Chapter 4
About noon that day, Jeff Morrison got a hampering for Kitty Blake's blonde snatch.
Jeff was a high school graduate, a boy of eighteen, a blond stud who was running around the town fucking all the women that he could get his hands on before he went off to college in the fall.
He did not know what had made him think of Kitty ; Blake that day. It had been months since he had fucked her.
And he had always considered the sexy, little blonde just a little crazy too.
She seemed to want abuse with her sex. He remembered that the last time she had fucked him she had requested that he call her a slut while he rammed his cock into her. Jeff had done that, hut it really did not seem right to him.
Oh, he knew that Kitty had a bad reputation at school, but he could not really consider her a slut.
He kept thinking that, if he had been a girl, he would have been a slut too.
Jeff Morrison liked to fuck girls, all kinds of girls and women. He could never get enough of them, just as he suspected that Kitty Blake could never get enough of men. He did not think of Kitty as a slut at all. To Jeff, the blonde was just a sex-loving and healthy girl, a girl who knew what she wanted in life and went out and got it.
But, he thought as he walked to her house, if she wanted him to call her a slut again today, he would gladly do it.
He would do anything that she wanted him to do in order to get the chance at her sweet cunt.
It was sweet too. Jeff had sampled most of the stray pussy in Victory, Missouri, by that summer, and he thought that Kitty was one of the best females in the town when it came to fucking. He wondered now why he had gone so long without seeing her and fucking her. He shrugged his shoulders. He figured that he had just been busy with other women. He knew that Kitty probably did not mind. She had probably been busy with other men too.
He just hoped that Kitty was home when he called on her. It would be terrible for him to get himself all worked up over that blonde sexpot and then not be able to find her at home.
He figured her father would not be at home, that he would be at work down at the coroner's office.
Jeff Morrison had to admit that he considered Leo Blake a rather strange man, and the blond, young stud wondered if that father's strangeness had had something to do with his daughter's craziness and need to be called a stud.
Jeff had learned from experience that there was a lot in the spirits of the women of Victory that hardly anyone ever suspected. He figured that husbands and fathers and like were the last to suspect the strange darknesses that their women encountered when they fucked. But Jeff knew about a lot of them. He had tasted a lot of darkness in his fucking of the women of Victory. And Jeff sensed that there were even more darknesses that he had not encountered in those women.
The blond, muscled, young stud walked to Kitty Blake's house and went to the front door and knocked on that door.
The girl answered it quickly. She was wearing a pair of shorts and a T-shirt and she looked sexy and cute as she beamed up at him and opened the door wide for him.
He entered the house easily. He figured that she knew why he had come.
"Jeff," Kitty said, closing the door and smiling at him, "I have not seen you in the longest time. I thought for sure that you had forgotten all about me."
"I couldn't forget about you, Kitty," the young stud assured her as he pulled her to him and put his arms around her.
He kissed her lightly on the lips and then he asked the question.
"Is your father home, Kitty?"
"No," she said grinning. "Did you come here to fuck me?"
And Kitty's cheerful gaze told Jeff Morrison that she hoped that he had come there to fuck her. That was the kind of girl that Kitty was, he thought, honest and sexy and straight-forward. He wished all girls could be like her.
If they were, he thought, it would make his job as a seducer all that easier. He hated to play games with females. He preferred the ones who wanted the fucking as much as he did.
"Sure," he said with a grin. "I started thinking about you this morning, Kitty, and I just got so horny that I thought I was going to die. You are one of the best in Victory, maybe even the best, and I could not live another day without getting a little of your sweetness on my cock."
"Jeff," the girl said playfully, "you are such a charming devil. Why you could talk a girl's pants right off her. You know that?"
"I hope I can talk your pants right off you, Kitty."
And then the two, light-haired teen-agers held each other and looked into each other's eyes.
And they laughed at the sexy joke that they had shared.
Of course, she would fuck him, Kitty thought. No woman in Victory could resist the advances of Jeff Morrison. She had heard the stories about him, about the way that he was almost single-handedly servicing all the horny females in the town. Better, she thought, to say that he was doing it single-prickedly. After all, Jeff had only one cock. But it always seemed to be hard and ready to go.
She moved against the boy right then and felt the hardness in his shorts. Then she stepped back and took a good look at sexy and young and strong Jeff Morrison.
He was wearing what had become his uniform for the summer, his running shorts and his running shoes and his sleeveless, white T-shirt.
And his strong body seemed to pulse inside those clothes like a mountain that was about to explode.
Jeff was going to college in the fall on a track scholarship and he ran every morning and every afternoon.
