Chapter 7
Kitty changed after her brief affair with Jimmy. She had wanted to feel like a whore, to punish herself for her own frail weaknesses. All she had succeeded in accomplishing was to plunge herself into the depths of misery and depression. She didn't feel like a whore. She didn't feel like anything. She was nothing, just an empty shell. On the outside she wore the appearance of a woman of the world while on the inside she was a frightened little girl.
Melissa wasn't sure whether she viewed the r result of Kitty's education with approval or apprehension. Her daughter had matured, at least sexually. Kitty was no longer a shy, withdrawn little girl. She dressed and behaved like a grown woman well aware of the charms of her body.
There was one result which pleased Melissa. Kitty would at least talk to her now. There was no real closeness between them, but at least Kitty seemed to accept her and tolerate her with a new understanding.
At Peter's suggestion and instigation, Melissa decided to give a party. She would invite all of her swinging friends for a really far out orgy. The prospects of an orgy filled Melissa with a churning desire. However, a nagging thought clung to her. How would Kitty react to group sex? Peter had insisted that she attend the party. The orgy would be a sort of graduation for her. Would she view it in the same regard? Melissa shrugged her shoulders.
Kitty was not informed of the party until just a few hours before it was to start. She had been in her room, laying across her bed and thinking of what she had become. She was a perverted, sex-crazed little bitch, she thought with a wry grin. Nothing mattered anymore, except sex. She was consumed by the devil in her body, driven by it, controlled by it. She felt a deep loathing for herself. She was a prisoner of her own lusts. It was a part of her inheritance from her mother. Kitty wished she had never been born.
When her mother came into the room, Kitty eyed her with detachment. The word "whore" flashed through her mind.
Melissa sat down on the edge of the bed. Her eyes briefly traveled over Kitty's remarkably beautiful figure. A warm glow of maternal pride came over Melissa. She could see the faint outline of Kitty's nipples under her thin dress. She made a mental note to caution Kitty about not wearing a bra. She did not want to see her daughter's breasts sag from unsupported muscles.
"Baby," Melissa said slowly. "How would you like to attend a very special party tonight?"
"What kind of party?" Kitty asked, without the least sign of interest.
"Well," Melissa groped for words. She did not want to tell Kitty it would be an orgy. That might frighten her and spoil everything. "It's just a special get together with a few friends of mine and Peter's."
Kitty shrugged noncommittally and stared at the empty ceiling. Her mother was trying to tell her something indirectly. Maybe she and Peter were planning to rape her again. If Peter wanted to fuck her she would not resist.
"Okay," Kitty replied after a moment of silence.
Melissa was delighted and relived. "You'll really have a good time, honey. You'll see. These friends of ours are really groovy people."
"Look, Mother! You don't have to convince me. I said I'd go," Kitty's voice was harsh, cold.
Kitty remained in her room all afternoon. There was a hollow emptiness in her stomach as she dressed for the party. She wore a plain, sexless dress. Tonight she was not in a sexy mood. She wished she had not agreed to go to the party. Even if the people were groovy swingers, she really didn't care. She might even hop into bed with the first man who approached her this evening. If she did, it would be without meaning, without feeling. She would appease the devil in her body, but her mind would remain free, detached.
Only a few guests had arrived when Kitty finally came downstairs. She settled down in a chair in a far corner of the living room where she would be isolated. One young couple attracted her interest.
The young man had shoulder length, blond hair and a smooth, good looking face. Kitty felt a slight tug of desire. The girl appeared to be not much older than Kitty. She was very shapely and wore a tight, cling dress with a plunging neckline. The upper swells of her lush breasts were exposed.
Kitty grinned as she noticed the young man peeking down the front of the girl's dress. She did not seem to mind him looking, in fact she seemed rather pleased. The girl crossed her legs. Her short skirt rose high on her creamy thighs. For a second, Kitty's eyes darted to the girl's legs. She idly compared them to her own, which were also well exposed by a short skirt.
Kitty leaned back in the chair. With detached boredom she eyed the other guests. All the women wore sexy, revealing dresses. One girl wore a thin, almost transparent dress with obviously, nothing under it. Kitty began to wonder if this was a planned orgy. If it turned out that way, what was she going to do? She was not in the mood for sex. She wished she had not come downstairs. She thought of returning to her room and curling up with a good book. Let these people fuck themselves silly if they wanted to. They could do it without her.
In a far corner Kitty saw her mother and Peter. Her mother was curled in Peter's arms. Kitty saw his hungry hands close on her mother's breasts. They were disgusting, doing that right here in front of everyone. A bright blush appeared in Kitty's cheeks.
