Chapter 5
Leo Blake was still wandering through the town, nothing in particular to do that day.
He was beginning to wonder why he had called in sick at work, since he had had nothing planned. The assistant coroner just knew that it was one of those days--one of those days when he could not stand the thought of being locked into a schedule of work, when he could not stand the thought of working around all those dead people.
But the people that he saw on the streets of Victory on that June afternoon looked just as dead to him as the people that he worked with in the morgue. He wondered if he would ever be able to escape that deadliness that seemed to be all over this town. Perhaps, he thought, it was all over the world by now.
About one p.m., he picked up a newspaper and went into a little coffee shop to eat lunch and read the paper.
He did not usually care about the news, but he looked at the paper intently on this afternoon, trying to find out the secret to all that deadliness. He knew about journalists. They would not tell him the truth about the deadliness, but Leo thought that he could find some answer if he read closely and put things together and read between the lines of the newspaper.
The headlines seemed to tell him something and he tried to figure out what that something was.
"Cubans quiet after riot at Chaffee." "Singer files suit against manager." "Council decides on new sewer system." "President announces plan to curb inflation."
"Candidate says senator is a crook."
"Famous composer dead at age 73."
That was it! That was the story that would give him the truth!
Leo Blake read it carefully, trying to Figure out all the meanings of each word in the short item on an inside page. He knew that the newspaper editors had played down the article on purpose, so as not to alert the populace to the truth that filled the story and reverberated from it like an echo in a mountain canyon.
"Seamus McTeague, an Irish-born composer and author of such musical hits as "Did Your Father Fight for Ireland," was found dead Saturday morning at his home in Dublin."
Ireland, Leo Blake thought. Ireland was the place without snakes, without serpents. But it was not without violence and death, the assistant coroner thought. No one could escape death, not even in Ireland, that green and fertile country of the lilting brogue.
"McTeague had been ill for some time," the report said.
Of course, he had been ill, the assistant coroner thought. He would have to be ill when he thought about the lack of real music in today's world. No one sang those lilting sounds any more. The radio stations blared out the mum bo-jumbo that passed for music today, but that stuff did not lilt, did not have that fine sound that Irish songs had.
Another short paragraph in the article caught the assistant coroner's eye. . "For the past few years, the composer has been putting to music some of the more obscure works of Irish writer, James Joyce. None of those songs have been recorded, and record producers say that they really made no sense at all."
Bastards! Leo Blake's brain screamed at those stupid record producers.
Didn't they see that to make sense in the modern world something had to make no sense at all?
No, they were too stupid to see something like that.
Leo Blake was working up a good fury about those record producers and considering going home to work his fury out on Kitty, his daughter, when he heard a girl speak to him.
"Doctor Blake?" the girl asked.
He put the • paper down and looked up at the girl who stood there at the side of his table. She was a young girl, about seventeen, and she had long, dark hair. She looked familiar, but Leo could not place her at that moment.
"Hello, Doctor Blake," the girl said. "I am Wanda Jackson. I am a friend of Kitty's."
"Oh, yes, Wanda," the assistant coroner said, smiling at the girl.
The dark-haired teen-ager looked very sweet and sexy as she stood there in her shorts and loose blouse. Leo wondered why she had come over to speak to him. He had seen her around the house sometimes when she had come over to visit Kitty, but he had never really spoken to her.
The simple fact was that Dr. Leo Blake was a little ashamed to even speak to any of his daughter's young friends. He was ashamed because he lusted after them in much the same way that he lusted after his own daughter. When he looked at a girl like Wanda, he felt guilty, felt as if he were betraying Kitty's love for him. But now Kitty was not around and he thought that it would be all right to at least talk to this girl.
"Won't you sit down, Wanda?" he asked courteously.
"Thank you, Doctor Blake," the girl said with a smile.
She sat down opposite him at the little table and Leo felt the lust in his system as he looked at her. She was really something, he thought.
She had dark skin and she looked vaguely like a gypsy, he thought. Her mouth was wide and red and sweet-looking and her eyes twinkled with dark, merry, girlish passion.
"How are you, Wanda?" he asked. "I have not seen you -around the house lately."
"I know," she said. "I have been out of town. I went with my parents to Florida for a couple of weeks."
Why had she sat down there to talk to the man?
The answer was simple. Wanda had just met Jeff Morrison about five minutes before. Jeff had told her that he was gathering up all of his friends, that Kitty Blake was going to fuck every man that he could find. Wanda had thought that that was kinky and sexy of Kitty. Wanda, like Kitty, had a bad reputation because she liked to fuck men too.
And Wanda wished now that she had come up with a crazy plan like Kitty's, She wished that she had the courage to go over to the Blake house and lie down next to Kitty on a bed and take on all the men of the town too. But she knew that to do that would not be fair to her friend. Kitty had come up with the plan and she deserved the fame that she was going to have around the town after this afternoon was over.
Arid then Wanda had come into this tittle coffee shop and had seen Kitty's father sitting there.
And the dark-haired beauty had come up with a plan of her own.
If Kitty was going to fuck the whole town, she thought, the least that she could do was fuck Kitty's father and keep him busy so that he would not be going home and interrupting Kitty's legendary act.
And she had always thought of the little man was strangely sexy in a lost sort of way.
Wanda could also tell by the way that he was looking at her that he thought that she was sexy too. She had been looked at that way by many men before, and she was sure that many other men would look at her that way before she grew old and haggard.
Before she grew old and haggard, she thought, she would like to have as many men and boys as possible in her pussy.
