Chapter 7

Kitty Robbins and Bev Cantrell both worked part time a couple of days a week at the Ebersburg Five-And-Dime store as counter clerks. The two had become warm, easygoing friends and because Kitty was such a shy, retiring girl, despite her prettiness, she had no really close friends of her own age and considered Bev her "best friend." She liked Bev's sense of humor and for some reason wasn't offended by her sometimes rough and salty way of talking.

Part of Kitty's shyness, lack of self-confidence, stemmed from the fact that she had been a "late bloomer," physically. She arrived at the state of puberty rather later than most girls. Her awkward, between-little-girl-and-big-girl stage lasted, what seemed to her, forever. She was gangly and awkward from twelve right up to the age of fifteen, when she suddenly flowered. Because of this; boys shunned her and other girls her age acted superior and disparaging because they had boobies and hair around their thing and she didn't.

Then it all seemed to happen at once. At fifteen, within a couple of months, Kitty menstruated for the first time and a rather sparse growth of tiny blonde ringlets appeared on her mound and the flesh around her nipples began to swell and then the nipples themselves, until to her amazement she developed two rather spectacular-looking, pear-shaped breasts. The rest of her small body filled out accordingly. Kitty was so overwhelmed by this sudden and spectacular physical change that she could hardly believe it.

In some ways the suddenness of it was just as embarrassing as her long-term state of scrawniness. She had difficulty adjusting to the sudden hot-eyed interest of boys and men and the gawkish grappling for her breasts that occurred the couple of times she tried dating. The awkwardness of boys her own age frightened her and she started turning down dates. Soon there were no more offers. There were plenty of other girls who didn't mind clumsy hands digging inside their bras or up between their legs.

Now, at sixteen, all of Kitty's girlish, romantic, and even sexual yearnings were focused upon Tommy Farr. She would gladly have given her right arm for a date with him. Yet for some reason she couldn't comprehend, although he was always friendly and nice to her and sometimes gave her the impression that he "liked" her. he never asked her to go out with him.

Once, when Kitty mentioned this problem to Bev, the older woman told her quite frankly, "Honey, Tommy Farr might not be too much older than you but he's much more mature, more mature than most young guys his age and even a lot of older men. Sexually, I mean. I know for a fact that he screws a lot of the young housewives at the places he works and I've heard that he's a real good stud. I guess probably he figures if he went out with you all you'd let him do would be to hold your hand and maybe kiss you a few times. Once a guy has had a lot of good nookie, that's not enough for him anymore. He's just not interested in inexperienced young girls."

Kitty was a little stunned and hurt by that frank explanation but as the months went by she more and more realized the truth of it. But what was the solution? How did she get to be experienced? She certainly didn't even want any other young guy feeling her breasts or between her legs. The very idea of it made her frightened, made her blush with embarrassment but when she thought of Tommy doing that to her, it got her terribly excited and made the little crease in her plump young cunny get all moist and it made her nipples so hard they felt as though they might burst.

At times when she thought about Tommy's hands doing these intimate things to her. she would get so hot that she would have to use her finger when she was alone in her bed, gently probing, rubbing up and down the dewy crevice, then rubbing the little collar button of a clitoris that leaped wetly erect at the top of it. When she did this the feelings were glorious, as she pretended it was Tommy's finger doing that to her and they got better and better until she couldn't stand it hardly and knew she would have to cry out and bump up and down on the bed in her wild excitement and then she would have to stop because, of course, she couldn't do that without arousing the suspicion of her widowed mother with whom she lived. So, though she had a number of times been on the verge, Kitty Robbins had never experienced actual climax.

So it was that when Dirk Smithers ordered Bev, under threat of terrible physical punishment if she didn't obey him, to seduce little Kitty Robbins, Bev decided to use Kitty's hot pants urge for Tommy.

She told the younger girl that she knew Tommy would like to go out with her and she could fix it up for Kitty any time she wanted to but that before that she had to make sure that Kitty wouldn't make a fool of herself and turn Tommy off as far as she was concerned, forever.

"Oh, Bev!" Kitty said ecstatically. "I-I'll do anything. What can I do, to prove that I-I won't mind what Tommy does to me?"

"Well, for one thing," Bev told her. "I think you need some lessons in sex education. I can, well, tell you what to expect and how to react and all that. Okay?"

"Of course. When, can we do it?"

They made a date for the next afternoon and they were to meet in an empty furnished apartment in Bev's building, for which she had the keys so that she could try to rent the place while the manager was away for a few days.