Sometime later, after everyone had been mellowed with drinks and soft music, the mood of the party changed. The tempo of the music increased. Kitty sat up in her chair. Her eyes wandered about the room.
Everywhere she looked couples were entangled in an embrace of rising passions. Kitty's eyes darted to each couple, coming to rest, finally, on her mother and Peter. She gave a sudden gasp.
Her mother's dress was down around her waist, her breasts were bared to Peter's eager hands. A numbing shock filled Kitty. This was indeed an orgy. She made a move to get up, to go upstairs to her room. She wanted no part of all this. Something held her in the chair. She couldn't move. She couldn't take her eyes from the aroused couples around her, especially the young couple she had watched earlier.
The girl's dress had disappeared. She was clad only in very brief, and very transparent panties. Kitty swallowed hard. A tiny knot of passion stirred in her belly. She took a deep breath. Her thighs trembled. Her hands shook. Her heart pumped faster.
The young girl suddenly pushed away from her boyfriend. She stood up in front of him. With a wide, teasing grin she placed her hands suggestively on her hips. She began to sway rhythmically. Her lithe, trim body moved in slow erotic circles.
Kitty eyed the girl's full, naked breasts. Her nipples were swollen, distended, aroused with a burning desire. Kitty could not take her eyes from the girl. Her own aroused feelings grew stronger.
The girl's hands swayed over her head. Her lush, naked breasts bounced and jiggled. Her nipples took on the appearance of two, large brown eyes. She brought her hands slowly to her breasts. She cupped them, offering them to her lover.
A sharp, burning sensation spread slowly through Kitty's aching loins. She sucked in her lower lip and let out a soft, gentle moan of pleasure. A sudden stab of desire shot through her.
The girl cupped and squeezed her breasts. She pushed her firm mounds together. Her hands moved slowly, in loving caresses down her quivering sides. Her eyes remained fixed on her boyfriend. Her hands reached the filmy band of material girding her loins. Curling her bright lips and rolling her tongue in sly suggestion, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties.
Kitty watched breathlessly, spellbound. The girl eased her panties slowly down. Without realizing what she was doing, Kitty's hands came up to her own breasts. She cupped her rich mounds as the girl stepped out of her panties.
Nude, the girl tuned to her boyfriend. The sight of that lush, naked body, sent a sudden thrill rolling up Kitty's back. With sensual slowness the girl moved toward the waiting boy.
Kitty softly caressed her heaving breasts. The tug of desire in her belly was powerful. She was losing control of herself. The devil of lust was taking control of her again.
The girl sat down beside her boyfriend. Her thighs opened wide. For an instant, before it was covered by the boy's eager hand, Kitty had a full, unobstructed view of the girl's pussy. The sight of those thick, hair rimmed cuntlips pulsing with desire sucked Kitty's breath away. Her own cunt burned. There was a sudden tightness between her legs. The crotch of her panties was soaked. Her head spun.
Kitty closed her eyes and drifted in a world of sensual fantasy. Rhythmic rushes of desire rolled over her. She cupped her breasts. A pleasant tingle rippled through her. Her nipples grew taut under the thin material of her dress. Her right hand eased down over her trembling body. She touched the hot, naked flesh of her thigh. She gave a sharp gasp. Her body jerked slightly.
Kitty caressed her warm, smooth inner thighs. A delicious warmness surged through her. She groaned. Her body throbbed with an aching urgency, a desperate, growing need. There was no one to satisfy her, only her own fiery hands. Locked in a frenzy of aroused desires, Kitty let her hands slip between her open thighs.
When her hand touched the damp crotch of her panties Kitty gasped. Her eyes flew open. Shamefaced, she glanced quickly around the room to see if anyone was watching her. They weren't. Everyone was too wrapped up in their own lust to pay any attention to her.
Kitty closed her eyes again and let herself drift slowly in a limbo world of sensual delight. She slowly massaged her burning pussy. Her moist labia pulsed with warm need. She pressed her hand tight over her cunt. Her breath was sucked away. Her entire body jerked. Hot, fiery darts stabbed into her.
She pressed the heel of her hand against her stiff clitoris. Low moans rolled from her clenched lips. She couldn't help herself. She was lost, but she no longer cared. All that mattered now was the fire in her body. The devil had control of her.
In complete abandon Kitty raised her hips and pushed her panties down. She did not care if anyone saw her now. She had to be satisfied, nothing else mattered. Her hand closed on her naked pussy. The hot flesh burned under her touch. The moist lips of her pussy swelled and begged for her caresses.