And she thought that this afternoon she would like to have Leo Blake fucking her.
"I just saw you sitting here," she said to Dr. Blake, "and I thought that you might like some company."
"Well, thank you, Wanda,"the man said, feeling very cheerful in her company. "I appreciate having a pretty girl to talk to on a nice afternoon like this."
"It is a nice afternoon, isn't it, Doctor Blake?"
"Please. Call me Leo."
"Leo."
"Yes, it is a very nice afternoon, and it has grown even nicer in the last few seconds, since you joined me here."
Wanda smiled at the man and batted her eyes at him. Leo felt his cock give a little jerk in his trousers. This girl" was really sexy, he thought. She had life in her, more life than he had seen in anyone all day.
He just wished that he could fuck her this afternoon, but, even as he thought that, Leo decided that he did not have much of a chance at that celestial thing. This girl would probably not be interested in a dried-up, old man like him. She could have all the young boys that she wanted there in Victory.
So he was surprised when she made her little proposition.
"I thought that it might be fun to go out by the lake this afternoon and sit for a little while the sun. Would you like to come with me, Doctor-uh, Leo?"
Leo could not believe his ears. This girl wanted to spend an afternoon by the lake with him?
"Certainly," he said, "I am not working today. I think it would be nice to spend some time at the lake with you, Wanda."
He said all of those things quickly, agreeing before she could change her mind and get up and leave him far behind her as she went out in search of youth and more life than Leo could offer her.
"Let's go," Wanda said. "I have a car. We will drive out there in my car, all right?"
"All right," Leo said.
As he paid his bill and walked out the door with Wanda, Leo remembered that he had not had a drink for hours, since early that morning, after his brutal session with his daughter. His body felt good and alive because it was not dulled with alcohol. Leo thought that, if he could have a girl like Wanda with him always, he would gladly give up drinking altogether.
She was driving a little sports car, a cute, little, yellow job.
When he saw that car, Leo remembered that Wanda's parents had a lot of money and that she was an only child, just as Kitty was an only child.
The father found himself wishing that he could buy his daughter a pretty, little sports car that was yellow like the sun.
And then he remembered that he had even refused to let Kitty learn to drive.
And Leo knew that he had been wrong in refusing his daughter that simple, teen-aged pleasure.
He got into the sportscar with Wanda and felt the wind blow through his hair as the car took off down the street. He felt happy and young with her, and he was heading for the lake. He had not been to the lake in years, since the happier times in his life when he and Molly and little Kitty had gone there for family picnics. That had been years ago, before things started to go wrong in his life.
But now he felt as if nothing could go wrong on this afternoon, not as long as he was with Wanda, not as long as she protected him with her dark-eyed, lively youth.
He wondered what other people would think if they saw him zooming through town in that little car with that sparkling, teen-aged girl. Would they think that Leo Blake had finally gotten some life into him again? Would the middle-aged men on the street envy him? Of course, they would. He glanced at the girl who drove with such a cheerful look on her face. Any middle-aged man would give up ten years of his life to spend one afternoon with this fiery, wealthy, gypsy girl, this girl so filled with youth and vitality.
No, he corrected his thoughts. They would not have to give up ten years of their lives.
Wanda would probably add ten years to a man's life in just one afternoon, add it with her youthful zest. It was impossible to be around the girl and not feel young and alive and well in this crazy, modern world.
Leo remembered that he had left his newspaper in the coffee shop. He had been searching for truth in that newspaper when she had walked up to him, but now he knew the truth. Or, at least, he was close to it. Wanda seemed to bubble over with youthful truth about the world, and he was certain that she would give him part of her truth before the afternoon was over. She seemed packed with truth, absolute and young truth.
Wanda kept glancing at the man as she drove to the lake. She knew by then that she would have no trouble with him. The man was slightly crazy, just as his daughter was, but it was a good kind of crazy, a sexy kind of crazy that Wanda responded to with happiness. She liked those crazy men. They were easy for her to handle and they were especially easy to fuck, she thought.
Those crazy men had some inhibitions, of course, but she could talk them out of those inhibitions in just a few seconds, with a few soft, obscene words, with a few touches of her hands on their crotches.
Wanda loved those crazy men. She wished that there were more of them in Victory.
When she graduated high school, the girl thought, she was going to move to a big city and find all the crazy men that she could. She was going to go a little crazy with those crazy men and she was going to have herself a ball.
She zoomed to the lake in her little car and stopped the car in one of her favorite spots.
It was a quiet, little place at the edge of the lake, a place that was covered with sunlight on this soft, summer day. She turned and grinned at Leo and moved out of the car.
Leo got out of the car too and walked with Wanda to the edge of the water. The girl looked around. There was no one else out there. It was a weekday afternoon. She figured that everyone else in Victory was working, earning their daily bread. Only she and Leo Blake were really free on this beautiful day.
She turned to Leo and grinned impishly as she asked him, "Do you swim?"
"Yes," he said, "but I haven't in a long time."
"You never forget, you know. Once you know, you never forget. It is like sex."
He laughed at her little joke and felt warm because he sensed that this girl had made such a joke on purpose. He let that joke sift through his mind, trying to figure out the truth of her statement, the young and vibrant truth of what she had said.
Once you learn, you never forget. Never forget. Never forget.
In Leo's mind, she seemed to be talking about more than just swimming or even sex.
She seemed to be talking about everything in the world, everything that a man could learn and never forget.
