Chapter 4
Melissa McIntyre was worried. It upset her to think that Kitty was still a virgin. What if she became frigid? She could end up an old maid without having ever known a man. These fears haunted Melissa every time she saw her beautiful daughter. There was also the nagging fear that perhaps Kitty had discovered a substitute for men. What if, in her fear or ignorance of sex, she had turned to other girls? Melissa forced that thought from her mind. Kitty was no lesbian.
Then what was the problem? Perhaps it was a simple matter of being afraid of men. She had never known the pleasures of a man, that was obvious. Suppose she was afraid of men, afraid they would hurt her, afraid she would become pregnant?
Melissa pondered the problem and tried to think of possible solutions. She could have a long mother-daughter talk with Kitty. She shook her head. That was out of the question. There had to be another way. In final desperation Melissa called Peter. Her hands trembled as she dialed his phone number.
When Peter answered the phone Melissa tried to sound calm, but her quivering voice betrayed her anxiety.
"What's wrong, Melissa?" Peter asked.
"Peter, I don't know what to do," she answered. "It's Kitty. I tell you, Peter, I'm worried sick about her."
"Good grief, what for?" he chuckled. "I told you everything was okay. She had a slightly upset stomach but that was all."
"Yes, I know," Melissa replied. "It's not that."
"Well, what is it then? Don't tell me you're upset because she isn't pregnant?"
"Shit, don't be silly Peter. This is serious."
"All right then, I'm sorry. So tell me what's bothering you?" Peter went silent and waited for her to continue.
Melissa hesitated. Was this really the right thing to do?
"It's because she's a virgin, Peter," she said very slowly, almost afraid to utter the words.
"What's wrong with that?." Peter asked in mild surprise. "Most mothers would be happy to find out their daughter is still a virgin, especially nowadays."
"I know, Peter. I know. What concerns me is what this might mean. Suppose she becomes frigid or ..." Melissa hesitated. She could not bring herself to say what was really on her mind.
"Or what?"
"Or something worse," was all Melissa would say.
Peter went silent. Melissa was not the kind of woman to panic easily. If she was worried there must be a good reason. He finally thought of a possible solution. Melissa was shocked as he briefly outlined his idea. At first she refused to go along with it. Finally, in sheer desperation and for lack of any better idea herself, she consented.
The following Friday evening Peter came to Melissa's house. Kitty answered the doorbell.
"Oh, it's you," she said dryly, stepping back so he could enter the house.
"Boy, your enthusiastic welcome really sends me," Peter grinned. His eyes briefly darted over her luscious body. Warm desire stirred in his loins. He remembered her spread naked on the examining table. He thought of her juicy little pussy and the way her moist cuntlips had sucked at his finger. All she needed was a man to show her what it was all about. Maybe he was that man.
In the living room Peter found Melissa waiting for him. There was a worried frown on her face. Doubt and hesitating appeared in her eyes.
Since the evening was intended to be a special occasion Melissa wore her most revealing dress. The wide, flaring skirt ended well above her knees. The deep cleavage between her breasts was exposed by the plunging neckline. She managed a weak, half smile as Peter's eyes traveled over her body.
"Peter, are you sure this is the only way?" she asked, fearfully.
"You trust me, don't you?" he replied. He settled beside her and slipped an arm about her trembling shoulders.
Melissa nodded.
"Well, trust me now. Believe me, if there was any other way we wouldn't do this. But I think in Kitty's case the only thing that will work is shock therapy. Don't worry, Melissa."
Melissa smiled. Peter was right, of course. He was always right. She just wished she could be certain that everything would work out like he said. Peter pulled her face to him. Melissa let her lips brush his.
"That's better," he whispered. His hand closed on her left breast. "Call her down here," he said quietly, with an air of calm resolution tempered with a faint trace of excitement.
"Peter, are you really sure about this?" Melissa hesitated.
"Yes, I'm sure," he answered in mild exasperation. "Now go ahead, call Kitty down here."
Melissa swallowed and took a deep breath. A taut nervousness gripped her insides. With a sigh of resolution she went to the stairwell and called up to Kitty. When the young girl appeared at the head of the stairs, Melissa told her to come down to the living room. Her heart pounded as she returned to Peter followed by a reluctant Kitty.
Peter rose politely to his feet as they entered. "How are you feeling now, Kitty?" he asked. His eyes drifted over her tempting body. A faint blush appeared in her cheeks.