She rubbed her hand slowly over her damp, flowing sex. A delightful surge of ecstasy spread through her. She sighed. Her hips rose sharply as the heel of her hand caressed her clitoris.
Kitty groaned. She parted her pulsing labia and pushed a finger slowly into her steaming nest. She pumped the finger, pretending it was a hard cock pushing into her.
Kitty was so wrapped up in her own aroused needs that she did not see a young man with shoulder length hair settle to his knees between her gaping thighs. Another figure, a girl, settled onto the arm of the chair beside Kitty.
Kitty remained totally oblivious until she felt a warm tongue and soft lips brushing along the inside of her left thigh. She did not open her eyes. She did not want to see who was doing this to her. She just wanted to enjoy the sudden warm, glow of ecstasy which filled her. The flashing tongue moved up her thigh. Kitty instinctively withdrew her hand from her pussy. She opened her thighs wider in sensual invitation to her unknown lover.
With a slow, delightful teasing the warm, flashing tongue neared the fiery apex of Kitty's thighs. She held her breath. She waited in eager, excited anticipation for the kiss of love on her pussy.
It came finally. A wild, surge of burning lust seized her. She moaned and arched her hips. Her lover licked at her erect clitoris. His tongue twirled over the tiny bud and lapped greedily at her flowing cleft. Kitty gasped.
The hot tongue pushed into her dripping orifice. Her heart skipped a beat. It was maddening. She wanted to suck his face into her flaming sex. Her warm, wet labia nibbled at his lips and tongue. Her protruding clitoris danced under his tongue. He licked her entire vulva, from her clitoris to her anus. Kitty went wild. Untamed passion tore through her.
Kitty offered no resistance when other hands closed on her heaving breasts. She arched her mounds forward. The hands cupped and squeezed her breasts. The front of her dress was opened. The material was pulled aside. Her stiff nippled breasts were laid bare. Kitty sighed.
It wasn't until warm, moist lips began sucking at her swollen nipples that Kitty finally opened her eyes. She gave a startled gasp of surprise. Her new lover wasn't a man. It was the girl she had watched earlier.
A wave of revulsion came over Kitty. This was perversion. It was wrong. She wasn't a lesbian. She couldn't let another girl make love to her. She grabbed the girl's head. She meant to push her away, but instead, she found herself entwining her fingers in the girl's long hair and holding her to her breasts.
A warm, delicious, ecstatic feeling engulfed Kitty as the girl sucked her turgid nipples while the boy licked her flowing pussy. Kitty pushed aside all thoughts of right and wrong. She was enjoying this. It must be right.
The boy sucked at her pussy. He parted her throbbing labia and pushed his tongue deep into the flowing sweetness of her fiery nest. Kitty arched her back. She forced her breasts into the girl's mouth. Her body cried out. She held the girl tight against her breasts. She moaned. She gave herself with wanton abandon.
The girl raised her head from Kitty's breasts. Warm lips brushed Kitty's. Her mouth opened. A hot, darting tongue danced inside. Kitty forgot that it was another girl kissing her.
Her arms encircled the soft, naked, female body. The touch was electric. A soft, numbing sensation rippled through her body. Her hands trailed lightly over the girl's naked back. She was so soft and smooth. Kitty had never dreamed it could be like this to touch another girl. The girl cupped Kitty's breasts. She gave each firm mound a gentle squeeze. Her tongue pushed deep into Kitty's sucking mouth.
Kitty had never experienced such wild delights. The two tongues brought her to a dizzying height of erotic arousal. It no longer mattered that one tongue belonged to another girl. The probing tongue between her legs sent a frenzic desire sweeping through Kitty. Like a feathery butterfly the tongue caressed her clitoris. It moved into her flooding furrow. It even spun over her tiny anus.
Kitty soared. She spun upwards in an ever widening circle of sensual pleasure. The girl's tongue pushed deep into Kitty's open mouth. She accepted it. Her hands began to caress the girl's soft, nude body. Kitty delighted in the feel of the warm, silken flesh.
She cupped the girl's breasts. Kitty's hands trembled. The already taut nipples rose harder under her palms. Her head whirled. She could not believe she was really doing this and enjoying it. She felt a sudden desire to touch this warm, female body all over, to feel all of its hidden charms.
Kitty stroked the girl's sides. Her roving hands slid over the wide, flarint hips and smooth thighs. Her hands retraced their path back to the soft breasts, then journeyed downward again.
