Chapter 6
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 the 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.