At first Bev had been appalled by what Dirk Smithers wanted her to do to the young girl while he secretly watched. But then she slowly began to get excited by the notion. It might really be kicks; the kid was so beautiful and young and juicy and innocent. And it certainly wouldn't hurt her any. It would certainly be better for her than to be practically raped by some overanxious oaf of a teenager. Bev had not had a homosexual experience since she was thirteen and spent the summer at a girls' camp. She hadn't really thought about it much since then but now she remembered those experiences and how wickedly thrilling they had been at the time and she decided that it could very well be that way again.

Kitty, of course, hadn't the slightest idea of what was going to happen. She just thought that Bev was going to explain to her a lot of sophisticated things about sex, tell her what to expect on a date with a very experienced young man like

Tommy Farr and how she should react and that would be about all to it.

She showed up at the empty furnished apartment, wearing a pullover sweater that beautifully outlined the thrust of her brassiered breasts, a miniskirt that barely covered her crotch, tight little silken panties and a pair of calf-high boots.

When Bev let her in, she said, giggling nervously, "Okay, Bev, here I am. Let's begin the sex lessons."

"Okay, hon," Bev told her. "Let's go to the bedroom."

"The-the bedroom?"

Bev laughed easily. "Where else? That's where most sexual experiences happen. We might as well be in the right atmosphere."

"I-I suppose so," Kitty said, hesitantly.

She followed the older woman into a small, cheaply furnished bedroom where Bev Cantrell immediately began unbuttoning the front of her summer print dress.

"What-what in the world are you doing?" Kitty gasped.

"Getting undressed, dear. You see I'm quite a good masseuse and the first thing that has to be done with you is to see to it that you're fully relaxed. The best way to achieve that is with a good massage. Come on, you have to take your clothes off, too. Don't mind my being naked. Massaging is hard work and all the freedom of movement possible makes it much easier for me to do a good job."

Bev was not wearing anything under her dress and when she shrugged it off, Kitty stared at her, blushing. She'd seen other females nude but that was in the gym shower room at school. This was so much different-being in a bedroom alone, with this mature woman.

"I-I don't know," Kitty said, nervously. "I-I am already relaxed."

Bev laughed. "Oh, you sound like it, all right. You're as tense as a coiled spring." She stepped toward Kitty. "Come on. I'll help you. Once you've got all your clothes off and I start to massage, you'll forget all about being nude. It'll seem like the most natural thing in the world."

With that, Bev started to raise up the bottom of Kitty's sweater. "Okay, up with your arms so I can get this off."

Hesitantly, Kitty obeyed and Bev whisked the sweater up and over her head. Then quickly, she stepped behind her and unsnapped her bra.

"Oooooh!" wailed Kitty. "Do I have to take that off, too?"

"Of course, silly," Bev told her, smiling. "What's the difference? We're both girls."

"I-I suppose," Kitty murmured as she felt her bra being completely removed and the air striking her bared breasts. She felt her nipples rise up, perky and hard. They were coral colored and leaped like little rosy spikes from the plump, slightly darker areolas surrounding each one. Her breasts stuck straight out from high on her chest, shaped like succulent pears, slightly uptilted.

From where he was peeking in the dark of a closet, with the door slightly opened, Dirk Smithers could hardly restrain himself when he saw the young girl's lovely breasts. Oh, man, he thought to himself, look at that set of tits, will you? Just about the best I've ever seen! Oh, man, I could probably come, just sucking on those beauties.

Then he heard Bev say, "Oh, my, honey but you do have gorgeous boobies. Tommy will just love them, I'm sure."

"You-you think so?"

"He'd have to be made of stone not to. First thing he'll probably want to do is play with these pretty things a little."

Bev reached out and gently cupped both jutting cones of girl flesh, wondering at the solid firmness of them. Her thumbs brushed against the stiffened nipples as Kitty gasped in some dismay.

"What are you doing?" she demanded.

"Just demonstrating what Tommy is going to want to do and at the same time acquaint you with the various female erogenous zones, as the sex manuals call them. Doesn't this feel nice, Kitty?" She tenderly pinched each salmon-colored, tumescent nipple, tweaking them between her fingers.

"I-I guess so," Kitty said, trembling. "But it also makes me feel kind of-of funny. Say, listen," she said, suddenly horrified. "You-you're not a-a lesbian or something, are you?" Immediately she was sorry she said it. It was a terrible thing to say and from what she'd heard about Bev Cantrell and men, an utterly ridiculous idea.

