Chapter 11
The relationship between Kitty, her mother and Peter changed markedly. Kitty was the complete master of the situation now. Even Peter trembled in fear of her. He knew he was a prisoner of her will. Kitty enjoyed her new role with mixed emotions. On the one hand she enjoyed the feeling of total power she had, on the other hand she felt empty inside, as if all feeling had been drained from her. She had lost something in the battle, something she was afraid she would never be able to regain.
Perhaps Peter was right. Maybe she too was a whore, just like her mother, only she was just now beginning to realize it. No, Kitty told herself, there was a big difference between her and her mother. Her mother was a victim of her uncontrollable lusts. Kitty would not let herself be dominated by her body. She would give into her passions, but only when she had decided that it was the right thing to do.
At home, Kitty did exactly as she pleased. She treated her mother like a slave, making her bring her breakfast in bed, cleaning up the house and doing every menial task Kitty could think of. Kitty almost felt sorry for her mother. She really wasn't responsible for herself.
Still, Kitty felt that it was necessary for her mother to pay for the damage that she had done. She was not going to get off easy. Peter too, had to pay. Kitty wasn't sure how she would handle him, but she would. She would make him sorry that he had ever interfered with something that was none of his business.
Although Kitty did not realize it, a sharp change had also occurred in her. She was more conscious of her power as a woman. She was aware of herself physically for the first time. She took pleasure in her body, in its seductive beauty, and its means of attraction. She dressed sexier, revealing the sensual attractions of her lithe body with great pleasure.
The boys at school had noticed the change. Kitty had almost overnight become the sought after girl in school. It was sometimes difficult for her to fend off the various boys which tried to force themselves on her. On occasion she would give into her physical desires, tier womanly needs, and go out with a boy she found particularly attractive.
On these dates she would try to keep her emotions intact but even so, every once in while she would slip and end up letting the boy ball her in the back seat of his car.
Although these little adventures satisfied her newly aroused passions, Kitty still did not fully enjoy them. In the back of her mind something, a small voice, a twinge of conscience, held her back from complete, full, sexual gratification.
Kitty tried several affairs with different boys, but each time the experience left her with the same empty feeling inside. She found that she could not reach a climax no matter what the boys did to her. Even sucking their cocks did not provide the same thrill it had when she had first sucked Peter off.
Kitty pondered the changes which she knew had come over her. She found it curious that she could not enjoy sex with other partners. She had enjoyed it with Peter and with her mother, so why couldn't she enjoy it with someone else?
The answer finally came in a round about way. One morning Kitty was laying in bed. She was idly dreaming of what it would be like to have a hand-: some lover in bed with her. Suddenly she remembered the magazine which had provided the inspiration for her revenge against her mother and Peter.
Kitty threw back the bed covers and hurried to her dresser. She took the magazine from its hiding place and returned to her bed. Naked, she lay back on the bed and began thumbing through the magazine.
The pictures of bondage and flagellation caused a faint bubble of excitement to churn in her stomach. Kitty studied each picture carefully. A tiny knot of passion began swelling in her loins. Her pulse quickened at the sight of various couples enjoying their sadistic pleasure.
Kitty felt a warm fire burning between her legs. Idly her right hand slid down over her smooth, flat stomach and touched the soft curls at her pubis. She stroked the stiff curls and leafed through the magazine. Without even realizing she was doing it, she let her thighs separate. Her hand slipped between her open legs to close over the gentle moistness of her pussy. She gave a faint moan as her hand caressed her pulsing labia. She squeezed the thick lips of her cunt together. A sharp bolt of sensuous ecstasy shot through her. She groaned.
She turned another page in the magazine. The picture she saw took her breath away.
A girl was tied to an overhead beam. Only her toes touched the floor. She was completely nude. In front of her a man stood with a large, leather belt in his hand. There were dark bruises on the girl's body where the man had hit her. Instead of pain the girl seemed to be enjoying it.
