0 comments/ 36091 views/ 5 favorites Kitty's Boys By: maxdname "Good night, Kitty." "'night." In her singsong lilt, Kitty tossed the word over her shoulder as the glass door swung shut behind her. The young guy who worked as a guard in the Obion River Mall was cute and he pushed open the back entrance door every night when Kitty was scheduled to close up the shop. Cute, she thought, but too young. It was always "too" something with Kitty, but she recognized that in herself. Kitty did not want to end up here in Greenfield like so many of her classmates: one baby on her hip and one in her belly, waiting on a husband who was either working another man's horses, driving a coal truck or collecting unemployment. Kitty wanted out. She wanted to find a place that was not an hour's drive to a city big enough to warrant its own phone book. The clicking of her high-heel shoes on the pavement echoed between the stucco walls along the loading ramp and back into her head. The lingering effects of her father's stroke consumed much of the diminutive girl's days leaving few hours to devote to her studies. Determined as she was to care for her father and keep him at home, her grades had suffered. With a B+ average Kitty knew she would have to work and collect student aid to get through a university, prompting her decision to attend Jackson State Community College in the fall and transfer, after two years, to the University of Tennessee at Martin. Till then she would have to work as much as possible and spend her free hours studying calculus and chemistry, her two toughest subjects. Plans were being finalized in the eighteen year old's head when she turned the corner at the end of the narrow lane used for unloading trucks. A hand covered her mouth quickly while strong arms pulled her off her feet. "Keep quiet and you won't get hurt," a husky voice whispered into her ear. A squeak of fear from Kitty's throat was muffled by the big hand. "Shut up, I said!" The voice was menacing now. "Kitty?" In the distance she heard the guard call to her. Inside she wished she had been more open to his advances. Her mind raced, maybe he saw what happened and would come running down here to scare off this gorilla. The unmistakable sound of the door slamming closed filled the corners of her eyes with tears. The young guard was not coming to her rescue. A tightening in her ribs threatened to choke off her breath. "Come on." The man jerked her off her feet again pointing her body towards a van parked in a dark corner of the parking lot. It was too dark to read the license plate but Kitty knew someone would spot her car in the lot and report her missing. Hopefully, before I get hurt, she thought. Velcro straps bound her wrists and ankles. The straps pulled tight and a gag was stuffed into her mouth. She was unable to move or make a sound. All her plans for school and work were pushed to the back of her mind. Survival was her priority now. A slow deep breath slowed her pounding heart only slightly. Gotta remain calm, she thought. Give him what he wants and he'll let you go... Oh shoot! This isn't how planned to lose my virginity. The tears that had gathered in the corners of her eyes rolled down her cheeks. Kitty wasn't religious and held no romantic notions about her virginity, she had merely been too busy taking care of her father, after his stroke, working to pay bills and getting through school to get involved with a boyfriend. In the months after her mother died Kitty remembered her father was deeply depressed but he did not go on a drunken bender or drown his sorrows in other women. Instead he set about providing a good home for Kitty until the woolen mill where he worked went bankrupt. A week later her father had a stroke and was unable to care for himself. Kitty was only fourteen when that happened and she was determined to care for her father as he had cared for her. Everyday since had been too hectic for romance or even sex. To Kitty, sex was "sex education" and films with sperm furiously wiggling in a petri dish in hopes of "congress with the ova." The narrator of one film actually said "congress with the ova" making sex sound—in Kitty's mind—like a highly technical act between two individuals who had entered into a legal agreement to produce offspring. "Congress" had not seemed that important to Kitty, until now. When the van rolled to a stop she heard a garage roll shut. Kitty knew she was in deep trouble, but she told herself he can't touch your heart. Keep your wits, let him have his way and worry about staying alive! The van door flew open and Kitty jumped when the stark light flooded into the back. Strong arms corralled her forehead, pressing her head tight into his shoulder. "I'm gonna untie you, but if you