"Let's go swimming," the dark-haired beauty said cheerfully.
"But we don't have any suits," Leo muttered with a bit of fear and anxiety in his voice.
"There is nobody else around. Let's skinny-dip, Leo. It will be fun."
And she did not wait for him to agree with her. She knew that she had this man, her friend's father, under her control. He could not escape her and he would have to do what she told him to do.
She unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off. She was not wearing a bra.
Her tits were firm and pointed and Leo gasped and swallowed hard when he saw them.
And he watched with eager eyes as Wanda kicked off her shoes and loosened her shorts and pushed them down her long, dark legs. Then she turned around and grinned at him. "Come on, Leo," she said. "Be happy. Let's go swimming."
Be happy. That was the key, he thought. That was what he had learned once. He had once been happy, and he could not forget how to be happy. Once he had learned, he could never forget.
The man grinned at the girl and started to unbutton his shirt. He started to laugh as he stripped. He was truly happy, he thought, happy for the first time in a long time.
When Leo laughed, Wanda laughed with him, and the air was filled with young and happy sounds.
He took off his clothes quickly and- then Wanda reached back and took his hand.
Together, naked, they dashed into the lake. The water was cool and the sun was warm and they were very happy.
They released each other's hands and they swam. Wanda swam with a strong ease, cutting through the water. Leo used all of his strength to keep up with her, but he was able to keep up and that made him very proud of his masculine youth, the youth that was flashing back into him, the youth that she was giving him with her own youth.
He thought about his daughter and he sensed that their relationship would be different after this afternoon. But he did not know how it would be different. He just thought that he would better be able to relate to Kitty after spending the afternoon with her young friend and feeling that joy that he had forgotten in his life.
They swam to the middle of the lake and then they swam back and Wanda and Leo got out of the water and ran, laughing, to the soft grass that grew there by the lake.
Wanda lay down in the grass and let the sun warm her tits and her her cunt as Leo lay down next to her. She looked down at his cock. It was wet and looked fresh and sexy. She knew that he would not fight her. So she reached out and took him into her arms and kissed him, pulling him toward her.
They would fuck. There was no doubt about that.
But, before they fucked, there was something that Wanda had to know, something that had bothered her for the longest time. She had asked her parents about Leo Blake, about his lost sadness, and they had told him that something had happened to him years before, something that had_ caused him to give up being a doctor, to start drinking. That something had led him down the road to ruin. And Wanda felt that she had to know what that something was before she could fuck the man and help him regain something that he had lost. She wanted to help him regain that something. She wanted to help him and her friend, Kitty, by fucking the man and letting him know that life was still possible in the world, real and wonderful life.
"Why did you start to drink, Leo?" she asked softly, looking at him and holding him close to her.
She knew that he could not refuse to tell her, not after they had swam naked together.
"It was a tragedy," he said. "A secret tragedy."
"Tell me, Leo. I can keep your secret for you. I won't even tell Kitty. But I have to know what happened to you."
Leo did not say anything for a few seconds. He had not spoken of that secret tragedy for years.
But as he felt that girl's body against his he knew that he would have to speak of it now.
And he sensed that it would help him to speak of his secret tragedy.
"About seven years ago," he said softly, "there was an accident on the highway outside of town, a bloody automobile accident. I came driving by that accident right after it happened and I jumped out of the car to help those people who were moaning and screaming in that automobile. The car had run into a wall and it was smashed up terribly and the people were caught in the car. I was a doctor, and I was supposed to help them in any way that I could. I was supposed to remain calm under pressure."
He paused and felt the tears come into his eyes as he talked about it, but he also felt something else. He felt a certain freedom coming to him even then. He knew that the telling of this story in this situation, telling this fiery, lovely, dark, naked girl what had taken the youth from him, would somehow save him from his own desolation.
"There was a man and a woman and a little baby in that car. The baby was crying, and the woman was screaming for someone to save her child. I looked in that car and I saw that the man, who had been driving the car, was already dead. I won't tell you the gruesome details, but there was blood and terrible death everywhere in that car. I should have helped them, though. I could have saved the woman or, at least, the child. But I did not do anything. I just froze. I don't know why. I think it had something to do with all the noise, all the screaming and the crying. It pierced my brain like swords. I had to get away from that noise. I turned and I ran back to my car. There was no other car on the highway. It was after midnight, and I knew that no one had seen me stop. I just got in my car and drove away and left them screaming and crying there. I really did not even realize what I was doing. I did not think about anything until I parked my car in my driveway at home a few minutes later. Then I started to weep and I knew that I had failed as a doctor and as a human being. I read in the paper the next day that all three of them were dead when a trucker came along and found them and I knew that I had killed that woman and that baby, that I had murdered them. But I never told anyone about it, not any of my friends and not even my wife. I never told--" And then Leo started to weep like a baby and Wanda pulled his head toward her bare breast and held him close as he cried.
Leo cried and cried for several minutes, but Wanda continued to hold him, almost like a mother would hold a child. She wanted to do good for this man. She wanted to make his life happy and she thought that she was helping him by holding him as he drained himself of tears.
Then Leo Blake stopped crying and looked up at his daughter's girlfriend and smiled.
"I feel better now," he said, "much better. It is good to tell someone your secrets."
"Yes," Wanda said. "It is good to tell someone. That way it does not hurt that much any longer. That way you do not feel so alone."
Of course, Leo had another secret that he could tell the girl if he wanted to.
And he wondered if he should tell her about the things that he did with Kitty.