But Bev didn't seem to get mad. She just laughed and said, "Of course not, dear. I love men and the more the merrier, but even the most feminine of women sometimes admire another one's body and get pleasure from it. But I see you're more nervous than ever, so we'd better get on with the massage."

She took her hands from Bev's breasts and reached down to hook her thumbs into the waist of the younger girl's panties and peeled them down over her hips, pushed them whisperingly down her white, shapely thighs and then let them fall to her ankles. Kitty daintily stepped out of them.

"Now go lie down on the bed on your belly," Bev told her. As the younger girl complied, Bev picked up her purse and extracted a seven-inch long electric hand massager. It was round and had a bullet-shaped tip on one end.

Watching, Kitty said, "What's that?"

"A battery-powered massager. It'll really make you feel good."

Kitty was now sprawled out on the bed, face down. The faintly downy crease along her spinal column was like an exclamation point calling attention to the high rising, soccer-ball roundness of the cheeks of her behind.

Watching from the closet, Dirk Smithers felt his penis rising hard as a length of hot lead pipe inside his breeches at the sight of the naked, nubile young girl sprawled like that on the bed. Oh, look at that, he told himself, that fat little ass is just made for back-scuttling! He could almost feel how good those rosy round young globes would be against his belly.

Now Bev was kneeling on the bed beside Kitty, running the faintly burring vibrator up and down her spine and over her shoulder blades. Then she moved it down, let its warm, smooth vibrations be felt over both of Kitty's high round buttocks and along the deep crack in between them. When she gently ran the round hard thing along there, she watched Kitty's ass cheeks tighten, heard her give a small gasp and knew that she was sexually enjoying the sensation.

Suddenly she forced the bullet-shaped end of the instrument down in between Kitty's lovely thighs, ran it right down in tightly against her vagina, and let it vibrate there as Kitty squirmed and squealed, "No, no! Not down there! It-it feels funny!"

Firmly Bev placed a hand in the hollow of Kitty's spine and held her down while she gently worked the vibrator against her pussy.

"Easy, baby," Bev told her. "This won't hurt you. It'll just give you a good feeling, get you nice and hot. You've got to get used to being sexually stimulated, you know, so that when Tommy plays with you, you'll know what it's all about."

Still squirming but now with a delicious feeling flooding her sex organs at the feel of the hard, round vibrator tingling against her moistening slot, Kitty protested, "Yes, but he won't use something like that, will he?"

"Probably not," Bev admitted. "I guess he'll use his finger at first to get that sweet thing of yours all nice and juicy and then, of course, he'll use that big, hot stiff cock of his."

Visualizing in her mind how much better Tommy's thing would be than the vibrator, Kitty wriggled in even greater pleasure. When Bev seemed to be about to withdraw the instrument, Kitty instinctively tightened her legs together, to prevent it. She wanted that nice, warm, round, hard tingly thing up there again at her most sensitive part, just a little longer.

A moment later, though, Bev suddenly withdrew the thing and quickly ran her hand down between Kitty's plump white thighs, instead. "Mmmm, let's see if it worked right and made you all nice and wet down here!"

Again Kitty clenched her thighs, this time imprisoning Bev's hand and the fingers expertly stroking her now pearling quim.

"Ah, yes!" Bev said, her own sexual excitement rising fast at the feel of the warm, smooth, honeyed and virginal cunt being probed by her fingers. "Oh, that's good, dear! Just relax and enjoy it and pretend it's Tommy's nice fingers. Oh, it's getting juicier and juicier. Oh, Tommy will love that. All men love to know how hot they're getting a girl."

Inside the closet, Dirk Smithers was almost be-ide himself with lust. His own hand was clamped lightly over the big, hot, throbbing ridge in his ants as he watched, thinking, Dammit, Bev, hurry p and get down on her, will you? I can't wait much longer. If I don't get sucked and fucked soon, I'm going to blow my lump right in my pants.

As though reading his mind, Bev listened to Kitty's moaning and cooing in response to the delightfully expert fingering she was getting and knew that the younger girl was now so aroused that Bev could take further liberties with her.

She gently rolled Kitty over onto her back and now her diddling finger worked from the front, up and down the partially opened pinkness of the younger girl's sweet groove, just barely giving her clitty a teasing touch on the upstroke. At the same time she used the electric massager on Kitty's beautiful upthrust breasts, tickling the tender pink points of them, making them even longer and stiffer.