"I'm okay," she replied, casting a nervous glance at Peter, then at her mother.
"Why don't you come over here and sit down?" Peter nodded to a chair in front of the sofa.
"Why?" Kitty asked with a slight edge in her voice.
"Well, we want to talk to you," Peter remarked, trying to sound like a doctor who was concerned about his patient.
"Go ahead, baby, sit down," Melissa said, glancing at her daughter. A cold, icy glare met her. Melissa, embarrassed, lowered her eyes.
Kitty sat down in the chair. She fidgeted with the hem of her short skirt. Her eyes darted, with suspicion, from her mother to Peter.
"What do you want to talk about?" Kitty asked.
Melissa and Peter glanced at each other. They exchanged knowing nods. Peter stood up slowly. Melissa felt her heart skip a beat as he walked slowly toward Kitty. She wanted to change her mind, but it was already too late for that.
"Darling," Melissa said, her voice quivering. "Peter thinks you may have a slight infection. He ran some tests the other day after we left the office. Something showed up which he wants to check out. You know, just to be sure."
Kitty snapped a sharp look at her mother. "Why didn't he just ask me to come back to the office? Why did he come here?"
Melissa glanced helplessly at Peter. He stood beside Kitty. His darting, lust-filled eyes soaked in Kitty's ripe, young body. Melissa felt a sudden pang of jealousy, or was it envy?
"I thought as long as I was coming over here this evening, I'd just save you the trouble of coming to my office."
Kitty looked at him suspiciously.
"Kitty, this infection isn't anything serious, but we have to stop it. It could get to be very uncomfortable for you if it spreads."
"All right," Kitty replied sarcastically. "So I've got an infection. What are you going to do, give me a shot?"
"Well, it's not quite that simple," Peter winked at Melissa. "Your mother and I were just discussing this problem. I think, and she agrees, that it would be best if I conducted another examination. You know, just to make sure. If I'm right I'll give you a prescription and the infection will be cleared up in a few days."
Melissa watched Peter slip smoothly through his lines. He understood women. Melissa could see that Kitty's resistance was weakening. Peter had done his job well. Melissa knew the rest was up to her. She leaned across the coffee table.
"It's all right, Kitty," she said reassuringly. "It's really just a precaution. Besides, I'll be right here with you, so you don't have to be afraid."
"I'm not afraid," Kitty snapped. Her eyes darted again to Peter. She took a deep breath.
Kitty knew Peter was lying about the infection. He just wanted to touch her again. The delicious memory of his touch sent a warm quiver of desire stirring in her loins. Suddenly she wanted him to touch her again. She wanted to feel his hand down there. She leaned back in the chair and nodded her head slowly.
Peter gave a wide grin of triumph.
Melissa took a deep breath and let it out slowly. So far it had all gone according to plan. She was a little surprised that Kitty had given in so easily. She held her breath as Peter slipped to his knees in front of Kitty.
Melissa sat back and crossed her legs. A faint tremor of arousal drifted through her. Her pussy grew moist as she watched Peter lift Kitty's short skirt. The young girl lay back in the large chair, offering no resistance, no protest as her skirt was raised around her waist.
When Peter tugged at Kitty's panties, Melissa felt a sudden thrill of excitement. Her pulse quickened. The filmy panties were slowly peeled down over her daughter's hips and creamy thighs. Kitty lay naked from her waist down.
The lips of Melissa's pussy pulsated with hot desire. She panted for breath. A fiery heat spread through her. A sharp gasp rolled from her lips as Peter opened Kitty's thighs to reveal the naked loveliness of her young, virgin pussy. The pink slit gleamed with a slight moistness. The glistening labia pulsated. Kitty's thighs were spread wide. Her fur lined slit opened. The tiny clitoris protruded and waved its fleshy head.
Kitty knew she should feel a deep sense of embarrassment at having to expose herself so shamelessly, but to her surprise she didn't. All she could think of was Peter's finger. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the warm glow coming over her. When Peter touched her moist cuntlips Kitty gave a sudden jerk.