He was a long-distance runner, but he was certainly not lonely. He had all the women in the town gasping after him as he ran by the little houses on the quiet side-streets of Victory. Just about any female in that little town would have welcomed his cock into her cunt, she thought.
And Kitty considered herself very lucky to have him with her on this afternoon.
"Let's go into my bedroom," she said softly, "and get this show on the road, you stud."
He laughed and held her hand as they walked into her bedroom.
Jeff Morrison did not worry about anyone catching them in there.
He did not worry about her father coming home early and finding him fucking his blonde, sexy daughter.
The young stud knew that Leo Blake was so strange that he might not even notice a boy fucking his daughter, even if he did catch the two of them in the act.
And Jeff was working on his good luck too. He had fucked girls and women, married women and girls with protective fathers, and he had never been caught doing it. He figured that his good luck would certainly not desert him now, not with Kitty Blake, the daughter of the strange assistant coroner.
The boy was almost brazen in his belief in his own good luck at fucking.
And he liked to communicate that brazenness to women, and he liked to let them know that he did not care about anything except their sweet cunts. He knew that that made the women feel better, more important, less lonely in this small-town world.
By now, Jeff Morrison was an expert at killing loneliness in women, at least for an afternoon.
The two teen-agers moved into the bedroom and Kitty pulled away from Jeff and matched his brazen, lucky attitude with her own hot and horny lust for that boy. She quickly pulled her T-shirt off and showed him her firm, round tits.
Jeff took the cute cue and pulled his T-shirt off too.
Then he grabbed her and pulled her toward him and kissed her with passion.
She opened her mouth and let his tongue move into her as her tits smashed against his bare, muscled, tanned chest.
The blond, stud track-star had a runner's body, with a firm, large chest and muscled legs and thin arms.
In many ways, he looked like a boy. In other ways, he was a man.
And it was that contrast of boyishness and masculine appeal that worked on Kitty and made her cunt secrete warm juices as he kissed her. She was certain that that same contrast worked on other women as well.
Jeff held her close and kissed her face and her neck. She was cool and damp and he liked that.
He also liked that first feel of bare tit against bare chest.
No matter how many times he fucked women, no matter how many-tits he felt against his chest, he always liked that first touch of forbidden flesh on forbidden flesh the most. It thrilled him to feel that softness of her tits against his strong chest, against his own hardness, and he knew that something else was getting hard too as he kissed her cool, damp flesh.
His cock was getting harder and harder in his running shorts.
Kitty felt that hardness as she moved her body against Jeffs and she liked that hardness too. She wanted to feel and see more of it, so she tore herself out of his arms and moved across the room and started to shimmy out of her shorts. Jeff watched her with eager and joyous eyes as she bared her body for him, as she showed him her naked sexiness.
When she was nude, she turned and looked at him and danced a few sexy steps for him and then she announced to him her own need, her own yearning, in a soft and sensual voice.
"I want to see you naked too," she said. "Show me your body, Jeff."
The young, blond stud moved to a chair and put his feet up on that chair and unlaced his running shoes.
He slipped out of them and then pulled his socks down.
When she saw those feet, those strong and young and handsome feet, Kitty sighed.
But she waited for him to show her all of his body, waited even after she had decided how she would start this sexy, afternoon fuck-session with the boy wonder of Victory, Missouri.
Jeff turned his back to her to tempt her and tease her a little bit, and, with his back turned, he pushed down his running shorts and showed her his firm ass before he moved to show her what she was really interested in, his cock, his meaty and hardening prick.
She watched as he moved out of his shorts and then she sighed as he stood there for a few seconds with his back turned to her and turned his head and grinned at her boyishly over his strong and tanned shoulder.
"Oh, God, Jeff," she sighed. "Show me. Show me that cock."
She had had so many since his prick that she really did not remember what his cock looked like, but she knew that it was good and handsome and sexy and strong and she knew that Jeff used that cock like a pro, just as she used her cunt as a pro too.
Jeff turned and showed him her cock as if he expected a spotlight to shine on it.
And she wished that a spotlight had beamed onto the cock when she saw it, because she thought that that prick was worthy of stardom.
It was long and thick and it hung like a heavy piece of meat between his legs and it was hardening, jerking upwards. She liked the looks of that thing.
As she studied it, she reached up and touched her tit with her hand.
And, for a moment, she almost forgot the decision that she had made just a few seconds earlier, the decision about what would be the best way to start this fuck-session.
Then that idea came to her again and she knew that she would carry through with it.