No, he finally decided, that would be too much for her on this sunny afternoon.
One secret at a time, he thought, one secret at a time.
He needed something more from her now. Now that he had told her his secret and felt the tears wash the bitterness and the loss out of him, he needed to fuck her.
And Leo Blake knew that he would be able to fuck this girl with love, not with wrath, that he would be able to be gentle with her, gentle and caring, like a man should be with a girl.
He lifted his face and kissed Wanda passionately on her wide, red lips.
And she turned and moved with him there on the soft, green grass, there on the good earth.
The girl and the man held each other close and tumbled on that good earth.
They turned over and over and they started to laugh as they rolled in the grass.
Leo felt his cock getting hard and she felt it too. It was locked between them and they trapped it with their own, wet, naked bodies. Leo liked to feel it trapped in there. He wondered if his new, youthful cock, filled with the youth and the happiness that this girl had given him, could escape the hold that they had put on the thing.
Then they stopped rolling, and he knew that they would not allow the cock to force them open. Like lazy but good-natured prison guards, they would let the prisoner escape.
Wanda moved off the man's body and the cock jerked up with a mighty force.
But it not quite hard enough to fuck just yet.
Wanda knew how to get it that hard, knew what she wanted to do for this man--the father of her friend, the man who had suffered so much in his life.
She slid down his wet body and moved her face over his loins.
She opened her wide, red mouth and sucked that prick into her mouth with a girlish, almost lazy motion. And Leo sighed as he did that. He looked down and he saw her raised her legs up behind her and he thought that she looked like a little girl at that moment, a little girl who was lazily sucking on a cool piece of candy on a hot summer afternoon.
He liked thinking of her that way. She was his daughter's friend and she did not know it but she was changing his relationship with Kitty even at that moment. She was changing his relationship with all women by letting him work out his secret on her and letting him fuck her with lust and not wrath.
She sucked on the pole with a nice, cool motion of her red lips, and the cock got bigger and stronger there in the caverns of her wet insides. There were other caverns to her too, Leo thought. And soon that cock would be exploring those caverns too, soon that cock would be filling her pussy with delight and power and happy, manly force. She wanted it and he wanted it too.
They were like two new people, people risen newly from the good earth and wallowing there on their mother, the earth, in the bright, warm sunlight of the summer's day.
Wanda took her mouth off Leo's cock and kissed it softly with her lips. Then she moved onto her back and she pressed her finger against her own wet pussy and she sighed to him with words of girlish lust, words that sounded like a new and happy language to Leo.
"Fuck me, Leo," she said. "Fuck me and make me happy with your happiness."
And she was right. He was happy now and he was going to make her happy by fucking her and giving her what she needed as much as he did. She was such a sexy teen-ager and she was so filled with life and Leo felt filled with life and youth and sexiness too as he moved over and felt her legs go up and around his body as his hard cock--the prick that she had sucked so well--slipped into her warm, wet, young pussy.
He slid into her easily, with lust in his heart, and he heard her whimper as he invaded her.
This was the way that fucking should be, he thought, soft and yet hard, passionate and yet gentle too.
He had forgotten that over the years that he had been brutalizing Kitty.
But, like Wanda had said, once you learn you never really forget.
And now that he was reminded of the way that fucking should be when it was really good, Leo Blake knew that he would be able to fuck her with a manly passion that did not hurt but only fulfilled--both her and him.
And the good doctor determined that he would fuck his daughter that way too and show her just how good gentle and passionate sex could be. He would not treat Kitty like a slut or a whore. He would treat her like a lover. He just hoped that it was not too late to un-do the damage that he had already done to his blonde daughter's tortured soul.
He started to fuck Wanda, move his cock deep in her and then pull it back again. He fucked her slowly and gently and regularly as the girl heaved on the good earth and tightened her legs around him and sighed to him with her own soft passion.
"Leo, you fuck so well. Oh, good, Leo. That is good fucking."
And Leo was happy that he was making her happy, was pleasing her with his cock.
The two of them rocked on the ground as Wanda curled her body and took all of Leo's stiff prick into her deep, wet, young cunt. She sighed and tensed her body and then relaxed and she matched the fucking rhythm that Leo gave her with her own girlish rhythm.
It was the perfect kind of slow, peaceful, almost lazy fucking, perfect for such a warm and bright and lazy summer's day.
Their bodies were still wet from the water in the lake.
But then another wetness took over their bodies, the wetness of sexy sweat. The drops of perspiration dropped from Leo's thin body to Wanda's and he watched that perspiration mix with her own in the shining light of the sun. Wanda sighed and reached up and put her hands on his shoulders and then she requested a new kind of fucking, a fucking that would get them both off.
"Now, faster, Leo," she said, grinning up at him as his cock stuffed her pussy, "faster and harder and deeper. I want you to come in me and I want to come too."
And it was such a sexy suggestion that Leo could not refuse her. He knew that she was right. She was the one who had given him this new, youthful, almost innocent vigor, and she would not lead him astray.
He speeded up his fucking and drove into her pussy, deeper and harder than before.
And he felt even more manly as he did that, as he fucked her just the way that she had told him to fuck her. It was wonderful to feel that wet snatch grab onto his cock, he thought. It was as if her cunt had a mind of its own and wanted to keep his cock in her forever and ever.
Wanda growled with girlish passion and again matched his fucking rhythm, the new speed and the new roughness that charged into her. She tossed and rolled there" on the ground and she spoke to him with a voice that was newly hoarse, but sweet too.
