Chapter 2
Kitty lay on her bed later that morning. She had just awakened and she was not tired at that time.
In fact, she was very awake. Her skin was tingling with excitement as she looked at the sunlight filtering through the window. She could still feel a little bit of sting on her body, the sting that was caused by her father's belt. She sighed and concentrated on that sting that was deep in her mind.
She did not feel really guilty about what she and her father had done. Her father needed that closeness, she thought. Her father needed someone to submit to him and love him. And Kitty did love her father. But she was still confused because she had enjoyed so much of that act. She really should not really enjoy being beaten, she thought. She did not think that any other girl in the world would enjoy that.
Kitty escaped the confusion in her brain by closing her eyes and trying to remember what had happened the night before. She thought that any girl in the world would have done that. Or would any girl do that? She remembered all the intricacies of the sex she had shared with the red-haired, sexy Barlow twins, Ronnie and Richie. Some of that stuff that she had shared with them was very similar to what she shared with her father, she thought. Perhaps she needed that strange kind of intimacy. She tried to remember all of it, tried to remember what had taken place, what had led to that intimacy.
The first time Kitty had to remember was that she already had a reputation in the high school as a girl who would do anything with boys.
She did not really mind that reputation. Sure, some of the girls did not speak to her and said dirty things about her, but Kitty knew that they wanted to do some of the things that she did. They were just afraid of soiling their own spotless reputations. And Kitty really did not like those girls anyway.
She liked her father and she liked boys. She had always liked boys more than girls, even in the days when she had played baseball with them and tackle football and all of those other boys' games. She had been called a tom-boy then, but, as she grew older, she was called a whore.
Kitty did not really see the difference. She just liked to play games with boys and now that she was a teen-ager those games involved sex.
So she had a bad reputation and she had gone out the night before in search of some fun. When she showed up at the drive-in restaurant where all the kids hung out, she had worn some of her sexiest summer clothes, her shorts and her halter-top. She was dressed for action and, as she scampered from car to car flirting with the boys who sat there in those cars, she made sure that every boy in that place knew that she wanted some action, some hot action on this summer night.
The cute blonde did not know why she craved this action so much, she suspected that it had something to do with what her father had done to her about two years before. She had loved and hated her father on that first morning and that strange combination of emotions had confused her. When she tried out her first boy soon after that, she had not been confused at all. She did not love or hate that boy. She just had fun with him, and she liked that kind of mindless, sexual fun that fucking brought to her.
Anyway, she would have gone with any of those boys the night before, but she finally settled on the Barlow twins, who were sitting in their old Ford and drinking cherry colas. She went with them because Ronnie, the twin who was driving, was the first boy there to bring up the subject, to ask her straight out if she wanted to go off somewhere with him and his brother.
That was one thing about high school boys, she thought: Most of them are really very shy about asking for what they wanted, even with a girl like Kitty.
But Ronnie Barlow was not shy at all.
He looked back at Kitty as she sat there in the back seat of the car by herself and he asked her after she had only been with him and his brother for about five minutes.
"Hey, Kitty," he said, with a grin, "if we buy you a hot-dog or something, will you go with us and fuck both of us?"
She giggled, but she did not blush. She was beyond blushing by that point.
And then she told him the truth, the honest and straight-forward truth.
"You don't have to buy me a hot-dog Ronnie. I figure you and Richie had two nice hot-dogs that I can munch on anyway."
And then it was their turn to laugh. Ronnie laughed and slapped his brother's shoulder and yelled at him.
"Richie! We are gonna fuck us one nice sweet girl tonight!"
And Richie actually did blush. Although he and Ronnie were identical twins, they were not really that much alike inside. Ronnie was rough and ready and a bit of an outlaw, a teen-aged hoodlum. Richie admired his brother and tried to be like him, but, down deep Richie was soft and rather sweet, more boyish than Ronnie. Kitty actually liked the softer brother better than the twin who was so mean and rascally.
She would fuck both of them, however fuck both of them with skill and with passion Ronnie hit Richie's shoulder again and laughed at his blush.
"Oh, Richie, you are gonna get yourself some pussy tonight," Ronnie said.
Then the outlaw brother turned back and looked at Kitty.
"I don't think Richie has ever fucked a girl before," he said.