A sudden, new awareness came over Kitty. She wanted to devour this luscious body. She could no longer remain passive. She returned the girl's ardent kisses. Her tongue plunged deep into the girl's mouth. Low moans and deep sighs flowed into each other's open mouth. Wandering hands caressed warm, nude bodies. The opened dress was pushed from Kitty's shoulders. It lay gathered around her waist. Her upper body was completely bared to the girl's caresses. Kitty rose higher on a cloud of sinful pleasure.
The man between her legs pulled Kitty's dress off. She was stark naked. Her love-starved body lay completely exposed to her two, passionate lovers. The man leaned forward again. Like a tiny penis his tongue tabbed into her pussy. It pushed deep. It spun, caressing the side walls of her love channel.
Kitty's hips rose sharply. The tongue again dropped to her puckered anus. Kitty gave a startled gasp. The tongue licked her most intimate spot. It tried to push into her rectum.
The girl's head dipped into Kitty's wildly heaving breasts. The girl was an excellent lover. She tongued Kitty's turgid, pink nipples. She sucked them into her mouth, nipping them lightly with her teeth. Kitty moaned. In turn she cupped the girl's breasts and massaged the stiff, brown nipples with her sweating palms.
Kitty gave a sharp gasp and a sudden cry of pain. A finger was pushing its way into her anus. Her body was being violated in a most shameful way. It didn't matter. The finger eased slowly into her virgin ass. Kitty sucked her breath in and held it. Her body froze, suspended in mid air as the finger pushed into her rear opening. With her asshole impaled by his finger, the man's tongue returned to Kitty's pussy. He licked her cunt and pumped his finger in her ass until Kitty thought her body would explode.
In a sudden move the man jerked his finger from her ass. He seized Kitty in his powerful arms and lifted her to the floor. Weak and powerless to resist, Kitty stretched out on the thick, pile carpet. Her body lay in sensual offering to her unknown lover who knelt between her wide-splayed thighs. She wanted him. She had to have him.
She reached for his stiff cock. She took the fleshy dagger in her small hand. The delightful pulsing of the rigid shaft sent waves of ecstasy shooting through her. She held his cock and slowly pulled him forward. He smiled. She guided his thick prick to the entrance of her fiery love nest. Her hot, wet labia parted. Her cunt was eager to gorge itself on this object of lust. The head of his prick pushed into her.
Kitty arched her hips. She groaned in sheer delight. His hard tool sank into her, igniting the raging flames of passion. Her hungry pussy drew him in, locked tight about his prick, consumed it with ravishing desire.
His hips rocked back and forth. His cock penetrated her hot body. It caressed the flaming walls of her vagina. Kitty wanted to scream. She wanted to cry out in wild delirium. Her head rolled. Her open mouth gasped for breath. Her breasts heaved. He rammed his cock deep into her. Kitty went into a spasm of ecstasy.
Without removing his prick the man sat back on his haunches. His hands slipped under Kitty to squeeze her quivering buttocks. He raised her hips. Kitty's hands clutched at the carpet. Her eyes rolled back. Her lips were drawn taut. Her body floated.
The prick pushed deeper into her. His pubic curls mingled with hers. His dangling balls bounced against her tight anus. He slammed into her, hard. Kitty cried out for more.
While the young man relentlessly hammered his cock in Kitty's young pussy, the girl settled on the floor. She knelt beside Kitty and leaned forward to kiss Kitty's breasts and tongue her turgid nipples. Kitty moaned under the double loving.
When the girl offered her breasts to Kitty's lips she accepted. Her tongue flicked out to caress the large, dark nipples. Kitty sucked each erect bud into her mouth, savoring the delicious female flesh. Fiery pangs of desire burned in her body. The hard prick buried in her soft, yielding pussy carried her to spiraling heights of ecstasy. She bucked her hips. She sucked hard at the taut nipple in her mouth.
The girl suddenly pulled away from Kitty. With a low, soft moan she straddled Kitty's upper body. Kitty did not realize what was happening until she opened her eyes and saw a fur lined cleft being lowered on her face. A sharp, musky odor reached her nostrils. Her brain screamed a silent protest. The girl wanted her to kiss her there.
Kitty tried to twist away. The moist cuntlips brushed her cheek. The burning heat of wet, female sex seized Kitty like a powerful magnet. In spite of mental protests she slowly rolled her face upward.
Her small tongue snaked out. She was going to do it. She couldn't help herself.
The first taste of that forbidden fruit sent Kitty into a frenzy of overwrought passion. Her tongue lapped at the soft, damp flesh. It forced its way between the dripping labia and found the hidden clitoris. Kitty drew the tiny bud between her lips. She nibbled at it. Her tongue rolled over it teasing it with flashing oral caresses.