Kitty by now knew only that she was enjoying the most ecstatic sensations she'd ever known. She could no longer keep completely still and her hips jerked spasmodically and small mewling sounds of excitement came from her partly opened mouth.

Slowly, Bev worked the massager down from Kitty's breasts, across her white little tummy, and then over the sparsely hair-covered bulge of her mound. With her fingers, she forced open the top of Kitty's throbbing pussy, exposing the oily, erect little pink bud of her clitoris and gently rubbed it with the vibrating instrument.

Immediately Kitty let out a high, keening whine of lustful pleasure. Her own finger against her prong had felt good but nothing like this madly vibrating thing. It sent wild waves of sexual pleasure quivering all through her and now she wantonly humped her hips against that hard, round titillating thing that was driving her so crazy.

"Oh, Bev! Bev! Bev! Bev!" she cried out.

While she was in the throes of approaching orgasm, Bev reached down with her free hand and spread the girl's naked white thighs as wide as possible. Her own cunt lips were now wet and swollen with need as she gaped at the feminine treasure she'd completely exposed to her own lascivious gaze. She had never seen anything quite like it. There was no pubic hair growing between the young girl's legs. Her vulva was like a ripe peach, slightly split open, revealing a glimpse of the tender pink meat inside of it. The sides of it were plump and smooth.

"Oh, Kitty!" Bev moaned. "Oh, what a lovely, adorable little pussy you have. I just love it."

With that, while she continued to torture the twanging little tab of Kitty's clitoris with light rubbings of the massager, she took the middle finger of her other hand, ran it down the girl's creaming bun, until it located the small tight opening of her vagina. Slowly, she inserted the tip of her finger to make sure there was no obstruction and then eased it all the way in, enjoying the way the tight, soupy, girlish hole clung to her frigging finger.

Kitty was now in a delirium of sexual delight. Her behind bounced madly up and down on the bed, in rhythm to Bev's digital frigging and the teasing of her thoroughly aroused little love button. Soon, she called out, "OH! OHHHHH! Bev, you-you'd better stop! I-I can't stand any more! It's too good! It's too MMMUUUCCCHHHHH!

AH! OHHHHH! I think I'm going crazy. Watch out! I THINK I-I'M GOING TO PEEEEE!"

Bev knew then that the girl's first wild come was about to start and that once it started, nothing could stop it. Quickly, she tossed away the vibrator, withdrew her finger from Kitty's drooling hole and buried her whole face in that hot, desirable crotch. Her tongue slithered up and down the sopping crease, licking and swabbing and then danced madly over and all around her tiny female hard-on, just as Kitty's raging climax reached its peak. The young girl was now bucking and writhing so much that Bev was hard put to keep her mouth applied to the right place.

At that moment, his face distorted with animal lust, Dirk Smithers rushed from his dark hiding place in the closet, yanking open his belt and unzipping his fly and pulling down his trousers, as he moved. He stood beside the bed, his big red and blunt-headed pego bobbing up and down, veins straining at the sides of it and watched Bev feverishly gobbling up Kitty's sweet, streaming juices, as the girl continued to come.

Kitty's head was thrown way back, her long blonde hair strewn about like poured honey, her eyes closed, a vein standing in her neck, as she keened her pleasure. She wasn't even aware of what was happening as Dirk reached down and with both hands massaged her upthrust tits, rotating the pebble-hard tips in his hands and then tugging at them with thumb and forefinger. Next he removed one hand and picked up the girl's. He moved it toward his stiff standing rammer and clamped her fingers around it. Eagerly she clasped it and began rubbing up and down the thick, hot, turgid length of it.

Then as Bev slowly moved her moisture-covered mouth from Kitty's steaming crotch, the girl's climax subsided somewhat and she slowly came back down to earth. She opened her eyes and glanced around in surprise now at the strangely pleasant sensation of the hard, feverishly hot thing she was holding in her hand.

When she saw what it was, she couldn't believe her eyes. She stared at the fat, smooth, reddish crown and the big bush of hair from which this monster protruded and then at the fat pouch of balls that hung below it. Oh, no, she told herself, it can't be! Oh! oh, but it was! A MAN'S BIG, HARD THING!

She glanced up then, into the lust-twisted face of Dirk Smithers, smiling evilly down at her as he continued to squeeze and knead her big, pouting boobs.