There was a wild, lust-filled look on her face. Kitty could almost imagine her lithe body trembling with desire. In the following picture the man had stripped off his clothes. With a huge, erect penis he stood behind the girl. He was obviously going to ram his prick up her ass. A burning wave of excitement came over Kitty. She pretended that she was the girl in the picture. She could almost feel that huge cock forcing its way brutally up her ass. Her body twisted on the bed. She rubbed her hand over her flaming pussy and moaned softly.
The magazine was forgotten as Kitty became caught up in her own whirling passions. Her cuntlips were soaked with her flowing juices. She groaned and twisted her trim, naked body. Her free hand sought the firm mounds of her breasts. She cupped and squeezed each soft breast, delighting in the fiery tingle which swept through her trembling body.
She spread her thighs wide. Her hand danced quickly over her pussy. She spread her moist labia and dipped a hesitant finger into her flowing slit. She moaned. Her thumb caressed the stiff bud of her clitoris. Her hips rose sharply from the bed.
Kitty shoved her finger deep into her burning pussy. She gasped as a bolt of fire ripped through her. The finger went deeper into her soft body. She pumped the finger slowly, drawing it in and out of her warm, juicy cunt. It felt so good.
Kitty did not like doing this to herself, but this time she couldn't help it. She had to have relief. A second finger plunged into her fiery pussy. She groaned and gave a low cry of deep pleasure. Her body rose from the bed. Her hips twisted in the air. She squeezed her left breast. Her mouth fell open. Her head tossed from side to side. She rubbed her aching clitoris. She fingered her streaming cleft.
She rammed her fingers deep into her pussy. They weren't enough. She needed more. She tried to insert a third finger, but her pussy was too tight. In desperation she let the third finger drop to the tiny button of her anus.
In her eager desperation she pushed the tip of her finger against the tiny circle of flesh. A racing desire swept over her. She gasped in a sudden burst of burning passion. Her body was on fire. She couldn't get her breath. She bit her lower lip and groaned.
With the tip of her finger moistened with her own, flowing cuntal juices it began to slip inside her anus. She gave a sharp cry. A first there was a searing pain as the tiny hole resisted this unnatural penetration. The pain inflamed Kitty's heated passions even more.
She stabbed the finger hard against her anus. The tiny ring gave way. Her finger slipped in. A deep, stirring thrill rushed through her. She eased more of her sodomizing finger into her tortured rectum. She sucked in her breath. Her body arched high.
With one finger in her ass and two in her pussy, it did not take long for Kitty to bring herself to the peak of pleasure. When, at last, she felt the dam inside of her beginning to weaken she gave a long, deep sigh. She brutally thrust her fingers deep into her body. The dam broke.
With a sharp cry of ecstasy Kitty felt her hand being flooded with her heated love juices. The hot flood covered her fingers and hand. Kitty groaned. Her head spun. Wave upon wave of burning passion rolled over her.
Kitty lay gasping for breath as her powerful climax gradually faded. She removed her soaked fingers from her body and lay on the bed with her eyes closed. It took several minutes before her head stopped spinning and she was able to sit up again.
Kitty glanced down at her sweat soaked body with a faint smile of satisfaction. She had discovered her own secret of pleasure. She had heard of people who enjoyed physical pain as a part of sexual fulfillment, but she had never thought that she could be one of them. Now, she discovered, almost to her joy, that she was.
The pain of ramming her finger up her own ass had almost driven her insane. It had made her climax even more brilliant and beautiful. A wide grin flashed across her face. Now that she finally understood what really turned her on sex would be more pleasurable. She smiled, stood up and went to the bathroom to take a hot shower.
A plan began to form in the back of Kitty's mind. It was a perverted, sadistic, even torturous plan, but it gave her a deep thrill to even contemplate it. She chuckled sadistically and wondered how to bring her plan to a reality.
It only took a couple of minutes for her to realize that it would really be very easy, especially considering her new power over her mother and Peter. Kitty threw her head back and gave a loud, evil laugh. She would show them just what kind of monster they had created.
With her damp body wrapped in a towel Kitty went downstairs to find her mother.
Melissa was enjoying a morning cup of coffee when Kitty entered the kitchen. Melissa looked up as her young daughter came toward her. She surveyed Kitty's ripe, young body seductively wrapped in a towel. The towel only served to accent her nakedness. Melissa felt a sudden twinge of desire drifting through her loins.