Kitty dropped to her knees and lowered herself down until she could crawl on her hands and knees toward him. Her tits swayed under her as she crawled and she felt like a dog, like a cute, sexy dog. She liked feeling that way. She wanted to be Jeff Morrison's special, little lap-dog.
She crawled toward him as he stood there naked and, when she was right in front of him, she lowered her face to his strong and masculine feet and stuck out her quick, pink tongue and licked those feet with relish. Her dog-soul jumped in her body and made her skin tingle as she licked the feet.
And --then she lay down on the floor, lay down and smashed her tits against the floor of her bedroom.
She licked the feet with even more relish, tasting the saltiness of those feet.
She ran her tongue over his toes and up the tops of his feet and she went them down with her own saliva.
Jeff looked down on her as she did that and marveled at the way that she was losing herself, becoming slave-like, animal-like in front of him. And he could not help himself. He responded to that animal-like devotion that she showed towards him. His cock grew harder and he wrapped his hand around his stiffening shaft as she worked her way up his body, up his legs. She licked his legs with her tongue and moved from one to the other, licking quickly until she reached his knees.
She was holding onto his legs, caressing the muscles in those runner's limbs with her fingers as she licked his knees and felt the power of the runner in Jeff. She worshipped that power like a slave, like a dog, like a bitch dog, she thought.
Kitty looked up at him and sighed to him and made a request that she knew Jeff could not deny.
How could any stud deny a sexy bitch-dog such as Kitty.
"Call me names," she said. "Call me vile names. Call me a bitch-dog."
And then she went back to licking his muscled, tight, warm legs. She licked the tanned flesh and waited for those names to fall on her ears and thrill her as they always did.
The names would make everything sweeter, she thought.
"Bitch-dog," he muttered with fake scorn in his voice. "Worthless bitch. Slut. Young, sexy whore."
By now, Jeff was used to these kind of requests. Kitty was not the only female who made such a request of him.
But she had been the first. He still thought that such requests were vaguely crazy, but he knew that some women in Victory needed to be treated harshly in order to enjoy the sexiness of such hot moments.
And he figured that he must be vaguely crazy too. After all, the young stud thought, when he called women by such names, his cock did get harder. Something in the names turned him on too. He could not figure that one out, but he did not really worry that much about it.
He liked being turned on too much to worry about such things.
And he liked the way that such women--women who craved his abuse and his vile names--fucked him and relieved him of his horniness when he gave them what they wanted and what he wanted too.
Jeff Morrison continued to use that vile-language on Kitty Blake with a relish in his voice.
"Fucking slut. Worthless, little whore. Piece of d6g-shit. You fucking, sexy turd."
She licked his legs and listened to the words that made her skin tingle with dog-lust.
This boy really knew how to treat a slut, really knew how to make a girl feel like a real girl, she thought.
Kitty worked her dog-mouth and her dog-tongue up to Jeffs thighs and licked them.
But she kept looking at the way that his cock was reacting to her licking. She kept looking at the way that his cock was hardening and stiffening there in front of her.
He looked good, very good, and that cock was strong and masculine. She wanted to taste that prick. She had had a lot of cocks in her mouth--even her own father's prick. But she could never get over the fine taste of shaft, the fine taste that came to her whenever she put a prick in her mouth for the first time in a fuck-session.
His legs were wet with her own saliva and she still had more to spare, to use on his manly but boyish rod. Kitty concentrated on that cock for a second and then she wrapped her fingers around the cock and stroked it and felt it pulse in her hand.
Then the teen-aged blonde knew that it was time for that ultimate, that first taste of good, clean cock-flesh. She opened her lips and moved them over the pink tip of the shaft and pressed her mouth tightly but softly around the throbbing member. She tasted the sweetness again and her mind seemed to explode with the lust that she felt for this boy who knew just how to treat a worthless, father-fucking bitch such as herself.
She sucked on his cock with a fire in her throat.
She worked her lips back and forth on the thing and felt the hardening prick batter the back of her throat. She worked feverishly. She could not get enough of that cock, of that wonderful fresh and tasty meat.
As she sucked with such slave-like diligence, Jeff Morrison touched her soft, blonde hair and continued to curse her in just the way that she wanted him to do.
"You shitty slut. Fucking whore. Worthless piece of shit. Goddamn cunt."
And the words added to the fire in her head as she sucked on his prick.
She took her mouth off the cock and held it in her fist and licked the side of the organ. Then she smiled up at him and spoke to him softly.
"Come on my face, Jeff. I want you to come on my face and in my mouth. I want that from you first. Then I will get you up again and we can fuck and fuck and fuck, if you want."
"Sure, you little slut," the boy groaned with a grin on his face.
