Chapter 5
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.