Her hand dropped away from his penis and she cried out, "Oh! Oh, Mr. Smithers! I-oh, this is terrible! What-what are you doing here?"

"What do you think?" he sneered. "I'm watching you get sucked off and loving every second of it. Watching you come like a bitch in heat."

She struggled to arise. "Let-let me out of here! I-I've been tricked! Oh, this is awful!"

Roughly,' Dirk shoved her back down again. "You didn't think it was so awful a few moments ago. You sounded like a damned banshee when you were creaming in Bev's mouth. And you seemed to like the feel of my cock pretty good, too. So take hold of it again while Bev eats some more of that hot young snatch of yours."

The harshness of his gutter language shocked and humiliated poor Kitty. She didn't know what to say, what to do.

"Do as I tell you!" Dirk Smithers thundered. "Or would you like me to tell your mother about this; how you like Bev going down on you?"

"Oh, no, please don't!" Kitty begged, tears starting in her eyes, her full lower lip quivering.

"Then, God damn it. do as you're told. Lie back and relax and take my prick in your hand again. Bev, get your hungry mouth down on that sweet little pussy again. Give her another good come!"

Obediently, Bev lowered her mouth to the girl's wet crotch. This time, to start with, she managed to take the whole peach-like, smooth quim into her mouth and sucked it while she furiously ran her tongue up and down the welcoming, opened slit.

As she did this, Dirk once again took Kitty's small hand and put it on his raging hard cock. "Play with that big thing, baby! Give it a little workout before you take it in your pretty mouth!"

Kitty was almost sure she hadn't heard right. That couldn't have been what he really said. He couldn't possibly want her to put that big, wagging, ugly thing in her mouth! And then once more her hand encircled it and her fingers sampled the hot, sticky-skinned feel of it, a sensation like no other, the way the skin slips back and forth over the hot, hard gristle beneath it.

Once more, the things Bev's mouth were doing to her now highly sensitized little love flower became too much. She forgot about everything else, he stopped thinking. She could only react. As the older woman's long, wet, expert tongue slithered d snaked up and down between the undeveloped outer lips of her cunt, then probed at the pinkish inner morsels, flogging the protruding, penis-like clitty at the top, Kitty once again began the slow limb toward the mountain peaks of utter, wildly abandoned ecstasy.

As this gradually happened, Kitty found that she more and more enjoyed the burning hot sensation of Dirk Smither's long, thick, club-like cock in her hand. She began to frig it enthusiastically, working the whole length of it up and down in her fist and every once in a while, pausing to cup the fat, smoothness of the glans in the palm of her little hand.

"Ooooh! Mmmmmm! That's it, baby!" Dirk encouraged. "Jerk off my big cock while I watch you get your luscious pussy eaten!"

Then, as her fingers flew up and down his pulsating prick with even greater speed, Dirk suddenly yanked away, his elongated, hard penis jumping spastically. "Hey, that was almost too much!" he said. "Damn if you didn't nearly get me off with your hand. But we don't want to waste a good load of come now, do we?"

He waited a moment until he once again had control and then moved closer to Kitty's wildly rolling head as she was about to give Bev's vacuuming mouth another flow of nectar. When his big, wagging peter was right over Kitty's face, he took it in his hand, bent it down and placed the swollen head of it between the girl's moist, sweetly parted lips. With a grunt, he pushed and felt the rubbery bulk of it cram into Kitty's surprised mouth.

Half out of her mind with the lustful pleasure from Bev's mouth that seemed to be consuming her whole vibrating young body, Kitty was only aware that her own mouth was now full of what seemed to be a great fleshy lollipop. There was a strange but not unpleasant flavor to it. Instinctively, her tongue began to explore the hot, smooth, fat bulb of flesh, running around the ridge at the base of it, dipping into the little come-hole on top of it, and began to suck with real enthusiasm. Dirk took her hand and placed it on his bulging scrotum, crying out his pleasure as her small, warm fingers gently toyed with the hard, round balls encased there.

"Oh, beautiful, girl!" he encouraged her. "Oh, your mouth is better than any cunt! Suck it! Gobble it up, baby! Eat that nice big prick!"

Now his obscene words, instead of shocking Kitty, added even more to the sexual excitement flowing up from her tongue-ravished wound. She humped faster and faster against Bev's slurping mouth, sucked harder and harder on Dirk Smither's bloated tool. Until finally he yanked it suddenly from her mouth with a popping sound like a cork springing from a bottle.