"Oh, yes, Leo," she gasped. "Fuck me. Fuck my pussy. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me."
And he fucked her with everything that he had to offer. He knew that it would be enough. He had gotten so much from her, learned so much from her, that he knew he could please her in this harsh and manly way, this rough but sweet way.
He growled and chortled deep in his throat and he slammed his cock into her as he felt his cock pulsing. He knew that he was going to erupt in her at any second. And so he warned her, told her that he was nearing the climax of this summer afternoon.
"I am going to come, Wanda," he sighed.
"Yes, come in me, Leo. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me just like you fuck Kitty."
And Leo was shocked for a second, shocked that she knew about what he did with his daughter. But he was too nearly gone with his own fucking to stop. His cock slammed into her again and again. He fucked her with passion and wondered how many others knew-- And then he came. He came with a growling sound and a tensing of his ass as he slammed the prick deep into Wanda and shot his hot come into her insides. She twisted on that ground and came too, shivering and sighing and feeling the heat and the coolness and the other things that a girl feels when she reaches her own orgasm.
This man fucked his own daughter, fucked Kitty as he had just fucked her, she thought. And thinking that made her orgasm even greater.
But what Leo was thinking as he shot his wad into her contrasted with her own heated thoughts.
He was thinking that the fucking that he had given this girl had not really been like the ones that he had shared with- his daughter at all. Even at Ins roughest point in the fucking, he had not been cruel to Wanda, as he had been so cruel to Kitty. Even as his most manly, he had still been a lover. He had not struck the girl or beaten her. He had given her only young lust and come deep in her pussy.
When the fucking was over, Leo pulled his cock out of her and dropped on Wanda's dark and sexy body.
And then he had time and energy and enough mental force to ask her the question.
"How did you know? How did you know about me and Kitty?"
"Kitty told me," Wanda said. "She did not tell me the details. She just mentioned it one night."
"Does she hate me for doing it to her?" Leo asked like a worried father. .
"No, Leo, Kitty doesn't hate you," Wanda assured him.
"She doesn't? She has every right to hate me, you know."
"She loves you Leo. She is glad that she decided to stay with you and not go with her mother. She loves you very much, Leo. And I think it is nice that you fuck her. Sometimes I wish that my father would fuck me, but he is too busy making money to even fuck my mother any longer."
Leo lay on her body and knew that this girl did not know everything.
He knew that some of the things he had done to his daughter were not nice at all.
And he resolved again to go back home and show Kitty just how good sex could be, peaceful and passionate sex, not the brutal sex that he had shown her before..
He just hoped that it was not too late to save her.
He just hoped that he could show her that he could be a truly loving father once again.
He would fuck her with gentleness, just as he had fucked Wanda, he decided.
And then he would sit down with her and listen to some music, to a record player, like the man with the daughter in the advertisement that he had once seen. That would show Kitty that he had changed, that he had become a good father once again.
He would stop on the way home and buy a little record player for her and some albums.
They would be a gift for her, a gift to a good daughter from her loving father.
Leo lay on Wanda's wet and sexy body and hoped again that it was not too late.
Chapter-Six
Kitty had lost count.
She did not remember if this made ten or eleven men who had been in her pussy already.
But she figured that it did not make any difference, since she did not even know this man at all from Adam. She had never seen him around Victory, and, now, as she rode his body with his cock stuck up her pussy, she looked down at him and she sighed out the question.
"Where did you come from?"
"What?" the man moaned, fucking her with passion, working his hips up and down and piercing her with his sword.
"Where did you come from? I don't remember seeing you before."
"I was just passing through," the man said. "I am a salesman. Hope it is all right."
"Sure," she said, feeling the cock drive into her pussy. "Sure it is all right."
The man had a cock and that cock was hard, just like the other cocks that waited for her. The other men were sitting around the living room and smoking cigarettes and talking and some of them were even standing outside, waiting their turns. They all had cocks, and Kitty was making history with those cocks.
Sure, she thought, it was all right that this salesman had joined them, had become a part of history on a day when he was just passing through this small Missouri town. He would probably tell all of his friends about it back in his office in a few days and the friends would not believe him.
It would be too good to believe, Kitty thought, but it would be true, as true as true as history itself.
Jeff had found forty-six men and boys, he had told Kitty when he had fucked her.
Just as she had promised the blond stud, he was the first in her pussy that afternoon.
But now she knew that there were more than forty-six out there.
The word had spread through all the pool halls .and taverns in town that Kitty Blake was making history that day and the men had come running. She thought that she might fuck a hundred of them by the time that this day was finished.
And the teen-ager wondered if she could really make it through all of them.
She wanted to make it through all the men who wanted her, but she was already getting very tired and she was only at ten--or was it eleven?
She decided that she would have to take a quick shower after this one, though. She was sticky with sweat and come, and she knew that those men would wait out there.
She heard a man yell outside the door to some other man.
"Take a number! You have to have a number! We are doing it by the fucking numbers! Jeff, make up a number for this fellow!"
And she picked out other cries of good fellowship as she fucked away in the bedroom. "Charlie, haven't seen you in a coon's age!" "When did you get out of jail, Merle?"
"Let me see that new tattoo you got there. Buddy."
"Yeah, it's true. The little slut is taken all of us on."
When she heard a man call her that, she sighed and knew that he was right.
And she knew that she was proving it to every man in Victory today.