try to run I'll hurt you. Do you understand?" the man asked flatly. Kitty nodded. Straps came free from her wrists and ankles but the gag remained in her mouth. Her arm was twisted up behind her back, in her kidnapper's grasp, not so far that it caused her any pain, but far enough to let her know it was in her best interest to do as he commanded. Quickly the pair reached a doorway that opened onto a steep stairway leading beneath the house. A dark tunnel that led to Kitty's fate. "Hold the rail, it's steep," he said as he released his grip on her wrist. Kitty's eyes darted back and forth surveying every detail. There was no place for her run. She figured he would not have let go of her arm if there was anyplace she could get to before he caught her. Reaching the bottom of the stairs Kitty stood with her arms at her side in resignation, her eyes clamped shut, waiting. Waiting for this man to finish and release her: she hoped. She decided she would try to convince him that she would not even report this if he let her go without hurting her. There was no resistance in her. "Take out your gag." The man's voice startled her and she opened her eyes slowly, pulling the wad of cloth from her mouth while her eyes adjusted to the dim light of the basement room. It was filled with amplifiers, sound boards, a couple of guitars and looked to be soundproof. She figured any screams would not carry beyond this makeshift studio. Kitty turned to face the man who had kidnapped her and drank in his features. He was tall with a mop of unruly blond hair and nice blue eyes. Kitty wondered why he had picked her: she thought he looked like he could get most any woman he wanted. He stared back at her for a moment before he opened his mouth. "You don't recognize me, do you?" Kitty blinked in confusion. "I asked you to go the Senior Dance.... you were just a freshman... you just said 'no'... and then walked away." A rush of memory hit Kitty hard. A month after her father had his stroke a handsome guy from school had practically begged Kitty to accompany him to the a dance but her mind was a million miles from dancing, school functions or boys at that time. "Shoot." Kitty hung her head in embarrassment and closed her eyes again. Scouring her memory she came up with a name. "Kip, right?" she shot at him while she studied his features. "That was... I really liked you a lot but you didn't even know I existed. I hated you for a long time." "I'm so..." Kitty took a deep breath. She did feel bad about the slight but it was quickly forgotten in the ensuing hectic years of her life. "I am truly sorry. My father had..." She let her voice trail off. Why should I apologize to the guy who kidnapped me? she thought. Swallowed hard, a deeper sense of panic began to rise in her chest with the realization that this was not a random act of violence. His felonious act was planned with her in mind and Kitty was aware enough to know that made her predicament more dangerous. "What are you gonna do?" She heard a tremble in her voice. "I saw you working at the Victoria's Secret, and the clothes you had on..." Employees were required to dress in a somewhat provocative manner and the store gave employees a forty-percent discount to make sure the customers could see what the goods looked like on the pretty employees. As the old joke goes: Victoria's Secret is, her clothes won't look as good on you as they do on her. A roaring sound in Kitty's ears grew louder and she realized her breath was coming in short gasps. It felt a rock was in her throat when she asked, "Are you gonna hurt me?" He stared at her without blinking. "I haven't decided." Kitty fell slowly to her knees and began weeping. Kip raced to her side and gathered up her shoulders in his strong grasp and lifted her into a chair. "Breathe, Kitty," Kip whispered with genuine concern in his voice. She was confused by his act of chivalry. "What's going on?" She bawled openly. The outburst seemed to deflate the man. Kip turned away from her and staggered across the room where he fell into a chair and covered his eyes with his hands. Kitty swore he was crying but she could not be sure of anything at that point. "I saw you and a whole raft of feelings came rushing at me and I was so... fucking mad at you..." Kitty flinched at that word. She never had much use for profanity and it always made her uncomfortable. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I really am." Kitty kept an eye on Kip in case he went completely mental on her. When she was a random target of violence she thought she could walk away from this situation relatively unharmed but being the target of a planned assault was different. Watching him closely she cataloged every detail. He was big, his shoulders stretched his shirt as did his biceps and chest. She could see he was a muscular man and she had felt him pick her up off her feet easily. He could hurt her without much effort and Kitty knew it. Slowly, almost without her control, her fingers fumbled with the buttons on her silk blouse. It was a white see-through number she had only worn once because she was a little shy about showing the mall rats her 32 C cup breasts, even if they were concealed beneath a red satin bra. One of the few times she had noticing a stirring between her legs occurred when she first put on the satin bra. The fabric slid across her tender nipples—she had just started her period making her nipples more sensitive—caressing them gently. Her hands roamed over the red fabric massaging her firm flesh beneath. The delicate caress filled her stomach with butterflies and made her eyelids feel heavy. A few moments of that heavenly feeling and a quickened pulse were interrupted by the tinkle of the little bell her father kept next to his bed. Now she was going to show this dangerous man, who had kidnapped her because of a slight four year earlier, her carnal treasures: treasures that she had yet to explore. She reasoned that this course might get her back to her world alive: giving this man her virgin flesh. Offer him the heaven between your legs and he might spare you pain. She swallowed hard as her fingers pushed the last black pearl button through the slit in the fabric. "Ki..." The word caught in her throat. Swallowing again she continued. "Kip..." she whispered. He dropped his hands from his face and looked up at her slowly. Kitty pulled her blouse open to his gaze. She wanted to be sexy, to please him, to somehow to make up for what she did to him years ago but she had no idea what to say or do. "I don't know... I'm a... I'm a..." Kitty stammered and felt her face burning hot with embarrassment. "A virgin?" He finished her sentence. She nodded nervously. Kip sighed aloud and clenched his eyes shut. Tears rolled down his cheeks when he did. Kitty stood frozen, her blouse held wide for him to examine her untouched flesh at his leisure, too afraid to cover herself, and yet not sure if he wanted to drink in her pale smooth skin or if he might kill her where she stood. "I thought you were a... I saw how you were dressed and thought you had been... um." His chest heaved several times and then he collected himself. "I'm sorry. I'll take you back to your car. I was just so angry," he added quickly. Kitty stood frozen, her trembling hands unmoved, holding open her silk blouse. "Kip, I don't want you angry at me," she whined. "I... I'm not... now. I thought you were whorin' around and that got me pissed. That you'd turn me down and then start fuckin' everybody else." Kitty flinched again at that word but inside she felt something break free. Part of her wanted to escape from her life of school followed by long hours at work, punctuated with homework while she continually cared for her invalid father. She wanted to cry, she wanted to jump for joy, she wanted to feel a man's weight between her legs. She did not even care that Kip had kidnapped her. She longed to change something in her life, virginity seemed like the easiest. "Kip... I want to..." she whispered Kip held Kitty's gaze for a long time before he spoke. "Why would you want to do this with me? I wasn't important to you before." "My father had a stroke and I was upset and I didn't know what I was..." Her words petered out. Confusion, fear and a sexual excitement she had never known made her head spin while her hands still held her clothing open to Kip's view. "Put your hands down at your sides." There was a flat affect to his voice which added to Kitty's confusion but she did as she was told. Kip stood up and walked to a spot only inches from her heaving chest. The pounding of her heart echoed in her ears and she thought she might faint when he stopped, so close she could feel the heat from his large masculine frame. A scent of sweat and manhood filled her nostrils and the dizzying effect of it combined with the terror of the kidnapping caused her knees to buckle. Kitty was vaguely aware of Kip's hands on her shoulders before she realized she was falling towards the floor. His steady strength consumed her now and she felt a rush of blood within her body, yet unexplored by male flesh. In her mind one thought roiled to the surface: the size of this man seemed to dwarf her. Looking straight ahead Kitty saw the bottom of his pectoral muscles through his tee-shirt as they bounced taut when he held her body steady. Her physique was small, almost insignificant, in comparison to his bulk. Never very big, Kitty's five-foot three-inch petite frame was lost in his when he