cockteaser like Annie. He was ready for the real thing, so damned ready....
At last they paused for breath, both flushed and trembling by now, and Kitty said, "Would you like to play with my tits?"
Kent thought he hadn't heard right, but on the off chance that he had, he nodded vigorously. Without a blush, Kitty unbuttoned her blouse and took it off. She was wearing a demure blue silk bra trimmed with lace, but Kent could see already that she had bigger than average tits. It seemed strange to see such plump full tits on such a small girl. He was very excited, having never seen naked tits before, and when Kitty began fumbling with the catch of her bra, he felt his young cock spring into hard and rampant life, straining in the confinement of his jeans.
"Here," he croaked, "let me do that."
Kitty smiled warmly at him, and with sweaty trembling hands Kent reached behind her and worked the hook catch of her bra. He felt the smooth warm skin of her bare back, and his hands shook even more. He began to wonder if he'd ever master the fucker, but at last he got the idea and managed to unhook it. The straps slipped down over her smooth tan shoulders, the cups fell away, and Kitty's perfectly round firm milky-white tits bounced out, the bright-pink nipples appearing to wink mischievously at him. Kent just gawked at her lovely pointed breasts. He couldn't believe his luck. At last he'd found a girl who didn't have a lot of silly notions about sex.
"Well, go ahead, Kent," she laughed. "Touch them. It's okay with me."
Kitty lay back in the grass, but her pert plump tits didn't flatten at all. They stuck straight up, topped with those cute strawberry-colored nipples, and when Kent slowly moved his trembling hands toward them, Kitty sighed with blissful anticipation. She heard Kent sigh, too, as he finally placed his shaking hands on the delicious firm mounds of her young tits. His hands were scalding hot and wet with nervous sweat, but she liked the sudden heat, the slippery caress, as the horny boy began to play with her tits.
Once he had touched her, he was bolder than Jim, running his big hands swiftly, hungrily over her quivering hot tits. He used his thumbs to rub and explore her pink nipples, and the sensation was just as she'd remembered; sharp blasts of arousal shot from her sensitive nipples right down to her hot virgin cunt. She felt a flood of steamy cream from her pussy that soaked the crotch of her panties, and she writhed in horny abandon. She'd been interrupted with Jim, but if she was lucky there'd be no interruption tonight. Her handsome cousin would show her exactly how it felt to fuck.
The same thing was on Kent's mind, and he was wondering just how far he could go. "Are you a virgin, Kitty?" he asked breathlessly as he played with her sweet firm tits.
"Yes," she sighed.
"Me, too," Kent gloomily admitted. "If there was anything I could do about it, I would, but grownups really make it hard...."
"I'm here to tell you," Kitty said indignantly. "Wait'll you hear what happened to me last week." Briefly she told him about the episode with Jim, how she'd come tantalizingly close to losing her virginity, only to have her father wreck things at the last moment.
"Shit," said Kent, "that's a bummer! That's barbaric!"
"Don't I know it," sighed Kitty. "'But maybe this summer I'll get lucky. Maybe you will, too, Kent."
The soft suggestion in her voice made him dizzy with horniness. She hadn't come right out and said she'd fuck him, but he had a happy feeling that it was possible. He didn't want to blow it, so he said nothing, only lay down beside her and began to kiss her big firm tits. As Jim had done before, Kent followed his natural instincts, which were not only to touch but to taste. He found himself running his tongue over the hot firm mounds, tasting the light salt of her horny sweat, circling her cute pink nipples with the tip of his tongue, till Kitty sighed and curled her fingers in his modishly long hair.
"Oh, I really like that," she cooed. "It feels great...."
Kent pressed his mouth to her right nipple and sucked it in. It was silky soft, and he liked the sensation of sucking on it like a greedy calf. Kitty seemed to enjoy it, too, for as he wetly tugged and sucked on the tender pink lump of flesh, she squealed and wriggled and sighed. What he didn't know was that his hot hungry sucking was arousing her virgin cunt, but Kitty knew it all too well. The faster he sucked, the more urgent became the vague ache in her untried cunt, the more heavily she creamed, till finally the crotch of her jeans was wet and steamy.
Kitty was too innocent to know what it all meant, to realize that her blossoming pussy was begging for a cock. She knew only that Kent's sucking was getting her very excited, making her want to cling closer to him, rub herself against him ... Her little soft nipple responded to his hot mouth, too, slowly going long and rigid and bumpy, becoming as stiff and erect as his aroused cock. Kent ran his hot slick tongue swiftly around the aroused nipple, and Kitty squealed with pleasure and felt another hot burst of cunt-juice seeping through her panties.