Kitty felt as if some she had taken off some disguise that she had been wearing all of her life. She had shown a few boys and men her true self, but she had never shown her real form to so many men at once. She was amazed that so many wanted to see her for what she really was. She would have thought that at least some of them would have staggered back in horror at the sight of her sluttish form, staggered back with their hands over their eyes, afraid to look because they knew that this much truth would make them blind. But no one had staggered back yet. They had all been content to let her suck their cocks and then fuck them.
"I'm going come," the man who had just been passing through growled.
"Well, come, goddamnit," she said, slurring her words with a tired sort of lust. "Come in my cunt pussy and then get back to your fucking selling."
The salesman growled and tossed and held her down on his cock and came in her pussy, came with a few short shots.
A few minutes, he had putting on his clothes and he turned to her with his wallet in his hand.
"How much do I owe you, honey?" he asked.
Kitty's face turned red with anger and she bounced off the bed and almost attacked him right then and there.
"Listen, fucker," she snarled angrily. "I am a slut. But I am not a fucking prostitute. I don't want your shitty money. Get the fuck out of here."
And then she stormed by him and opened the door and looked over the sea of male faces. All of those faces were leering at her naked body.
"Gotta take a quick shower, boys," she said. "But I will take up right where I left off in five minutes."
Then Kitty saw Jeff Morrison sitting there and she knew that she had put him in charge in a special sort of way. So she asked him the question that was most on her mind at that very moment.
"Jeff," she asked, "which one was that, ten or eleven?"
"Jesus, Kitty," the young stud said with a grin. "That was number sixteen."- "Sixteen," she repeated, surprised at her own ability. No wonder she needed a shower. "Must have dozed off there for a minute."
And some of the men who were standing close to her laughed at that.
One of them reached out and touched her bare tit as she moved toward the bathroom.
But somebody yelled at that grabber.
"Hey, fucker, wait your fucking turn!"
Kitty stood naked at the door to the bathroom and looked back at Jeff.
"Get number seventeen in there," she said.
And then Jeff stood up and started to call across the rooms of the house.
"Number seventeen'! Number seventeen!"
Mister Steiner, the little Jewish grocer with the thick glasses, looked down at his slip of paper and then fought his way through the crowd.
"Seventeen. Seventeen," he gasped. "That is me. That is me for sure."
"Let me see your paper," Jeff said.
Kitty tried the knob to the bathroom door and found it locked. She banged on that door.
"Hey, let me in there, fucker!" she yelled. "I need to take a shower!"
She heard the toilet flush and then the door came open as a man stood there, fastening his pants and mumbling.
"Fuck," he said, not even noticing the naked girl as she moved past him into the little room. "Can't even answer the call of nature in this lucking mad-house."
Kitty pushed the man out of the way and slammed the door and shut it.
And then she almost collapsed on that bathroom floor. She staggered back and sat down on the bathtub and knew that that man had been right. It was a madhouse out there. Jeff was trying to keep control of the chaos, but there were just so many of them out there and they were all waiting. If she did not hurry, she thought, they would lose their patience and then they would start tearing stuff up. She did not want that to happen. She did not want her father's things destroyed.
She stood up and turned on the water in the shower and stepped into it. The water felt good as it pulsed over her naked body and cleansed her and eased her. She closed her eyes and let the ease run through her.
Kitty was suffering a little bit. She had to admit that to herself.
But a girl had to suffer just a little bit in order to make history, even in a small town like Victory, which did not have much history at all.
The truth was that she had not expected so many of them. She thought that Jeff would be able to find ten or twenty men, but there must be a hundred of them out there and she knew that there would be more, too. She knew that when the plants changed shifts other men, working men would hear about her race for historical recognition and they would come over to the house by the dozens.
Kitty did not know how many of them she could take, but she determined to fuck men until the last bit of strength was sapped from her body.
But she had to get out there and get to work, she thought.
She turned off the shower and reached for a towel and quickly dried her naked body.
Then she moved with more ease to the bathroom door and opened it. She moved through the crowd of cheering men and waved at them as she headed back to her bedroom, the room where history was being made.
Jeff looked up at her and spoke as she went by him.
"Mister Steiner had to leave suddenly. He had to sign for a shipment of meat."
"Oh," the girl sighed, "that's too bad. He was sort of cute."
"Well, I sent number eighteen in there. He should be ready for you now."
"Okay, Jeff," Kitty said, bending over and kissing the boy's hairless cheek. "You are a real darling."
"So are you, Kitty," he said.
She opened the door and looked into the room. She paused and looked at the man who stood there naked, waiting for her.
It was Jim Jenson, the father of her friend, Wanda.
"Hi, Kitty," the man said, smiling at her in a strange way. He was very friendly, the girl thought, too friendly to be standing there naked. He was the father of her best friend and he was speaking to her as if he had just run into her at the supermarket.
She was a little angry with him. He was Jim Jackson. He should not have come here and taken a number, she thought. He was too good for that in Kitty's mind.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" she asked, letting the anger show in her voice.
"I heard about what you were doing and I thought that I would--" "Jesus, Mister Jenson, I don't know if I can do this with you. I mean, you are Wanda's father."
And then it was Jim Jenson's turn to get angry. He growled at the little blonde in his naked fury.
"Listen, you little bitch. You are fucking all those other guys and you can sure as hell fuck me too. I know about you and I figure my daughter is a whore too. But I won't fuck her.
I couldn't do that. I can fuck you, though. I got my number and I am fucking you, Kitty." He could not fuck his own daughter. Kitty wondered why he had said that.
