Chapter 8
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.