She swallowed nervously as Kitty sat down beside her. The loosely wrapped towel slipped down to expose the bright pink nipple of Kitty's left breast. Melissa stared in hypnotic fascination at the lush breast. She felt a sudden desire to touch that soft mound. She sat frozen as Kitty stared at her with glaring eyes.
Melissa was afraid of her daughter. Ever since their orgy, when Kitty had pissed in her face, Melissa had withdrawn into her own world. She cursed herself for what she had done to Kitty. She wanted to make it up to her daughter, but fear of what Kitty might do held her back. Fear was the right word to describe Melissa's feeling about Kitty.
Kitty had developed into an evil, vengeful person who struck fear not only in Melissa, but in Peter also. From her recent conversations with Peter, Melissa knew that he was terrified of what Kitty might do to him. He had even topped coming to the house. He was afraid that Kitty might seek some further revenge on him. As she thought about it, Melissa found the situation perversely humorous. It was strange that a sixteen year old girl could have such complete and unlimited power over two, mature adults.
"Mother, I've decided that we're going to have another orgy," Kitty said slowly, watching the stunned look appear on her mother's face.
Kitty wanted to laugh, but she didn't. A faint twinge of fear flashed in her mother's eyes. Kitty knew her power was complete. She chuckled quietly and poured herself a cup of coffee.
"I think it might be fun," she continued, nonchalantly, as if she was proposing nothing more than a Sunday picnic. "I have some new ideas that you and Peter might really enjoy."
Kitty noticed the way her mother's eyes kept dropping to her exposed breast. In shameless abandon Kitty deliberately let the towel fall to her waist. She hard a faint gasp from her mother as her lush breasts were fully exposed. It gave Kitty a rewarding sense of power to feel her mother's eyes on her body and to know that she could do anything she liked and her mother would be powerless to stop her.
Kitty sipped her coffee quietly while she let the full impact of her proposal sink into her mother. She took a deep breath to force her full breasts forward. She could feel her nipples tightening under her mother's desire filled gaze.
"Baby, why are you doing this to us?" her mother asked, with a deep, pleading tone in her voice.
"Doing what?" Kitty pretended that she didn't understand what her mother was talking about.
"I think you know what I mean. Why are you behaving like this toward Peter and I. You know we didn't mean to harm you. We only wanted to show you a side of life that you knew nothing about. I was afraid that you might grow up to be frigid or something. I only wanted to help you, Baby."
Kitty chuckled softly. "You helped me, Mother. Oh boy, did you help me! You wanted to make me like you, didn't you, Mother? Well, you succeeded. Now I'm just as much of a whore as you are. Are you happy?"
"Honey, don't talk like that. You're not a whore and neither am I."
Kitty laughed. "Bullshit!" she snapped. "Look Mother, I don't even want to talk about it right now. All I want you to do is to get on the phone and get Peter over here. We're going to have some fun and games this morning."
"Baby! Please!" her mother whimpered.
Kitty ignored the plea. "Just call Peter, Mother," she said icily.
"What if he won't come? You know he did not like what you did to him last time."
Kitty chuckled. "He'll come. Remind him that it only takes one phone call from me to ruin him for life. You tell him that for me, Mother."
Kitty finished her coffee and stood up. She again felt her mother's eyes passing over her almost naked body. She curled the left corner of her small mouth.
"I really turn you on, don't I Mother?" Kitty said.
Her mother's head jerked up suddenly. Her eyes went wide in shock.
"You must be more of a lesbian than I thought," Kitty remarked dryly. "How many other girls have you made it with?"
"Honey, that's no way to talk to your own mother." A faint glimmer of a tear formed in Melissa's eyes.
Kitty just shook her head. She was beyond feeling sorry for her mother. She felt nothing now, nothing but an empty void inside of her where she should have felt love.
"If it turns you on so much, here, have a good look."
Kitty jerked the towel from her body. Naked, she stood with her hands cockily on her hips and let her mother survey the full ripeness of her nude body. After a moment Kitty turned to leave.