Had Wanda told her father about what Kitty and her father did on some mornings when Leo-No, the blonde thought. She could trust her friend.
And she knew that Jim Jenson was right in a way. He did have his number, and she could not reject him.
After all, she knew most of the other men out there who were waiting to fuck her.
Jim Jenson was really no different from any of the others.
"All right," the teen-ager sighed, surrendering to the man's wrath. "Let's do it. How do you want to start?"
Jim Jenson stood there and grinned and pointed' at his meaty cock. She knew what that meant.
Why did they all want their cocks sucked first? She wondered that. She would have thought that many of those men would have been erect when they got into the room, would have been hot to fuck her just with the excitement of the historical event. But, no, everyone wanted his cock sucked. It was like part of her duty, the blonde thought. That is the way that the men who entered her bedroom seemed to look at it She guessed that it was part of her duty, her duty as a slut.
The girl moved toward the naked man and dropped on her knees in front of him. She knew from experience that men liked to have their cocks sucked by girls who knelt before them when they stood up. It gave them a sense of power over the girl. And she guessed that they were right to want that sense of power. She certainly could not control those men who came into her room this afternoon. The only one who came close to controlling them was Jeff Morrison with his numbers that he made them take. Kitty felt like a servant-girl, a slave to every man in that fucking town.
And she was especially a slave to Jim Jenson at that moment. She could not get it out of her head.
As she lifted his cock and opened her mouth and moved toward that piece of male meat, she thought of it again.
This was the father of Wanda, her best friend in that town.
She thought about what Jim Jenson had said about his daughter and she hated the man for saying that. He had said that Wanda was a whore too, but Kitty knew that he was wrong. Wanda was not a whore or a slut like Kitty.
Sure, she fucked boys and she liked it but she did it with an eagerness and a life that kept her from being a whore. She did not have the same sense of her own failure as a woman that Kitty had.
Kitty knew that she deserved bad treatment from men.
But she also knew that Wanda deserved good and graceful fuckings, the kind that men gave to good women and good girls.
There was that very important difference between her and Wanda, but Kitty doubted that she would ever be able to figure out a way to explain that difference to Jim Jenson. The father would never know just how good his own daughter was.
The blonde pressed her soft lips around the man's cock and started to suck on it.
She put her hands on the back of his legs and she worked back and forth on that prick.
Kitty felt Jim Jenson touch her own blonde head, and she heard him moan as his cock got harder and harder.
Then the father of her best friend said something that shocked her and made her shiver with anger and fear for her own best friend. She heard the words and they seemed to echo through her tired and wasted head.
"Suck that cock, little girl. Suck Daddy's cock," Jim Jenson said. "Daddy wants to come in your fucking mouth, you little bitch. Suck Daddy's cock and let him come in your pretty, cock-sucking mouth."
Daddy? He was thinking that it was Wanda down there sucking on his cock!
And then it all became clear to the blonde who knelt there in front of the man.
That was why he had mentioned not being able to fuck his daughter. That was why he had really come there to make Kitty suck his cock. He had done it because Kitty was Wanda's best friend and he knew it.
That bastard wanted to fuck Wanda, but he did not have the courage to do it, Kitty thought.
So he was going to make Wanda's best friend suck his cock and he was going to close his eyes and make believe that it was his daughter down there, moving back and forth and feeling his meat harden and stiffen in her whorish mouth.
But Kitty was not Wanda! The blonde wanted to scream that out.
She wanted to tell the father that Wanda was better than she was. She wanted to tell him that she was a whore but that Wanda, his daughter Wanda, was a good girl, a girl who liked to fuck in a healthy, sexy way.
Kitty hated Jim Jenson for his fantasy about his own daughter.
And the blonde realized then that all fathers were alike. It was just that some of them, like her father, were crazy enough or courageous enough to go ahead and fuck the little sexpots that they had produced with their come and other fathers, like Jim Jenson, did not have the guts to go ahead and do what they wanted to do, to go ahead and fuck their daughters' pussies.
Kitty suddenly thought that her own father was a much better man than Jim Jenson could ever be.
At least he did what he wanted to do. If he confused his daughter, if he confused himself, if he tortured both of them with what he did, at least he went ahead and worked it all out on Kitty's body and let the girl know that she was nothing but a whore in her own father's eyes. Jim Jenson preferred - to live with his fantasy and be hypocritical about the whole thing. He thought his daughter was a whore too, but he would never let Wanda know that.
With Wanda, he would always play the righteous father, the saintly man who had no lust at all in his heart, no lust for her and no madness either. But that madness was there and Jim Jenson was letting it show now with Kitty.
As much as she hated him though, the blonde could not stop sucking the man's cock.
She realized that she had to carry through with this one in order to legally go on to the next man, the next number, in order to make history a"d let everyone in town know that she was the slut of sluts in Victory, Missouri.
Kitty had to suck his cock and had to let him come in her mouth.
She worked on it diligently. She wanted to get it over with as soon as possible.
She wanted to get the filthy father of her best friend out of her fucking sight for good.
She sucked and sucked and sucked. She moved her mouth back to the base of the cock and felt the male meat fill up her mouth and throat. It seemed to vibrate in there, to vibrate with fatherly lust for a daughter.
It was sick lust, she thought, the sickest that she had ever encountered.
But she continued to suck on the cock and let it fill her throat. She continued to work on it.
She wanted this bastard father to hurry up and come.
Kitty felt Jim Jenson's coarse cock hair tickle her nose as the cock ran down her girlish, sluttish throat.