"Have to," Richie said, sounding like a hurt child. "Fucked that girl in New Orleans, remember, Ronnie? Remember when you and me went to New Orleans last summer and we found those two girls? Remember, Ronnie, remember?"
Kitty thought that the soft brother sounded a little desperate at that moment.
Ronnie laughed at him and turned to Kitty and told her the story.
"We picked up these two twin girls in New Orleans, Susan and Sally or something like that. Who remembers names? Anyway, we thought that it would be good, twin on twin and all of that. We took them back to a motel and we rented ourselves two rooms and I took one of them and Richie took another one. The next morning, Richie's girl said all he did was stick his finger in. He just kept fingering her all night long, like he thought that that was what fucking was all about."
"That's a lie!" Richie yelled, turning red in his anger and his shame.
"That's what she said, Brother," Ronnie said.
"I don't care. It is a lie. I did fuck her. I know what fucking is all about. It is just that I took my time and I think that she was, maybe, asleep when I finally fucked her."
Ronnie exploded with laughter and Kitty could not help herself. She had to laugh too. The very idea of some girl falling asleep and being fucked that way was so funny and so outrageous. Kitty knew then that Ronnie was right, that Richie probably did not know jack-shit about fucking. But, for some reason, that made her like the softer brother even more, and she did not want him to get too embarrassed by the whole situation. So she spoke to the outlaw brother who was driving.
"Let's go somewhere private, Ronnie," she purred. "I am getting all hot and turned on."
And Ronnie grinned back at her and turned around and started the motor and pulled the car out of the parking lot of the restaurant.
As he drove to his private place, he still goaded Richie by telling the blonde stories about his twin brother's failings as a man.
"I would get back there with you, Kitty," he said, "and let Richie drive. Except Richie don't know how to drive. Ain't that something. Seventeen years old and he can't drive. I tried to teach him a couple of months ago, but he just couldn't learn. Damned near killed us both too. He almost hit a school, the old grade school building downtown. He was practicing in the parking lot of that school one Saturday afternoon and damned near hit the building. If I had not grabbed the wheel, we might have been both killed by that stupid brother of mine."
He grinned in the rear-view mirror, grinned at Kitty with a sense of pride.
"Course, I've been driving damned near all my life," Ronnie said.
Richie did not say anything at all, but Kitty watched him shiver with anxiety. She reached up and touched the boy's shoulder. She felt his shivers of embarrassment go through her too.
"Don't worry, Richie," she said. "I have not learned to drive either."
"It is not the same," the boy muttered. "You are a girl. You should not have to drive anywhere."
She did not understand why that should make a difference. Girls drove cars too and Kitty had often wondered why her father would not allow her to learn to drive. She thought that it might have something to do with her father's fear that she would leave him if she could drive a car, escape him and his cock and his morning wrath.
But she let it pass. She did not want to get into an argument with Richie. In fact, she wanted to fuck that Barlow twin more than the other. She wanted to show him that he could be just as good as his brother, even if he did not know how to drive.
Ronnie was roaring through the town and he spoke to Kitty there in the back seat with a voice that was raucous with lust.
"Hey, little blonde," he said, "I know just the place for you. I have been to this place with a lot of girls."
"Really, Ronnie?" she chirped, speaking to him while she sat forward in the car seat and kept her hand on Richie's shoulder. "What place is it?"
"Special place," he said, "for all my special girlfriends. Richie has never been there before. I don't take him along when I want to give a girl a few turns with the old gut-wrench, you know. Most girls don't like having a twin brother along. I guess they think that it will confuse them."
Kitty had to laugh at that one. She thought that Ronnie, even with all of his terrible and outlaw ways, was very funny in some of the things that he said.
And then she looked at both of the twin brothers and she imagined that it would confuse some girls. She imagined that it would be like being in some other universe to be fucking one brother and then look up and see the other brother waiting to fuck her. It would be like a mirror, a mirror that did not make any sense at all. And she wondered how the brothers were going to feel fucking her. If one of them watched another one fucking her, would it be like watching a porno movie that he, himself, starred in. She thought that this was going to be a magnificent experience for both of the brothers and for her too.
She could hardly wait to get to Ronnie's special place.
By that time, they were going out of the city limits, into the nice, green wooded areas around Victory. She had been out here before, had parked out here and fucked many boys. She sighed with memories of all those fuckings. It always seemed better, more natural out here, she thought.