Melissa watched Peter part Kitty's gleaming labia and dip a finger into her juicy cleft. A pounding desire filled her. Her right hand drifted over her trembling body. She pressed her stomach. Her hands slid to the quivering flesh of her bare thighs. With her eyes fixed on Kitty's exposed slit Melissa's hand dipped between her own heated thighs. She gave a soft moan as her hand closed on the fiery lips of her panty-less pussy. A flaming rush of desire came over her. She slowly opened her thighs wide and caressed the swollen lips of her cunt. Her hips jerked spasmodically. A finger trailed into her flooding crevice. Her fingers danced over the stiff bud of her burning clitoris. She gave a low moan.
Kitty was caught up in her own desires. She uttered a low moan too as Peter worked a finger into her virgin cleft. She winced as the finger pushed against her hymen.
Like a skilled surgeon, Peter manipulated his probing finger until Kitty's hips began to move in the slow rhythm of love. His thumb gently massaged her tiny clitoris. With a practiced sureness, his finger eased in and out of her delectable little orf ice.
Melissa watched, hypnotized. Her hand pumped feverishly into her own flowing pussy. Her hips arched. She moaned softly. She saw the faintly aroused expression on Kitty's face. She breathed a sigh of relief. She pounded her fingers into her dripping pussy and caressed her stiffened clitoris with the heel of her hand. Her free hand slipped inside the open neck of her dress. She massaged and squeezed her heaving breasts. She slid forward on the edge of the sofa and spread her thighs wider.
Kitty was primed and ready. Peter saw the dreamy look on her face. Grinning broadly, he leaned forward between her open thighs. It was time for the next step. He took a deep breath and glanced over his shoulder at Melissa.
He chuckled softly as he saw her hand pumping furiously at her cunt. There would be time for her later, he decided. First the daughter, then the mother. Everything was working out perfect.
Kitty's eyes flew open as a flashing tongue spun over the moist flesh of her pussy. The tongue speared her pussy and licked at her flowing sweetness. She suddenly came to her senses. She saw her mother playing with herself. Kitty's mouth dropped.' This was terrible. And what Peter was doing to her, it was even worse. He was kissing her down there, actually putting his tongue inside of her. Kitty gave a horrified shudder.
How could her mother sit there and watch this happen? She was not only letting Peter do this, but was obviously getting turned on by watching him do it.
Kitty wanted to scream. They were horrible people. Worst of all, she was almost as bad as her mother. She had let herself be maneuvered into this degrading situation. She had actually wanted Peter to touch her. She was as much of a tramp as her mother.
Tears of shame rolled down Kitty's scarlet cheeks. Burning with a blistering anger at herself, she shoved Peter away from her. Before he could react she spun away from him and ran, sobbing, upstairs to her room. She threw herself face down across her bed and sobbed hysterically.
Melissa felt an urge to run after Kitty, to reassure her, but she couldn't move. The demands of her body were too strong. She jabbed her fingers deep into her flaming cunt. With begging eyes she turned to Peter.
On his knees Peter moved between her widespread legs. Melissa grabbed his head. With passionate impatience she jerked his face down and arched her hips up. Peter did not have to be forced.
His tongue flashed out. He eagerly devoured the hot female flesh. His tongue thrust deep. It twirled in Melissa's streaming furrow. She groaned in delight. Her body arched. She clawed the front of her dress open. Her hands caressed her naked breasts. She pushed her ripe mounds together. Her sweating palms rubbed her turgid nipples. She moaned and wrapped her legs around Peter's head.
Driven wild with desire and urgent need, Peter stood up. In a frantic fury he slammed his rigid cock into Melissa's ready pussy. She gave a muffled cry of ecstasy as his full, hard length rammed into her. She wrapped her arms about his neck and held him tight as their bodies twisted and humped together.
They rolled onto the floor. Melissa was on top. Positioning herself on her knees, she rose and fell on the thick shaft buried in her belly. She reached behind her to fondle Peter's heavy balls. He massaged her aching clitoris.
At the same time their bodies exploded in a fiery crescendo of passion and lust. Melissa gave a deep, rattling cry as her flowing juices mixed with Peter's spurting cream. The hot jets shot deep into her womb. It was wild. It was delicious. She cried out again and again as hot waves of passion roared over her.
Drained and empty, she fell forward on top of Peter. Her dress was soaked with sweat. She gasped for breath.
In the fading heat of passion neither Melissa nor Peter noticed the fleeting figure at the top of the stairs. They did not hear a door close or the muffled sobs echoing faintly from Kitty's room.