The hot, sticky sweet pussy rubbed back and forth over Kitty's face. Her nose pushed into the deep crevice. Warm, sweet juices flowed over her mouth and chin. Once, Kitty's tongue accidentally touched the girl's small anus. Kitty did not notice. She was too caught up in a maddening wave of erotic lust, and burning, driving desire. Her own peak approached.
The powerful cock in her cunt was drawing her flood to the surface. The prick inside of her bulged. Hot jets of cum spurted deep into her flaming womb. She tried to moan, but her face was buried in a warm, flowing pussy. All she could do was to hump her hips sharply as the hot, male cum filled her. Then it was her turn.
Her body released its hot flood. A raging torrent of passion rolled through Kitty in violent waves. Her body jerked and heaved. She was seized in the grips of a thundering passion. Kitty drove her tongue deep into the girl's pussy. That was enough to finish her also. Hot, female juices bathed Kitty's face. She lapped greedily, savoring the delicious taste.
For a long time afterward Kitty lay inert. Her senses reeled. An occasional erotic spasm rippled through her body. In the ebbing tide of passion a sudden sense of remorse and shame crept over her. Her crimson cheeks reflected the deep scar of her awful sin.
Kitty lay in a dazed stupor. Evil thoughts of what she had just done paraded through her tortured mind. She had made love to another girl. She had actually sucked a girl's pussy. It was disgusting. It was awful. She suddenly felt sick at her stomach. The taste of sweet cuntal juices was on her lips and in her mouth. She felt a sudden urge to vomit.
She grabbed her stomach and sat up. Her two lovers were nowhere in sight. In a daze Kitty's eyes drifted around the room. All about her other scenes of wild debauchery were being enacted. In one corner Kitty saw her mother. She was sucking one man's prick while she bounced up and down on another. Behind her a third man slammed against her naked buttocks.
Kitty couldn't stand it any more. She got to her feet. Her knees were weak. She staggered toward the stairs and made her way slowly, painfully upstairs. Everywhere she looked couples were engaged in unabashed fornication. In one corner Kitty even saw two women with their faces buried between each other's widespread thighs. The knot of nausea tightened in her stomach. She rushed for the bathroom.
She closed the bathroom door behind her and fell to her knees in front of the commode. She emptied her stomach in one gushing heave. She remained on her knees for a long time. Occasionally her stomach wretched, but there was nothing left to come up. Tears of deep shame smeared her crimson cheeks. Hard sobs rolled from deep inside of her.
Giving herself to a man was one thing, but doing that horrible thing with another girl was worse. It was the devil that burned her soul, the devil she had inherited from her mother. She would never be able to control it. As long as she lived she would be helpless, powerless to resist any temptation of the flesh, even if that temptation involved another girl. Was there no end to this evil inside of her?
Kitty stood up slowly. Her head was spinning. She had to brace herself against the wall to keep from falling. She could not stop the choking sobs. Tears rolled down her cheeks and dripped over her naked breasts. She glanced down at her nude body. A renewed disgust filled her. She was ashamed of her body, ashamed of what it housed.
Her blurry, tear dimmed eyes came to rest on a small shelf above the wash basin. She focused on a small bottle with a bright blue label, her mother's sleeping pills. Kitty stared at the bottle. A small voice inside of her spinning mind told her there was one way out of her torture, one way to escape from the devil which dominated her, one way to beat her mother.
A faint smile formed on her lips. She reached for the bottle. She held it in her shaking hand and stared at it. There was blessed relief in that bottle. It offered peace, tranquility, an end to her agony for all eternity.
Clutching the bottle to her breasts, Kitty went to her room: She closed and locked the door securely. She sat down on the edge of her bed and stared at the bottle in her hand. How many would it take? How many of those tiny white pills would she need to find her peace? Her hands shook so that she could hardly get the bottle open.
She poured the tiny pills into her open hand." There was her relief. There was the way out.
Kitty raised the handful of pills toward her open, waiting mouth. Her violent sobs ceased. A strange calmness came over her. Her troubles would soon be over. Would her mother be sorry? Would she cry for what she had forced her daughter to do? Would Peter be sorry also? They would all be sorry. They would pay with bitter anguish and countless tears for what they had done to her.
A sudden, bitter, wailing cry of despair ripped through the air. Kitty flung the pills across the room. She couldn't do it. She did not have the courage. There would be no peace for her. She threw herself face down on the bed. The bitter tears and painful sobs returned. She cried until her weak body finally gave out. She drifted into a restless oblivion.