She liked to fuck surrounded by trees and green grass and listening to crickets chirp in the woods.
She thought that that made the fucking seem like part of the real universe, like something natural and beautiful and free. She liked to feel free when she fucked a boy. She never felt free with her father, but that was different. She liked the feeling of captivity she had with her father, but that was enough captivity for her. She wanted to make sure that the fucking of high school boys was as different from the fucking of her father as humanly possible. She did not want that old father-daughter confusion creeping into her fucking of high school boys.
Ronnie pulled off the main road and into a little patch of woods that Kitty recognized immediately. Was this his special place? She wondered about that because it not so special at all. At least a half dozen boys had brought her to this same spot to fuck her. But she did not want to mention that to Ronnie. She did not want to hurt his masculine feelings.
Ronnie stopped his car in the spot where so many other cars had stopped too.
Kitty sighed. There was nothing really special at this place at all. She would have to make it special with her own skill at fucking, she decided..
Ronnie turned around and grinned at her.
"How do you like it, Kitty?" he asked happily'.
And she put on her most girlish face and lied to him.
"Oh, Ronnie, this is so nice. I have never been here before. It seems so natural to be out here, Ronnie. I just know that I am going to love it here with you and Richie."
"Well, honey-pie," the outlaw brother said, "you gonna love it with me here, I know."
He glanced at his softer, sweeter brother and grinned.
"I don't know how much you gonna love it with Richie. He ain't never done this before."
"Have to," Richie muttered. "Have to done it. Done it in New Orleans and you know it, Ronnie."
He was angry and hurt and shivering again. Kitty leaned over the seat and kissed his cheek.
"You are gonna be just great, Richie," she said softly. "I can tell that already."
"Richie," the outlaw brother said, "get that old blanket that is in the trunk and come with me and Kitty out there into the woods."
And the softer brother did as he was told to do.
He got out of the car as Ronnie handed him the keys. He went to the back of the car and opened the trunk. Kitty and Ronnie got out of the car too and stood together next to it while Ronnie took the little blonde in his arms and kissed her. His mouth was hard on hers, but she rubbed her sexy body against his and she could feel his hardness in his pants.
She wanted to wait for Richie, but Ronnie did not seem to care about his brother now.
He took Kitty's hand and pulled her and started to run into the woods with her.
"What about Richie?" she gasped, as she started to run too, in order to keep from falling.
"He'll catch up. You will want me first anyways," Ronnie said happily and proudly.
Kitty was not so sure of that. She did not know which of the Barlow twins she wanted first. She supposed that, physically, it would make no difference since the boys were twins, but, in a way, she wanted Richie first so that she could fuck the boy and prove to him that he was as good and maybe even better than his brother.
Ronnie and Kitty stopped running when they came to a little clearing in the trees.
It was a clearing that Kitty had fucked in before. Most of the boys in high school knew about this clearing, but she was surprised that they never seemed to run into each other out there. It was just a matter of chance, she figured, and the thing that happened because not many girls were like Kitty, that hot for fucking and ready to admit it. Probably most girls liked to fuck somewhere close to home, where they could feel safe and secure as the cocks ran into their pussies.
Kitty, of course, did not feel safe and secure at home and she did not care where she fucked high school boys. She just wanted to have those cocks in her pussy, and the more cocks the better.
That was one reason why she was particularly excited by this thing tonight.
She had never had two boys at the same time, she remembered, and these two boys would be very special to her because they were twins, identical but oh, so different in many ways.
Thinking about the similarities and differences, she moved against Ronnie Barlow and pulled his red-haired head down to hers and kissed him again. His mouth was still hard. When that kiss was over, the outlaw brother whispered to Kitty.
"You really want to do this, Kitty?"
"Sure," she said with a grin, "I think it will be fun to have both of you.' "If you want to change your mind and forget about it, that is all right with me," Ronnie said nervously. "I mean, we could just go back to the restaurant and folks would think that we did it anyway. That would be almost as good as doing it you know."
Kitty pulled away from Ronnie Barlow, confused now by his sudden nervousness.