"Damn, if you didn't nearly do it again!" he told her. "I'd love to come in that pretty mouth of yours but I'd like to do some screwing first."

He said then to Bev, "Bev, switch around here, get your ass up this way and straddle Kitty's face. While you keep on sucking her, I'm going to hump you good, right up close to her face where she can see all the action."

Without taking her mouth from the younger girl's streaming channel, Bev moved around as she'd been instructed. Looking up, Kitty was startled to see the older woman's wet and swollen cunny, about a foot above her face. She thought, Oh, wow, it's not like mine at all. Look at all the hair around it! It looks like a mouth, with big fat wet lips pouted out!

As Bev's wildly swabbing tongue started Kitty on yet another come, the girl looked up and saw Dirk Smithers' great, randy cock rubbing along Bev's wet labia. It was pushing and probing as though trying to find an entranceway. Then suddenly, the big bullet-shaped head of it found the hole and began to cram its way in.

Oh, golly! Kitty thought. He-he's going to do it to her. He's going to out it in! And I-I'm going to see everything!

She watched the bleating, fat red crown of his ramrod that only a few minutes ago she had cupped enthusiastically in her hand and then had rolled around with her tongue, in her mouth, suddenly disappear as Bev's eager crevice sucked it in. Kitty watched it sink in deeper, disappear inch by fat, vein-bulging inch, into the wet, sucking maw of Bev's randy cunt. Then she watched it draw out, slick with Bev's free-flowing juices, all the way to the lip around the base of the head and then savagely ram all the way in again.

And all the time, Bev's hungry mouth was suctioning her own tortured pussy, tongue-reaming it, tongue-tippling the throbbing little prong at the top, causing her to go into one long, ass-bumping, quivering, soul-wracking come after another.

Several times she thought she would faint from the ecstasy that exploded through her whole body from head to toe, that emanated from her lustfully stimulated sex organs and flowed all over her, twanging every nerve end, so that she felt like a musical instrument being played by some mad concert maestro.

She watched Dirk's engorged cock plowing faster and faster, deeper and deeper into Bev's wetly sucking cunt. She listened to Dirk's guttural cries of lustful delight and Bev's as she snorted and moaned and groaned and then, strangely, her own voice, almost as though it was someone else's, some insanely obscene child's screaming, "Oh, yes! YES! YES! I LOVE IT! OH, IT'S SO GOOD! SOOOOO GOOOOOOD!"

Then she heard Dirk growl, "Oh, baby, I'm going to come now!"

She heard the thud of his groin against Bev's jutting behind as he pistoned in and out in rapid-fire thrusts. Without even realizing what she was doing, she reached up and captured his big, heavy, swinging bag of balls with her little hand and caressed and milked them gently, as he shot his fierce spend into Bev's tightly clamped cunt.

Kitty watched the fat white drops of jism start to ooze out around the thick shaft imprisoned by Bev's plump love lips, as Dirk filled her full. More and more of them appeared and began to drip, all over her face. On her cheeks and forehead and and chin, they drooled. Then onto her lips. She was only faintly aware that her tongue was darting out, licking and savoring the strange mixture of semen and a woman's lubricating fluid and liking it, as her whole body spasmed in one final, quaking shattering come of her own. For a few seconds, she fainted.

When she came to, Kitty watched Bev cleaning off Dirk's drooping penis. She heard Bev say, "We shouldn't have done this, Dirk. We really got the kid sexually turned on. Now she's not going to be able to live without it. Sex, I mean. She'll be an easy fuck for every guy that goes after her."

Dirk Smithers laughed. "Good! I'll be first in line. I mean, second. It's still probably too damned tight for me. I'll let Tommy break it in for me. She should be really ready for him now."

Kitty used a corner of the bedspread to wipe the partially dried drops of semen from her face, her face flaming with humiliation. Then she quickly got dressed, shaking her head sadly and softly saying, "Oh, I'm so ashamed, so ashamed! How could I have allowed something like that to happen?"

"Oh, stop worrying about it, sweetie," Bev told her. "What's done is done. And it wasn't all that bad, was it? I mean you really dug it while I lasted. And now you'll really be ready for Tommy, won't have any juvenile hang-ups or embarrassment."

Kitty didn't answer. Right then she was sure s' would never be able to look Tommy Farr in t face again. Or anybody, for that matter. She w sure that her guilt must show in her face, that s" must surely look like the wanton whore she h become.

Back home, a little later, she was surprised look in the mirror and see that she didn't reall look any different than she ever had.