pressed her against his body. "Sit down, sit down," he said softly. Kitty's head was still reeling when she collapsed onto the sofa. Her eyes focused slowly and she realized Kip was seated next her on the edge of the sofa. Concern colored his face. She swallowed hard and set her jaw. Myriad thoughts dashed through Kitty's mind: there was only one way to be sure her kidnapper didn't hurt her, she reasoned. Offer her hymen to him in hopes her gift might make him see her as more than a piece of meat that caused his pain. In the past she never had time for love or boys or sex and it had caused one person to hate her so much that he kidnapped her and all she wanted to do at that moment was erase the guilt she felt for that. It was crazy for her to feel guilty about this—this man committing a violent capitol crime—but her reasoning and her emotions were out of synch. Kip's eyes roamed down her exposed flesh massaging her breasts through the filmy satin material. A funny feeling in Kitty's bellybutton lit a fire in her that spread slowly to her nipples, settling between her legs. A terrible itch grew inside her. She knew she was lost at that point. "Kip," she panted, "Do something." He leaned over her quaking body and kissed her deeply and tenderly. Her breath left her body in a rush while her arms snaked around his chest pulling him closer. Kitty felt like this was the most freeing moment in her life. She didn't care that she had been kidnapped. Her job, her father, school, everything she knew was a far away at that moment. The big man pulled back and Kitty spoke quickly. "Kip, that was the first real kiss I've ever had." She admitted, between gasps. "I'm so sorry I didn't do this earlier." She began weeping openly and Kitty felt herself losing control of her emotions. She was terrified, curious, excited, aroused all at once and she buried her face in Kip's chest in a combination of embarrassment—at being a virgin still—but also a giddy delight at the prospect of tasting the pleasures of the flesh. At school, Kitty had eavesdropped on the other girls in gym class as they related detailed stories of ecstasy shared in the back seat of cars or on the bleachers by the track—a well-known location for teenage trysts—and she secretly wished she could join in their exchange but had no experience to share. Her moment of discovery had finally arrived and her body seemed to overrule any arguments her mind could lobby. Kip pulled her damp face from his chest and Kitty saw a look of confusion furrow his brow. "You said you were a ..." "I am," Kitty broke in on him. "But, I'm scared and I'm... I don't know what's happening to me," she gushed. Kip pushed her back onto the couch where she lay confused and shaking. A strong hand grabbed at her short skirt and tugged on it. Slowly, she raised her hips off the leather fabric of the couch and the skirt slid down her slender legs to her knees. Kip wrapped his arm under her knees and lifted her feet off the floor. Then with a quick pull he snatched the denim skirt free from her ankles and tossed it over his shoulder. The look in Kip's eyes frightened Kitty now, sexual fascination yielding to terror once again. She tried halfheartedly to push him away. Her wrists where caught up in his grasp quickly and she felt her hands pulled away from his body and spread wide. A pressure between her legs caused a soft squeak of surprise to bubble up from her throat when she realized Kip's body had slipped between her knees. A weight bore down on her mons, the weight of Kip's body pressed against her's. With her arms apart and Kip hips against hers, he bent forward in slow motion to suck her satin encased nipple into his mouth. Kitty felt like she needed to pee when he made contact with her erect nub and she thrashed back and forth with this foreign twisting sensation in her gut. Kip's power only let her move slightly and even allowed his hips to insinuate themselves more firmly against her sex. A distinct lump in Kip's pants ground into her vagina and Kitty became aware, for the first time, of a moisture seeping past her virgin lips. Panic hit her: it's not time for my period she thought, but why am I wet? A pain hit her nipple now as Kip applied more pressure to her stiffness. "Ow," she whined. Kip released her nipple and began to kiss a trail of fire down her tummy towards the dampness between her thighs. "Oh jeez, I think I'm..." The prodding of his stiffness against her open body caused her to suck in a deep breath as it slid along her damp thirty-five-dollar Victoria's Secret panties. "Oh, man. Kip, wait a second, I need to..." "Hush up," he barked. Kitty felt her eyes must have been wide as plates while she watched his face edge closer to the center of her sexual pleasure. She