"What do you mean?" she asked. "It would not be almost as good as fucking. Nothing is almost as good as fucking, and you should know that. You should know just how good it feels to get all of that tension out of. you.' Ronnie glanced toward the edge of the clearing, no doubt checking to see that his brother was not coming yet, and then he turned to Kitty and shook and admitted the truth.
"I don't know nothing about it," he said softly, almost choking on the words. "Don't tell Richie. He knows something. That girl in New Orleans taught him something, I guess. But I was so scared that night that I just hid in the bathroom and the girl and I did not do nothing."
Kitty did not know what to make of that at first. It reversed the roles that the Barlow brothers played. The outlaw brother was not the inexperienced one, and the soft brother did know something about fucking.
Kitty shook her head to clear the confusion out of her brain.
And then she looked at Ronnie Barlow again and she smiled.
For some reason, that she could not understand, she liked him better now, now that he had admitted to her that he was a virgin, that the whole role was nothing but a facade, a lie.
She smiled at him and spoke softly to him.
"It's okay, Ronnie," she said. "Richie and I will show you what to do." "Don't tell Richie," the boy whispered, almost begging with her in his fright. "Don't tell him nothing. It would not be fair, Kitty. Richie makes better grades than I do in school and he don't even know how to drive. If he found out that I didn't-" He stopped talking when he heard Richie call out to them.
"Hey, where are you two?"
Kitty stepped toward the outlaw brother who was in reality a virgin and took his hand in hers and pressed it hard to calm.
"You can trust me, Ronnie," she said. "I won't tell Richie."
And then she called out to the other brother.
"We are over here, Richie! Over here in the clearing!"
And Richie came crashing through the underbrush and stood there in the middle of the clearing with the blanket in his arms. The brother looked around him and inspected the little, moon-lit clearing.
"Yeah," he said, "I heard about this place."
"Put the blanket down, Richie," the blonde said. "Let's get started here."
She did not want Richie to reveal the truth to his virgin brother. She did not want Ronnie to know that this place was not a special place at all.
And Richie grinned and carefully spread the blanket out on the ground as Kitty looked on and held Ronnie's hand to calm him.
There was a big black spot in the middle of the gray blanket, a spot that covered most of the thing. She looked at it and then she looked at Ronnie.
"Spilled some motor oil on it," Ronnie said apologetically. "It is all dried now, although I guess it still smells some. If you want to forget-" "No," she can quickly, cutting the frightened, outlaw brother off. "That is okay. I don't mind the smell. In fact, I think that it smells sort of sexy don't you, Richie?"
"I don't mind it," the softer brother said softly.
Kitty wondered if Richie could tell that something was different now. She wondered if he was sensitive enough to figure out that something had changed in the girl and especially in his brother. Perhaps he could. Kitty did think that Richie Barlow seemed more confident, more manly now that they were in the clearing. Perhaps, Kitty thought, there was something magical about twins so that only one of them could feel really good about himself at once. Perhaps there had just been enough masculine pride in Mrs. Barlow's womb for one boy and now the two twins had to share it, had to feed off each other, so that, in order for Richie to feel confident, Ronnie had to be a little scared. Kitty thought about that theory for a second and then thought that she would use it in fucking them. She would take them one at a time and make each of the boys feel good about himself in turn.
Thinking that, the blonde slipped onto her knees and took a deep breath. The motor oil that darkened the blanket was sweet-smelling, she thought. And Kitty reached behind her and loosened her halter-top. She knew that both brothers were watching her with eagerness and excitement and a little bit of boyish fear.
And Kitty wanted them both to feel good about themselves.
She bared her tits and then spoke to Richie, the soft brother who had had some experience with sex down in New Orleans.
"I think that I will have you first, Richie," she said. "I am sure that Ronnie won't mind being second."
"Uhhh," the outlaw brother stammered. "I don't mind at all."
Kitty knew that that was the best way to do it, to make both of them feel good.
Ronnie would get a chance to watch his brother fuck the girl and that would teach him something and turn him on at the same time. And Richie would feel better because she had chosen him to be first.
Kitty kicked off her sandals and then turned on the blanket and lifted her hips up and loosened the shorts and pushed them down. In just a few seconds, she was naked in front of the Barlow twins.
Then she grinned up at Richie and spoke to him softly.
"I want to see your body too, Richie," she said. "Please take off your clothes for me." . Richie looked at Ronnie and grinned with pride.