"I'd suggest that you call Peter right now," she said over her shoulder. "I'd like to get our little party started right away. I'm really horny this morning, how about you, Mother?" Kitty let her voice trail off in a heavy vapor of sarcasm.
As Kitty had predicted, Peter came to the house. It was obvious, from the way that he glared at her, that he was afraid of Kitty, afraid, yet deeply stirred by her sensuality. For the occasion Kitty had dressed in a black, baby-doll nightgown. The thin, gossamer material did nothing to hide her nakedness. The paleness of her nude body was completely visible. It was obvious that she wore nothing under it. When Peter saw her his eyes filled with a sudden desire. Kitty grinned. It gave her a deep sense of satisfaction to know that she could turn a man on so completely.
"Well, Peter, are you ready to have fun?" Kitty purred. She crossed the room toward him with a slow, arousing swish of her hips. She took a deep breath and forced her full breasts against the thin, black material of her gown.
"How do you like me like this? Am I sexy?" She cooed.
Peter nodded slowly. His eyes darted over her rich body. They focused on her furry mound. Kitty grinned.
"How about Mother?" she asked. "Do you think she's sexy too?"
Peter had not noticed Melissa. Now he turned to see her sitting in a chair in the far corner of the room. Her face was drawn tight. Her lower lip quivered. Deep fear was written across her face. She was stark naked and bound hand and foot.
"Kitty, what are you doing?" Peter asked, flashing a sudden look of despair at her.
Kitty threw her head back and laughed. "We're going to have a little party, that's all," she answered slowly. Her voice was firm, without emotion. She stared coldly at Peter.
"I wanted you to see what kind of person you've created," she continued.
She stepped away from Peter and walked across the room. She picked up a length of rope from a small table and turned to Peter again.
"I wanted you to know how well you succeeded in transforming me into the little whore that you wanted. What's wrong Peter, you don't seem too pleased?" She chuckled and approached Peter, holding the length of rope in front of her. Peter backed away.
"You perverted little bitch," he said in a hoarse voice. "You're not going to tie me up again. What do you want to do, shit on me again?"
Kitty laughed. "That really wasn't very nice of me to do that, was it?" Her voice was deliberately soft and sexy. "I should say I'm sorry, I guess. But do you know what, Peter. I'm not sorry. I enjoyed doing that to you. It was just what you and my mother deserved." Her flashing eyes held on Peter. He continued to back away as she came toward him. He was finally backed against the wall.
Peter's eyes held on the rope in Kitty's hand. She grinned and came up to him. With a wild, sadistic pleasure she rubbed her almost bared breasts against his chest. It gave her a decided thrill to see the sudden desire written in his eyes. He still wanted her, even after all that she had done to him.
Kitty pressed her warm body against Peter's. She was delighted to feel his prick rise against her belly. She twisted her pelvis and ground it against his swollen crotch. In spite of himself Peter was beginning to react to her lustfulness. Kitty reached between their bodies and cupped her hand over his bulging prick.
"I see you're ready for fun," she purred sexily. She gave his prick an affectionate squeeze and pulled away from him.
"Don't worry, Peter, I guarantee that you'll enjoy this. This time I might even let you fuck me anyway that you want to."
As a coy invitation she turned her back to him and bent forward. Reaching behind her she spread her buttocks to reveal her puckered anus and moist cuntlips.
"How'd you like to fuck me in the ass, Peter? You like doing that, don't you?" She straightened up and laughed.
Peter's resistance was weakening. Kitty could see it in his eyes. She turned slowly to face him again.
"Why don't you slip out of those awful clothes. How can I get at that delicious prick of yours if you hide it?"
Peter remained against the wall. His arms hung limp at his sides. He made no move to remove his clothes. Kitty approached him with a broad, teasing grin.
"Here, let me help you," she said, reaching for the buttons of his shirt.
Peter watched helplessly as she slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He remained completely passive as she pushed it from his shoulders. A slight shudder rolled through his body when the luscious teenager reached for his belt buckle. He watched in erotic fascination as she deftly unfastened his pants and slipped her hand inside to stroke the hard flesh of his naked cock.