"Let me touch you," she said breathlessly.
"Touch me?" Kent said innocently. "Oh, sure. Go ahead."
He didn't know what she meant, but when her hot little hands sped to his fly, he got the idea fast. Kitty wasn't a city girl, she only came from a small town, but she sure knew a lot. Kent was surprised at how deftly she unzipped his jeans and drew out his achingly erect cock. He forgot his surprise the instant she touched him, however, for the pleasure was so great that he yelped with horny approval. Her hands ran quickly up and down his bloated hot cock, and then she curled her little fingers around the rock-hard shaft and began to pump it. Kent moaned and started to thrust himself back and forth in her hot embrace. It was a strange thing-he did exactly the same movements when he jerked off, but it felt so much better, so much more exciting, when Kitty pumped his cock.
Kitty was pretty impressed with her cousin's hard young prick. It was slightly longer and thicker than Jim's, and Kent wasn't circumcised, either. His cock ended in a cute pale wrinkled tip, in contrast to Jim's naked purple cockhead. Kitty placed her thumb and forefinger gently on the loose folded skin, rubbed it, and found that it could be slipped back to expose the dark-red swollen glans. Then he looked more like Jim-the fat head, the dark slit that oozed thick cream. As she eagerly worked back his foreskin, Kent went wild with pleasure, bucking and yelping and moaning.
"Oh, Christ," he cried, "that feels fantastic! Ahhh, yeah...."
It was Kent's helpless cries of pleasure that attracted Shep the farmhand, who was taking his usual after-dinner stroll around the farm. Shep was enjoying a Camel (Dora didn't allow smoking in the house), inhaling deeply, letting the nicotine jolt and dizzy him as he sauntered past the pig pen and barn. He slept in a little shack across the field, and he intended to go there now, get a little drunk on his hidden bottle of com whiskey, and maybe jerk off while thinking about big-titted women. He usually spent his evenings that way. It wasn't ideal, but it was good enough. Long ago he'd chosen a loner's life-herding sheep, working on remote farms-and he liked it much better than the hectic, crowded, dirty atmosphere of towns and cities. It would have been nice to have a woman in his shack, too, but you can't have everything....
Shep was musing on these things as he passed the little grove of trees and heard Kent's blissful yelps and groans. He stopped still and listened, just in time to hear the boy cry hoarsely, "Oh, Christ, that feels fantastic...."
Shep had been a professional hunter at one time, and he knew how to walk through dense underbrush in absolute silence. He employed his skill now to creep into the little grove and find out what was happening. He caught sight of the kids and crouched low in the bushes, hidden from them but preserving a good view through a gap in the leaves. He saw that sexy little blonde, Kitty, lying on the grass with her titties bare, naked to the waist. The kid, Kent, was lying beside her, yelping like a frantic calf, and she was pumping his cock in her little fist. Shep gawked, and only his innate caution kept him from swearing out loud.
He was pretty surprised. He didn't think those kids were old enough to know tricks like that. He could remember back to his own adolescence, when he seemed to be urgently horny every moment of the day, but he'd never found a girl to relieve his tension-and certainly not one as skilled and knowing as little Miss Kitty. He'd fucked a few sheep, he didn't mind admitting it, but he hadn't had a woman till he was nineteen and some older ranch hands had taken him to a whorehouse for a joke. Times certainly had changed.
As his initial surprise passed, Shep grinned happily and settled down to watch. He got a kick out of watching the kids, just as he liked to watch the animals fucking. His cock began to twitch with excitement, his balls began to swell ... He sure as hell wouldn't have minded trading places with Kent, the boss' son. That was one hot little girl, in spite of her tender age and angelically innocent-looking face. But she wouldn't want a grubby old farmer like Shep, he supposed. Yessir, you couldn't have everything-but this was plenty good enough. He watched Kitty's little hand flying faster and faster up and down Kent's pale straining young cock, and he grinned savagely. Hell, it was better than the boss-lady's color TV....
"Kent, touch me!" Kitty cried.
She kept pumping mis handsome young cock as fast as she could, for he seemed to like it, and she dug it, too. She liked the amazingly soft hard flesh, the throbbing heat of his thick cock in her palm. But her cunt was growing unbearably hot, demanding the friction of his touch.