"See," he said, "I told you, Ronnie."
"Told him what?" Kitty asked.
"Ronnie said that girls did not like to have their boyfriends take off their clothes when they got fucked. They just wanted the boys to unzip their pants and whop their cocks out. He said that only faggots take off their clothes when they fuck," Kitty looked at Ronnie. It was just some more of his virgin bravado, some of his boyish foolishness.
"Every girl is different," she finally told Richie. "Personally, I like to see boys with their clothes off and I know that it does not make them faggots to take off their clothes with me."
"I thought that would make more sense," Richie said, "and that girl in New Orleans damned near ripped my clothes off me."
And then Richie, filled with manly confidence, pulled off his T-shirt.
Kitty glanced at Ronnie again and she saw him blush.
Only faggots took their clothes off when they fucked a girl. It was the kind of thing that a virgin would tell another virgin, she thought.
Kitty would have laughed at the whole idea, but she had to be careful. She did not want to make either of those Barlow twins feel bad. She wanted to make them both feel good in their own ways.
And Richie was taking his clothes off. Kitty turned and concentrated on that young man, her first Barlow boy of the night.
Richie Barlow had a thin, strong freckled body, and she was sure that his brother's body would look much the same way. He was down to his shorts by that time, by the time that Kitty really did begin to concentrate on him. She looked at the bulge in his white jockey-shorts and she wondered if that bulge was anything like his brother's. It was very big, and she was certain that she was going to enjoy that Barlow cock. She tried to keep the boys straight in her head. The one who was putting his fingers under the waistband of his shorts at that moment was the one who had had some experience with girls, had fucked a girl down in New Orleans. But he was also the soft one, the one who made better grades, and was less of an outlaw than his brother. It caused a bit of confusion in her head, but she did not mind this kind of sexy, sweet confusion at all. And, when she saw the boy pushed his shorts down, when she saw that reddish cock jump out at her, she realized that this was just the kind of confusion that was the best for a teen-aged girl. Richie Barlow stepped out of his shorts gingerly and stood naked in front of the girl. Kitty rose up to her knees and beckoned him to her with her finger. He moved toward her and stood in front of her. He had had some experience with girls, she remembered, and that experience had taught him something about what girls like to do with boys. He was naked and he was not going to feel like a faggot at all, she thought.
His cock was about half-erect already. It was already long and firm with sexual strength and sexual excitement. And the hair at the base of his cock was red, just like the hair on his and his brother's heads. She liked that red hair. It made Kitty think that his cock was on fire with lust for her.
And she liked to think about that fire and what it would do for her.
She wrapped her fingers around the Barlow cock and she glanced back at Ronnie for a moment. He was sitting on the ground, just a few feet away from them, but he was not sitting on the blanket. It was as if he thought that oily blanket was somehow sacred at that moment, that he could not touch it with his body until he was ready to fuck Kitty Blake.
And she guessed that that was right. The blanket was a sacred place of sex at that moment. She looked back at that fiery, boyish cock that she held in her hand and she thought that that cock was what made the blanket sacred to her.
And she was sure that the other Barlow cock would add its own sacred power to the blanket before long. The other one would be ready and sweet for her too.
But Kitty had to keep her mind on this cock.
She could not think of both Barlow cocks at the same time. To do so would be to invite the confusion that other girls had been afraid of.
She stroked the cock of Richie Barlow and she looked up at him.
"I hear you make good grades," she said softly and sweetly to him.
He nodded his head at her and his green eyes were alive with the sexual fire that she was giving him with her hand.
"I like boys who make good grades," she told him. "They are often the best lovers because they understand so much, and I know that boys that make good grades make the most successful men in the real world."
She continued to handle his cock while she complimented him.
"And your cock is very long too," she said. "I would give this prick an A-plus."
The boy smiled at her when she said that to him.
She looked at the cock and grinned, and then she heard Richie make an excuse for himself.
"Does it matter that I can't drive, Kitty?" he asked softly, nervously.
"With a cock like this," she said, still looking straight at the prick as she spoke, "driving does not matter at all."
"Really?"
"A girl would gladly drive a boy around herself for a cock like this," she informed him. And the cock pulsed in her hand as if her compliment and her words of girlish wisdom had given Richie something more to be happy about, something more to feel content about in his own masculinity.