And then the father of her best friend erupted in an orgasm. He grabbed her head and held her on his cock as he came down her throat.
She tried to swallow all of the come, knowing that she would have to swallow it, knowing that she was too weak from fucking and sucking to fight the man. But she almost gagged when she heard him speak again. She almost gagged with disgust at what the man was saying to her--in his mind, what he was saying to his own daughter.
"Take that come, Wanda. Take Daddy's come into your fucking, whore throat. Swallow Daddy's come, you filthy, little bitch. Daddy has been wanting to give you that come for years. Oh, Wanda, swallow that fucking come!"
Kitty took as much of the come as she could and then, with a giant rush of heated anger in her body, she fought the man and jerked her head away from his body, jerked her mouth off his worthless, fatherly cock.
It was sick! Perverted!
Wanda was not at all like Kitty! Wanda was not a fucking slut!
Wanda was a good girl who liked good fucking!
Wanda was Kitty's best friend!
Kitty knew that she had to do something to get revenge on that bastard, to get revenge for Wanda. And she did it naturally, as naturally as anything in the whole, fucking world, as naturally as Wanda fucked in a healthy, wholesome way.
The blonde grabbed his still coming cock and put the tip of it in her mouth and - bit down hard, "Jesus! God! You fucking bitch!"
Jim Jenson screamed in his pain and hit Kitty on the side of the head with his fist.
The blonde let the bleeding cock slip out of her mouth as she fell to the floor.
The blow on her head, hurt and she had trouble focusing her eyes when she looked up.
But she knew that Jim Jenson was in pain. She could see the blurred vision of the naked man bouncing around the room; holding onto his cock. She could hear his screams of agony.
And she knew that he was bleeding too.
Kitty had gotten her revenge on Wanda's father, the sweet, bloody revenge for the way that the man thought about his daughter in the darkest, most secret parts of his brain.
The blonde was tired and her head was filled with pain.
But she started to laugh just the same, to giggle at her moment of revenge.
And the door came open and the men poured into the room and looked at Jim Jenson and his bleeding cock and some of them started to laugh too as the man bounced around the room and continued to yell and scream.
"Fucking bitch bit me! Fucking slut!
Worthless cunt! Ought to kill her!"
Before his cries were drowned out by the waves that laughter that the men sent through the room, she heard Jim Jenson make one more, very meaningful curse.
"Fucking bitch is my daughter's best friend! My daughter's a fucking whore too!"
And that stopped some of the men from laughing at Jim. Kitty could tell that some of those men were repulsed by what Jim Jenson had said in his agony.
And then, as her vision cleared, Kitty looked toward the door and gasped.
She saw him standing there with a little, portable record player in his arms.
And she saw him looking down on her and looking at all the other men and looking at Jim Jenson, naked and bleeding and cursing.
And she saw the hurt surprise and shock on her father's face.
Through the laughter, through the noise of the crowd, Kitty heard her father's soft and sad voice ring true in her eyes.
"Too late," the sad man said. "I am too late."
And then she saw her father turn and walk away from the room, carrying the phonograph in his arms like a baby.
And she called out to him, even though she already knew that she had hurt him and lost him forever.
"Daddy!" she cried. "Come back, Daddy! I love you, Daddy! I love you!"
But the teen-ager knew that her father probably did not hear her cries.
He would not be able to hear her over the noise that all the other men were making.
She looked up and saw Jeff Morrison standing there, saw him through the tears that flooded her own blue eyes, and she figured that she might as well do it, that she might as well make history when she had the chance. She had nothing else to live for now.
"Send in the next one, Jeff," she sighed.
And Jeff turned and started pushing the men out of the bedroom and he cried out to them as he pushed, as he tried to control the crowd.
"Number nineteen! Number nineteen! Are you ready, number nineteen?"
Kitty saw the big man come storming through the crowd in the hallway, waving a little piece of paper in his hand.
"I got nineteen," he said. "I am number nineteen."
Jeff too the paper from the big man and looked at it and nodded.
"You're next, Buddy," he said.
Then Jeff glanced at Kitty and grinned. "Meet number nineteen," he said.
The girl grinned at the man like the whore that she knew that she was.
"Hello, number nineteen," she said.
"My name is Joe Tom. I work at the plant. I am real pleased to meet you."
And the man actually stuck out his hand to shake Kitty's.
But the teen-ager did not shake his hand. She just turned around and went back into her room. Number nineteen followed her. He started to take off his clothes there in the bedroom as Kitty shut the door on the noise from the crowd outside.
"You ain't gonna bite me now, are you?" the man asked, a little worried.
Kitty just laughed.
"No," she assured good old number nineteen, "I have done my biting for the day."
"Good," the man said, grinning rather sheepishly.
Kitty watched the man as he took off his clothes and then she asked him a question.
"Do you have any daughters, Nineteen, I mean Tom."
"Joe Tom."
"Joe Tom. Do you have any daughters like me?"
"Nope. Sure don't. Never got married. Never found the right girl, I guess."
By then number nineteen was naked. He had a strong,, hairy body with a big cock. He looked something like a real animal, Kitty thought.
But then she reminded herself that they were all animals.
At least this one, she thought, did not have a daughter. He would never have to suffer the pain that a daughter could give a father. And he would never be able to inflict the pain on any girl the way that most "fathers inflicted pain on their daughters.
In fact, Joe Tom seemed rather nice in his animalistic way.
Kitty dropped to her knees in front of him and lifted his fat cock up and put it in her mouth.