She wanted him to come on her, to show how dog-like she was. She wanted to accept his come and let it wash over her like a fine, summer rain. That was what she deserved, she thought. She fucked her own father and she deserved harsh and brutal treatment from every other man that she fucked-the same kind of treatment that she got from her own father.
Kitty ran her tongue down the side of the boyish, hard shaft.
And then she lifted the cock and licked the balls and felt them pulse with vigor under her girlish touch.
She continued to stroke the cock and, every few seconds, she would look up at him and smile to show him the lust that she felt in her own girlish spirit, to show him just how much she needed this refreshing shot of come that he was going to give her in just a few seconds.
She had not felt like this in a long time, she thought.
She wallowed in the whore-like, dog-like feeling that covered her now.
She wanted to feel more like a whore, to have this boy answer all the whorish questions in her soul.
And then, as she licked that cock, she thought of the other things that she wanted from Jeff Morrison, the boy stud of Victory.
She would not make her request now, she thought, but she would keep it in mind.
And, when this sucking, coming session was over, she would ask him to do it for her.
She was certain that Jeff Morrison would not deny her, not after she gave him such a fine and sexy cock-sucking.
She let the shaft come back into her mouth and sucked on it and felt the cock pulse and quake under her lips.
Kitty knew that he was going to come at any second now, and she wanted that come.
She wanted to be showered with that warm, white cock-come. She wanted to feel that heat on her face. She wanted to be his special, little whore on this special, summer afternoon. She sucked on Jeffs prick diligently and quickly and lovingly, using her lips and her tongue and her teeth to thrill him.
And then she felt that cock begin to explode in her mouth.
She caught the first bits of come in her mouth and let them roll like sweet honey down her girlish throat.
But then she quickly took her mouth off the prick.
She stroked it with her hand and let the exploding, volcanic prick fire its warm juices right onto her face.
She accepted his come onto her fresh face and felt even fresher, like a fresh whore of spring.
She opened her mouth and caught some of that come on her lips and licked her lips so that she could taste some more of Jeff Morrison's masculine sweetness. She let the come roll down her face and she took some of that semen onto her throat too, letting it warm her from the outside as the honeyed come was warming the inside of her throat too.
She loved it all and she stroked him and milked him until he was empty, until he was finished with his strong, young orgasm of lust.
Then she let go of his cock and she looked up at him with his come still shimmering on her face.
He looked down at her and smiled, breathing hard as the tension moved out of his body, the tension that she had put there and then released from him too.
She was the perfect, little whore, he thought.
And, with the come all over her face, his come, Kitty looked up at him and knew that he would not be able to deny her what she wanted from him now.
"Go get your friends," she said, "all of your friends and bring them to me."
"Huh?" he asked. He was not certain that he had heard her correctly.
"I want you to go get all of your friends and bring them to me and let them work on me, fuck me. I want all the boys and men in Victory that you know to fuck me this afternoon.
"I know a lot of guys," he said softly.
"Bring all that you can find, Jeff. Please. I will let you fuck me first, but I want all of them."
He shrugged his tanned shoulders and grinned down at her.
"All right, Kitty," he said.
And then he turned and started to get dressed so that he could go out and get all of his friends.
She wanted all of them on this afternoon, she wanted dozens of men to come and fuck her, old men and young men, rich men and poor men, fat men and skinny men. She did not care who they were, as long as they had cocks to fuck her and come to give her.
Kitty Blake had never felt more like a little whore in her whole life.
She was not sure what had brought about this great whorish feeling in her heart, why she suddenly wanted to fuck all the men that she could, one after another, until she had drained them all.
But she knew that she felt like a real, little whore, and she wanted to share her whorishness with all of the men that Jeff Morrison, could find for her. She wanted to be the greatest, little, fucking whore in Victory. She wanted to be legendary in that little town.
And she knew that Jeff Morrison would not fail her. She knew that he would go out and find many men and bring them to her house and she would fuck them all. She would fuck Jeff first, just as she had promised him, she thought.
She would fuck him to thank him for his part in making her legend.
And then she would share her legendary whorishness with every man that she could.
She knew that she could do it, that she could stand the constant fucking, even if it lasted for days.
A girl who had fucked her own father, she thought, could stand anything.
She was her father's daughter and she was a little whore and she would make sure that everyone knew about it.
As she watched Jeff Morrison leave her bedroom and her house, Kitty knelt there and thanked him silently and thanked the whorish feeling in her spirit.
That feeling would make her name legend. They would be talking about Kitty Blake in Victory for generations to come, she thought.
And they would be praising her whorishness for years and years and years.