Kitty leaned forward and slightly and kissed the tip of the prick softly.
"Wow!" one of the Barlow boys said, but she could not figure out if it was Richie or Ronnie and she guessed that it really did not make any difference.
She was centering all of her thoughts on that prick. That Barlow cock in her hand, that cock that was strengthening with male power as she handled it, that cock was the center of Kitty Blake's universe at that moment. She stuck out her tongue and licked the end of the cock and she felt Richie Barlow shiver with desire when she did that. She touched his reddish, freckled ass with her fingers and felt the tension there. It was the kind of tension that grew in a male when the sex first started, she knew from experience with her father and with other high school boys. It was the kind of tension that could only be drained from a male's body by some fucking and sucking and an orgasm, a shot of white fire that cleans a male of his tension and his fever and left him feeling better than ever.
Kitty looked up at Richie Barlow and saw that he was holding his body tense with his hips jutted out so that she could more easily do what she wished with his cock and his face was turned up toward the night sky, toward the moon.
He looked like the high priest of some ancient moon-worshipping cult, she thought, the high priest who was leading his people in prayer to the moon. She liked that idea, and she held onto it as she opened her mouth and leaned forward on the cock. As she closed her lips around Richie's prick, she thought that it was the least she could do for such a sexy high priest of the moon.
When she tightened her lips around that cock, she heard Richie moan to the moon.
"Oh, this is great, Ronnie. This is fucking great."
And Kitty knew that it was great. It was great for her too.
The cock tasted like fire to her and it warmed her insides as she sucked on it. She worked her head back and forth on the rod and felt the thing harden in her mouth. She accepted that hardening as she had accepted so many other hardening cocks in her by then. But this one was different. She had never sucked a fiery cock before.
She moved her face close to Richie's body and she let the whole prick ram into her throat as she pressed her face against the cock-hair, the fiery, red cock hair that was so soft and yet so hard too. Her mind was filled with ticklish fantasies and she thought of this cock as a fiery sword that she was swallowing, a fiery sword that purified her deep inside. She raised her hand and touched her breast as she sucked on that prick and she felt that purifying force in her.
Then she took her mouth off the fiery cock and she glanced back at the other Barlow brother. Ronnie was still sitting there on the ground and he was watching his brother and the blonde girl with fiery interest in his eyes. She smiled at him and then she started to lick her way up and down the other twin's shaft.
She lifted the cock and worked her tongue down the underside of the thing and she heard him sigh to the moon. She licked the clean, reddish balls, the balls with the clean, purifying fire.
And then she moved her mouth back to the cock and sucked on it. She sucked on it and listened to the boy moan to the moon.
Then she knew that he was ready, and she knew that she was ready too. Her cunt was throbbing and flooding with juices, and she knew that she was being turned on because this was a brand new experience for her, an experience with two boys who were much like each other.
And Kitty knew that the confusion would come to her when the fucking actually started. She knew that, when a cock was in her, she would not be able to tell one twin from the other, and she welcomed that fucking confusion in her head. She welcomed the cocks to her throbbing, hot pussy.
Kitty lay back on the ground and sighed to Richie, still keeping in mind for a moment that this one was Richie, was the one who did not drive a car.
"It does not matter that you don't drive a car," she said. "You can drive that hard cock into me."
And Richie lifted his face to the moon again and laughed with manly pride.
Kitty spread her legs and waited for him to come to her in that special way. She glanced again at the other twin and she saw that he was watching with tension in his body. She knew that Ronnie, the virgin outlaw, would soon learn something very great from his brother and the girl who fucked them both. He would soon learn something that was much more important than an ability to drive a car.
He would learn how to fuck a girl and make her happy while he made himself happy too.
Kitty glanced back at Richie and grinned at him.
"Come on, stud," he said. "Let's do it. Let's fuck like crazy."
And the red-haired boy moved down to his knees and approached her, approached that place between her outstretched legs, approached her with all of the firmness of his cock ready for her snatch.
Kitty reached out and touched his throbbing organ with her finger.
She smiled at the boy to give him even more self-confidence.
Was this the twin who had fucked before or was this the virgin?
Already, in her heated, sexy mind, she did not know for sure. Already, she did not care. She just knew that first this twin and then the other one would fuck her and that is all she cared about.