Kitty gave a deep sigh as she held Peter's rigid prick in her hand. It was good to feel that hard, male tool throbbing in her hand again. With a wispy smile on her lips, and a drifting look in her eyes, Kitty sank slowly to her knees in front of Peter.
She tugged his pants and shorts down around his ankles. His rigid cock sprang free and almost hit her in the face. She grinned. There was a deeply aroused look on Peter's face. Kitty knew what he wanted her to do.
Without waiting any longer, Kitty seized his hard, bulging prick in her right hand. She leaned forward slowly and planted a quick, hesitant kiss on the silky, smooth cockhead. Peter gave a low moan.
A hot flush of desire raced in Kitty's veins. Her body suddenly burned with flaming need. For a brief instant she almost lost control of herself. She kissed his lovely cock again, delighting in the wonderful sensations it aroused in her. She let her warm, ruby lips part. Her tongue flicked out to curl around the swollen member.
She licked the hard prick slowly, letting her tongue toy with the tiny opening in the cockhead, and drift slowly along the full length. Her tongue danced in the thick forest of hair at the base of his cock. She lifted his prick and dropped her tongue and sucking lips to his hairy balls.
Peter went rigid as she licked his balls and sucked them lightly into her warm oral cavity. After a teasing moment her mouth returned to the glistening cockhead.
She opened her mouth wide and sucked the bulging prick in. It pushed deep into her open mouth. It brushed the roof of her mouth and pushed against the back of her throat.
A wild, sweeping ecstasy shot through Kitty. Her own body began to tremble. She drew more of the delicious cock into her mouth. She cupped Peter's balls in her right hand. Her hungry lips nibbled at the fleshy pole in her mouth. Her tongue rolled over the bulging knob. Peter thrust his hips forward. He clutched Kitty's head and rammed his prick deep into her mouth. She almost gagged, but managed to keep sucking.
With a final, parting kiss on the head of his prick, Kitty stood up slowly. Peter reached for her. He wrapped his arms about her trim body and crushed her against him. His hands slipped under her short gown to cup the naked globes of her buttocks. Kitty moaned and ground her pelvis against the stiff shaft of his prick.
"Aren't we forgetting somebody?" she whispered in Peter's ear and nodded toward her mother. Her mother was straining against the ropes that held her prisoner in the chair. There was a deep pleading look in her eyes.
Kitty grabbed Peter's cock and led him toward her mother. Kitty almost felt sorry for what she was doing as she glanced down at the pathetic figure in the chair. There was a deep, sensual longing on her mother's face. Kitty jerked Peter's hard prick toward her mother's face.
"Would you like some of this, Mother?" she asked, coldly. "It tastes so good. I'll bet you would just love to have it in your mouth, wouldn't you?"
Melissa looked up at her daughter. For the first time she began to realize just what a terrible thing she and Peter bad dene. They had taken a sweet, innocent child and converted her into a depraved, sex-crazed monster. A deep sense of guilt and shame came over Melissa. She let her eyes drop to Peter's cock.
It was so beautiful. In spite of the guilt she felt, she suddenly wanted it. It looked so delicious laying in Kitty's hand. She wished that she could hold it, but her hands were tied securely behind her back. Melissa's mouth began to water. Her bright lips parted. Her head rolled forward, reaching for the delicious shaft of pleasure her daughter held in offering to her.
"That's it, Mother," Kitty laughed. "Reach for it. Show Peter how much you want to suck his cock."
Melissa strained her head forward. Her lips brushed the swollen head of Peter's prick. She sighed. In a moment of vicious teasing Kitty jerked the cock from her mother's drawing lips.
"Do you really want it, Mother?" she asked, holding the pulsing prick away from her mother's searching mouth. "Tell Peter how much you want it. Tell him that you want to suck his delicious cock."
Melissa looked up at her daughter with imploring eyes. "Please, Baby," she begged. "Don't do this to me. I'm your mother."
Kitty laughed. She ignored the pathetic plea. "Tell us what you want to do, Mother," she insisted.