ground her teeth and readied herself for a quick exit to the bathroom and an apology if this new sexual arousal had prompted her body to start her period early: Kitty had no idea about her body's natural response to sexual excitement. When Kip's mouth began to gnaw at her mons and then her clitoris she clamped her eyes shut and waited for him to break off his assault. When he began to munch happily on her sexual organs her eyes popped open to see, not blood on his lips, but instead, a smile as he lapped at her dampness. She breathed out a sigh of relief and felt his hands release her wrists in order cradle her butt. More relaxed now she let her head fall back to the leather couch. Just as quickly her head popped back up and she sucked in a deep breath. Kitty's Boys Ch. 02 "Ah!" Kitty sucked in huge breath of air. "Kip, slow down!" she pleaded. His organ felt like it was splitting her in half. Kitty clawed at the leather fabric of the couch and kicked her heels into Kip's back as the pain ripped through her tiny body. Still the attack continued and the intruding flesh pierced deeper into her ravaged sex. Kitty's mouth hung open in shock and disbelief. She thought this was supposed to feel good. A gentle "pop" rang through her head and the sting of her hymen giving way to his erection burned inside her. She bit his shoulder and clawed at his back in hopes he might stop his assault. At last, she felt the head of his organ bump into her cervix and she knew he could go no deeper nor cause her any more pain. She sighed in relief. His motions were like a rolling sea and the burning sensation in her loins began to ease. Now what? she thought. It still was not the wonderful pleasure she had heard it was. She cried again, but now from disappointment. Kip shifted his hips slightly and let his thumb wander to her clitoris and each time he pressed his hips forward her clitoris was tugged upward. That feels okay she reasoned. But there's got to be more. She let go with a sigh, at least she was no longer a virgin. The tugging of his thumb began to feel nice: very nice. "Kip?" she ventured quietly. "Your thumb feels good there." He shoved himself away from her body roughly. Uh oh, what did I say that was wrong? Kitty worried. Kip smiled at her now and she relaxed a bit. He fell face first between her legs again and began to slap his tongue at her clitoris happily. Her body tensed. It felt better now and her fingers tangled into his hair while he busied himself with her sex. Pleasure built quickly between her thighs and she hissed a couple of times when he hit the button of her lust. Now he crawled beside her to lay next to her. Kip slid one arm under her shoulders and the other found its way between her legs. Two of his fingers began to strum her mons and she liked this best of all. He stopped briefly causing her to glance into his eyes. A strong hand guided hers to the hard flesh that stood proudly from his hips. Shyly, she gave in and wrapped her hand around his bulk. Her fingers couldn't touch her palm but the novelty of a man's raging lust in her grasp made her heart flutter. His roaming hand found its way back to her dark pubic mound and began a rhythmic dance again. This time she felt what the other girls had talked about. Rapidly her body responded to his jerky motions. A pressure in her gut mounted and she wasn't sure where it would take her but she closed her eyes to concentrate on the pleasure she now felt. Breathing deeper every moment, Kitty filled her lungs, the oxygen and building lust making her head swim. Nothing in her short life prepared her for what happened next. Kip was kissing her with a passion unknown to her before that moment and then he slipped his finger inside her moist body to diddle her G-spot while his thumb continued to stroke her clitoris. Her breaths came in short rales and a tingling sensation filled her chest. All at once a racing of her heart gave way to a curious tingle at the top of her hips. That tingle caused a shudder and now she focused her attention on the new sensation. Kitty found herself twisting and turning in Kip's strong grasp. Something was going haywire with her body, she believed, and no amount of logic could control it. Her legs locked straight as the muscles in her limbs went totally rigid. Kitty's mouth was agape but not in pain, instead it was in shock and disbelief. The strumming fingers against her clitoris and the dabbing of Kip's finger inside her vagina was having an effect on her nervous system and she was not able to suppress it. The pleasure she had heard about in the girl's locker room was upon her and she was aware that her body had taken over for her mind. "Kip, something's wrong... wait a minute." Kitty slurred her words while