The Barlow boy moved closer to her and she took his cock in her hand and lifted her spread legs and pulled the thing toward her pussy, her jelly-jar of lust. That pussy craved a good fucking, and she was going to get just such a fucking.
In fact, she was going to get two of them, one from each twin.
She purred to the boy to give him a little extra male security.
"Stud," she said. "Such a stud. You are going to be great."
And the boy grinned at her and she pulled the cock into her, slipping just the tip of it into her tight, wet pussy. Then she groaned out the words that every boy wanted to hear a girl say.
"Fuck me, Stud. Fuck me good and hard, you fucking stud."
And the words worked their magic on the Barlow twin who was in her.
He leaned forward, holding himself up on his hands and knees and then he moved a little bit and worked the cock into her tight pussy with wet ease.
And Kitty, lifted her ass and wrapped her legs around his freckled body.
"Fuck me, Stud!" she cried as she looked up at the moon in the sky.
It was her moon now, she thought. She was on her back and she was looking up at it. He was looking down at her and he was grinning as he started to move the cock into her pussy with a firm, masculine force.
He was very good at this fucking, slow and hard and forceful. She tightened her legs around him even more and sighed up to that moon in the sky.
"Oh, stud, that is great. You fuck so great."
And then she heard the movement to the side of her. She looked to that side of her and she saw the other twin moving close, to study the way that his brother's cock went in and out of her, to study the way that his brother fucked this sexy, blonde girl who wanted it so badly. Was this the virgin? She wondered about that, confused in her fucking as to which twin was which.
But it did not really make any difference. No one would be a virgin by the time this night was over, she determined. She would fuck both of the boys, both the virgin and the one with a little bit of fucking experience. She would fuck them both and teach them everything that she knew about sex--which was actually quite a lot.
As she moved with the rhythm of the twin who was fucking her at that moment, she lifted her face to his and kissed him softly. They were twisting together there on that blanket, there on the sweet-smelling spot of oil. And they were fucking with delight, sweating with delight too.
And the boy speeded up his fucking as he grinned down at her. She felt his fiery, freckled sweat fall on her and that made her moan and twist there on the ground. She lay back and ran her fingers over his freckled, hairless chest as he fucked her with grace and speed. She matched his fucking motion with her own, as if they were two parts of the same, well-oiled and well-made machine.
But soon the grace was gone and there was only the animalistic passion of the fucking. He drove into her deeply and growled at her with gutteral sounds of excited male lust.
She accepted those sounds in her, accepted his growls and answered him in animal whimpers and animal moans.
The fucking became hard and loving at the same time.
And then the twin who fucked her said that word, that word that her father had used so often to tell her how much he cared for her.
"Fucking, slut," he growled. "Fucking, little / bitch."
She sighed and winced with the word. She wondered why he would be angry with her suddenly, wondered why he would say those things to her. But she accepted the words and she accepted the anger because she enjoyed such anger on the part of males.
Her father had taught her to enjoy such anger from males.
"Fucking slut," the other brother--the one who was watching so intently--said to her.
He leaned forward and whispered the word in her ear.
"Slut. Mangy, whore slut. Slut. Slut. Slut."
"Oh, God, yes!" Kitty cried aloud. "That is right! By why? Why do you say it?"
"Because that is what you are supposed to call a bitch," the one who was not fucking her told her. "Our father taught us that. There is a difference, he told us, between a whore and a lady. And we should never forget that, he said You are a whore and our mother is a lady."
"Our mother is a lady," the other twin, the one who was fucking her, echoed his brother. "Our mother is a fine lady. She doesn't even fuck our father any longer."
"Yeah," the one sitting next to her snarled, "She is a lady and you are a little whore."
The words and the teaching were sick, Kitty thought.
But she accepted the sickness in her head because she was sick too.
She accepted her whoredom because she knew that her mother--unlike Mrs. Barlow--had been a whore too. And her father called her a slut and a whore and a bitch and said that she was just like her mother. And, Kitty thought, once a whore, always a whore.
The cock slammed into her whore pussy and gave her a special heat, a whore heat, she thought. It was the kind of fucking heat that only a whore and the daughter of a whore could stand. It was the kind of fucking heat that would drive any good woman insane with fire.
But she could take it. She could take all the heat in the world.