Melissa swallowed hard. Her eyes darted to the warm cock in Kitty's small hand. "I want it," she whispered.
"Louder, Mother. I can't hear you."
"I want it," Melissa repleated, louder. "I want to suck his cock. Please, Kitty."
Kitty gave a sadistic chuckle. She shoved the hard prick toward her mother's open, waiting mouth. Melissa grappled eagerly for it. Her hungry mouth closed around the thick shaft with an ardent longing. Loud slurping noises rose from her mouth as she gorged herself on the hard, masculine shaft.
While her mother hungrily devoured Peter's cock, Kitty stepped away. She pulled her thin gown over her head and was naked. A hot fire of triumphant satisfaction burned in her belly. She stared at the thick prick pushing slowly in and out of her mother's tight mouth. She grinned. This was going even better than she had hoped for.
While Peter eagerly pumped his prick in and out of Melissa's tight, sucking mouth, he became Kitty's hapless victim. He was so deeply aroused with burning desire that he did not even seem to notice as Kitty pulled his hands behind his back and securely tied them with a short length of rope.
When his wrists were securely bound, Kitty turned away with a wide smirk. Now for the real moment of pleasure. Her heart pounded wildly. A tight knot of passion gripped her stomach. Her body seemed to float across the room as she reached for a heavy, leather belt. A fiery, burning sensation spread between her legs. Warm, sticky cuntal juices flowed down the insides of her thighs. Her entire body trembled as she raised the belt with her right hand and brought it down with full force across Peter's naked back.
Peter gave a sudden cry of sharp pain.
"Kitty! My God! What are you doing?" he screamed and tried to pull away, but Melissa bit down on his prick and held him a firm prisoner with her mouth.
Kitty again brought the belt down hard against his bare flesh. Raging excitement built in her as she struck Peter again and again. Each blow was harder than the other. Large, red welts appeared on his back. He twisted and tried to escape her sharp blows, but he couldn't move. Melissa would not release his prick. It was as if there was a conspiracy between these two demented women.
Each time she struck Peter, a hot bolt of ecstasy shot through Kitty. She understood now why some people loved this method of sexual arousal. The fire in her belly raged out of control. The lips of her pussy throbbed. A river of molten lava poured through her body. She turned the belt on her mother.
She struck her mother's body with all of her force. Her mother gave an agonized scream, which was choked by the large prick in her mouth. Kitty hit her again. The raging desires building in her body threatened to explode.
Kitty's brain whirled. The muscles in her right arm ached. Her heart beat so rapidly she was sure it would stop at any moment. She couldn't stop. The aroused passions in her body were so strong that she could hardly stand it. She wanted a cock. She wanted to be fucked.
Kitty's body teetered on the brink of a powerful climax. She couldn't wait any longer. Throwing the belt aside she grabbed Peter. She jerked him away from her mother.
"Fuck me, Peter! Fuck me!" she screamed. "Please fuck me!"
With her body rippling in the throes of a violent ecstasy Kitty fell to the floor. She spread her thighs to their full extent. With her hands she spread the lips of her pussy.
"Fuck me, Peter! Fuck me!" she moaned. She twisted her hips and arched her body.
Like an obedient slave Peter sank between Kitty's wide splayed thighs. She seized his bursting cock and guided it into the hot folds of her burning pussy.
She gave a loud, deep moan of pure pleasure as the head of his prick slowly eased into her writhing body.
The tight lips of her cunt locked about the thick shaft, sucking it into her vaginal warmth. Peter shoved his pelvis forward, hard. The full length of his prick sank into Kitty. She screamed. Her hips jerked up.
Kitty soared heavenward on a cloud of fiery bliss. The pumping prick in her cunt sent her spirits to dizzying heights of ecstasy. She rolled her pelvis and twisted against Peter. She wrapped her widespread legs around his heaving body.
He pumped harder. Kitty could feel his prick ramming completely through her. She needed more. His balls bounced against her tight anus. She moaned.
In complete perversion she slipped a hand under her own body and searched blindly in the crevice of her ass. Her finger found the magic hole. She rammed the finger hard, burying it completely in her own ass. That was all it took.