While Kent gawked at her, not understanding just what she wanted, Kitty used her free hand to unzip her jeans and tug them down, exposing her skimpy blue bikini panties. Kent's eyes widened, then almost popped as she tugged down her panties, too. He'd never seen that part of a girl before. There was a cute little puff of fur at the base of her belly, the same golden color as her hair-but mainly he was curious to find out what lay behind and beneath that springy little forest. He didn't have long to wait. Impatient Kitty seized his big sweaty hand and thrust it between her thighs.
Kent's first impression was of scalding juices. His hand was instantly bathed and soaked with her gushing cunt-cream, and the slick wet tissues between her legs were feverishly hot and swollen. Then she let go of his hand, leaving him to explore for himself, and went back to her hungry play with his stiff creaming cock.
Kent began to feel around. He didn't recognize anything he touched. Girls were certainly different from boys. No cock, no balls, just a lot of wet folded flesh ... He couldn't make any sense of it till his finger slipped into a slick hot depression at the very center of her body. He pushed farther and felt his finger sliding into a narrow hole that was incredibly slick and hot and juicy. He was able to insert his finger all the way into this tight little velvety sheath, and as he slid it in, Kitty wailed with pleasure and pumped her slim hips. He felt the silky wet walls tightening around his finger, tugging and squeezing it, and her cunt-juice gushed around him, fiery hot and soaking in its abundance.
"Oh, yes," she panted, "yesss ... Keep doing that! Move your finger in and out...."
Kent obeyed, and Kitty seemed to go crazy with pleasure. He began to piece together the little sex education he'd had, mostly from other guys at school and from years of observing the farm animals. He understood that this squishy little hole was her cunt, and that what she dug was the cock-like movement of his finger, the swift hard in-and-out motion. Knowing this, he went at it gladly, wanting to give her as much pleasure as she was giving him. Her little hand was hot and sweaty as it pumped furiously up and down on his achingly hard cock. It felt great to him, and he could tell that she loved the swift stiff jerking of his finger in her red-hot little cunt.
Kitty more than loved it-she felt herself almost fainting with horny excitement. She knew this was how a cock must feel inside her, only bigger, and she could hardly wait to try the real thing. She loved the jerking, sawing, stuffing sensation of his stiff finger in her hungry little cunt, and she helplessly ground her creaming pussy around it, keeping perfect time with his probing. Her sweaty little fist pumped faster and faster on his handsome stiff cock, and he, too, pumped his hips helplessly, feeding his rigid meat in and out of her busy hand. She decided to stop in a moment and ask him to fuck her, but for now she wanted to enjoy their hand play a little longer. Neither Kent nor Kitty, in their young innocence, realized that they were hand-fucking each other very close to a climax.
Suddenly Kitty felt a very strange sensation which first frightened and then delighted her. With the hot friction of Kent's jerking finger in her boiling little cunt, her whole body suddenly seemed to melt and explode. She shrieked with dizzy pleasure and began jerking her hips furiously as the delicious convulsions of orgasm swept over her again and again. It was her very first come, and she didn't know what it was, except that it was unbelievably good, the deepest pleasure she'd ever known. She couldn't control her movements, and her hand tightened fiercely on Kent's wriggling hard cock, squeezing and milking it. Kent let out a yelp, and she felt some thick liquid splattering her face and arms. She glanced at his cock and saw that it was shooting a high arc of creamy stuff. Kent was flushed and convulsing, just like she was, and moaning loudly.
"What happened?" Kitty asked when their spasms had ended.
"We came," panted Kent. "At least I did. I think you did, too."
"'Came'?" said Kitty. "What's that?"
"Hard to explain," said the breathless boy. "It's just what happens when you fuck or jerk off. That's how it ends."
"WOW," said Kitty, "it was really great!" She started to tug down her jeans, which were still around her knees. "Listen, Kent, let's try the real thing. Let's fuck. I'm just dying to find out-"
They were interrupted by Dora's powerful voice, yelling from the farmhouse: "Kent! Kitty! It's bedtime!"
"Aw, shee-it!" said Kent. "We better get home. She'll come looking for us."
"Oh, damn," moaned Kitty. "Interrupted again! I HATE grownups!" But secretly she was not too displeased. There was always tomorrow, always a chance ... And she'd be alone with Kent all summer.
Shep waited till the kids left, then blissfully jacked off. He was real glad that Kitty had come to stay at the farm. He knew those horny kids wouldn't be able to keep their hands off each other, and when they got together again, he intended to be there, watching....