"I'M gonna come, you worthless cunt," the twin who was fucking her said.
And she moaned to him and tossed on the oily blanket.
"Yes, come," she sighed. "Come. Shoot your hot come into my whore cunt, you stud."
She tossed on the blanket and stretched out her arms and lifted her head and tilted it back and scratched the top of her blonde head on that filthy blanket. She had an itch, an itch in her fucking, heated brain, and she wanted to get rid of that itch while that twin come in her sluttish pussy.
And she groaned to the other twin, the one who was waiting his turn in her cunt.
"Get ready," she sighed. "Get naked. Get ready to fuck my whore cunt just as your brother fucked it."
Was it the virgin that she was fucking now? Was it the virgin that she would fuck? She did not know. She did not care. She only knew that she was a whore, and that was the truth, the greatest truth of her young-whore life.
The twin who was fucking her raised himself up on his legs and lifted her body up by raising her rounded ass with his hands. He fucked her with glee and savage anger and he moaned to her as he started to come, to shoot his white goo into her whore cunt.
"Fucking slut. No-good bitch. Not as good as my mother. His mother. My mother. His mother too."
And Kitty screamed with all of the heat in her body. She felt that she was going to burst into flame at any moment. She cried out with lust and passion and humiliation that she deserved.
"I am a fucking whore! I am a fucking whore!"
And then the twin who had his cock in her growled and gasped and then yanked his cock out of her cunt. He fell back on the blanket and grabbed his organ in his hand and started to shoot his hot, white come into the air.
Kitty moved quickly. She was too fevered to let that come go to waste.
She wanted that semen in her. She wanted it to mix with the whorishness of her worthless system. She wanted to get that heat from that twin.
She moved over his cock and pressed her lips around the organ quickly and gulped down the come. She gulped it down with relish, as if it were a fine, sweet wine.
And her rounded ass was in the air as she bent over the coming twin.
She heard the other twin move behind her, but she did not take the time to look and see what he was doing. She had to milk all of the sweet, home come from that first twin, the one who might be the virgin or might not be.
"Fucking slut," she heard a male voice growl from behind her. "Not at all like my mother. His mother too."
And she felt the pain on her butt, the slapping, heated pain, the tingling pain that came from the blow that he gave her with his hand.
By then, his brother had finished with his coming.
Kitty took her mouth off the twin's organ but stayed in the same position, with her butt up in the air.
"Spank me," she sighed. "Yes, spank the whore in me. Spank me and then fuck me."
The twin who lay under her moved away from her and she could tell then that a new hand was on her ass, that a new hand was spanking her. She looked back and she saw that the naked twin had taken over th spanking while his brother, his mirror reflection, started to strip.
And the twin that she had just fucked thanked her for the fucking by being even more brutal in his spanking than his brother was. He hit her ass hard and made it tingle and put his other hand on her blonde head and pressed it down so that her face was smashed into the oily blanket. The sweet smell of the old oil almost made the girl pass out, but the spanking kept her awake, wide awake as she gasped with the hot pain that was shooting through her buns.
"Fucking whore," she said. "My brother is going to fuck you now, you fucking slut, and he knows how to drive. He knows how to drive a car and he will fuck you like you have never been fucked before."
"Yes," she sighed, speaking into the blanket and knowing that her words were muffled by that harsh thing, "yes, he can drive. He will fuck me well."
Then the Barlow twin stopped spanking her and turned her over by jerking her blonde hair. She looked up and saw that they were both naked now, both so naked and so manly in the moon-light that she could hardly stand the sight of them.
And she wondered which one of them she had fucked and which one she had still left to fuck. She wondered what they wanted her to do now.
And then one of the red-haired twins moved away from the blanket and pointed at his mirror reflection and growled at her.
"Suck his cock," he said. "Suck his cock just like you did mine, you worthless, young slut."
And Kitty rose to her knees and wondered to herself.
Was this one the virgin? Was she going to suck the virgin cock now?
And then she realized that it did not matter at all.
All that mattered to her or to the twins was that she was a fucking, little whore. She was her mother's daughter and her father's lover and she was a fucking, little whore.
She wrapped her fingers around the red fiery cock of this new twin in her life.
And she sighed as she felt the heat from her buns run through her sexy, whorish body.