In a blinding frenzy her body exploded. Kitty screamed. Her body arched high, almost throwing Peter off. His cock rammed hard into her. She plunged her finger deep into her burning rectum. Her hot cuntal juices were released in a shattering explosion of ecstasy. Kitty almost passed out.
Her violent climax left Kitty so weak and drained that she was unable to move for a while. She was almost unconscious of anything except the fiery forces still rippling through her body. She was not even aware when Peter pulled his prick from her body. She did not see her mother roll from the chair to clasp her mouth once again around Peter's hard cock.
The rigid pole gleamed with the flowing moistness of Kitty's pussy. Melissa clamped down on it. She sucked it greedily into her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down.
It only took a brief moment to bring Peter to a fiery eruption. His thick, white cream filled Melissa's mouth. It rolled from the corners of her lips. Her cheeks puffed as her mouth overflowed. A thick, white river of cum rolled down her chin.
When Peter was fully drained Melissa raised her head from his cock. With her mouth filled with his cum she struggled across the floor to where Kitty lay, still gasping for breath, her eyes closed, her breasts heaving.
For a moment Melissa stared down at her young daughter. A faint smile formed on her lips. She leaned forward. She pressed her lips to Kitty's and opened her cum-filled mouth. The thick cream poured into Kitty's open mouth. It flowed over her lips and chin. A heavy rivulet rolled down her cheeks and dripped into her long hair.
Kitty tasted the sweet nectar filling her mouth. She swallowed what she could. It shocked her that her mother was doing this to her, but she really didn't mind. She loved the taste of male cum rolling down her throat.
As her mother raised from her face, Kitty licked her lips clean and smiled. For the final touch of perversion Melissa raised her body. With her feet tied together it was difficult, but she managed, by opening her knees wide, to straddle Kitty's head.
Kitty offered a weak smile and nuzzled her face into her mother's warm, juicy cunt. She licked voraciously at the flowing labia. Her tongue thrust out. Like a tiny penis it darted in and out of the hot vagina.
Kitty licked the entire area between her mother's legs, from her anus to her clitoris. Kitty's tongue worked like a flashing dart of lust. When the final flood came Kitty was ready for it.
She opened her mouth wide and drank the flowing juices which filled her mouth. She drank eagerly from her mother's flowing fountain.
Kitty felt Peter between her legs again. His hard cock brushed the painfully swollen lips of her pussy. She gave a choked moan and buried her face in her mother's still flowing pussy.
Raging desire returned to Kitty. The combination of Peter's cum and her mother's juices in her mouth filled her with an uncontrollable passion. She no longer cared what they did to her as long as she found the satisfaction that she so desperately needed.
She did not offer a whimper of protest when she felt Peter's cock pushing against her tight anus. She wanted it, even in her ass.
She arched her body, bringing her puckered hole into perfect position. Peter's prick, already well lubricated, pushed into the tiny, rear orifice. Kitty moaned her delight. The huge, bulging prick forced its way into her rectum. She twisted and groaned in ecstasy. She reached up and clutched at her mother's heavy, pendulant breasts. The soft mounds filled her hands as the brutal cock rammed up her ass.
Almost at the same time they all three reached explosive climaxes. Kitty felt Peter's hot cream shooting deep into her bowels. Her own body reacted with a sudden crescendo of passion. Again Kitty's face was bathed in the flooding warmth of her mother's flowing river of lust.
After it was all over with, Kitty discovered that she felt only a deep sense of overwhelming satisfaction. The fiery hunger in her body was satiated, at least for the moment. She found that she could enjoy herself now without the slightest feeling of guilt or shame. At last she was just like her mother, and it didn't bother her.
She was meant for pleasure, Kitty realized. She was intended to enjoy the fruits of her body. She had finally discovered the hidden Kitty that she had fought so long and hard against.
A deep feeling of contentment came over Kitty as she lay on the floor. Peter and her mother lay beside her. Kitty found that she no longer harbored any hatred for them. They had shown her what pleasure was all about. In a way she was grateful to them. Kitty tenderly kissed Peter, then her mother and let herself drift into a deep, sensual void.