the tension built up between her thighs. "Stop, Kip!" she croaked while her body twisted. "Wait..." Her back arched and a blue sheet of raging pleasure filled her vision. Teeth grinding, her body bucked savagely against Kip's strong grasp while her mind short-circuited. "Kip, please, stop. Kip!" she whined aloud while she continued to thrash about on the leather couch trying to escape his grasp. "Oh jeez, Kip... please..." she sucked in deep breath while her chin pressed hard against her chest. "Oh jeez, Kip!" Her hips slammed hard onto the couch and she sucked in a deep breath as she twisted her body in her building climax. "Oh, Kip, it's... jeez-us!" She hissed loudly as she climaxed on his fingers and then she held her breath for several moments as she finished her pleasure. "Oh, jeez! Oh Kip, oh Kip, oh Kip..." she repeated over and over. Her face was beet red and her fingernails were embedded in Kip's forearm. Beads of sweat stood out on her forehead and the veins in her neck no longer strained against her skin as her passion slowly cooled. "Oh my God, Kip," she sputtered. "That was unbelievable." Her voice was barely above a whisper, taking all her energy to push the words past her lips. "Oh my God, oh my God..." she panted. She pulled in a deep breath and her body shook once again. "That's what they were talking about," she managed. "What's that, Kitty?" "Um, the girls in gym [puff] talked about a [puff] climax. That was it [puff]. Oh jeez, Kip. [puff] I had no idea. [puff]" She licked her lips and sucked in a quick breath. "Kip that was [puff] as good as I had hoped [puff]." "Kitty," he whispered softly in her ear, the heat of it twisted something in her belly again. "Yes, Kip," she panted. "You look like an angel when you come." She licked her lips and smiled as her arms found their way around his neck to pull his face close to hers. "Kiss me, please, Kip." She managed. His lips met hers and she puffed as she returned his lusty gift. "Oh God... Kip. That was wonderful," she whispered into his open mouth. "Wonderful." He held her tight in his arms for several minutes while she came back to earth. "Tell me what that felt like," Kip whispered when she finally caught her breath. "What?" "I want to know what you felt when you had your orgasm. Please, tell me." "Um," she swallowed as she searched for the words to explain her first climax. Then she giggled aloud. It had been a long time since she had giggled. Years, in fact, and the release of her pent up frustration caused her tears. "Um," she whined. "I don't know how to..." she was began bawling openly again. "I don't know what to say, Kip." She wept without reservation. "Oh, Kip," she pressed her face into his chest still weeping. "Oh, Kip. I'm... Oh, Kip. Hold me, please... hold me..." Kitty wailed in her post-climax emotional state. The big man pressed her small body against his as she cried. After several minutes she sniffed and calmed herself. "Kip," she sniffled. "What can I do for you?" She finished, still panting slightly. The big man stared deep into Kitty's eyes with a longing that defied her explanation. He was as big as an SUV but peering into her eyes she saw him as small as a little boy: a little boy infatuated with her and only her. His expression caused another stream of tears though Kitty worked hard to hold them back but this huge man's open affect caught her off guard, his devoted loving gaze touched her deepest recesses bringing another crying jag to the small girl. No one had ever looked at her like that before, no one had ever shown themselves to her so completely. She felt like she could end his life with a harsh word. He would be her willing slave from this moment forward and she knew it. "Kip... Kip, honey," she tried out this new expression. She thought it felt okay. "Honey, I need to please you, now." Kitty watched the big man as he began to cry. Tears rolled down his cheeks when he bent forward onto her bare breasts. One found its way into his mouth and he suckled at her breast like a newborn babe. It was almost more than Kitty could take. Oh, Kitty," he whimpered. "Can you ever forgive me?" Digging her fingers into his blond mop Kitty pulled his face from her erect nipple to peer into his pale blue eyes. "Forgive you for what? You've made me the happiest woman on earth." He fell face first back into her breasts and wept quietly. "Kip, let me please you," she whimpered into his unruly hair. He pushed himself into a seated position, while guiding her delicate hand to his huge pulsing organ. Feeling his gaze on her face she blushed at the physical rush she felt with his turgid flesh in her tiny grasp. He moved her hand up and down his shaft slowly finishing her lesson with a deep prolonged kiss. "Kip... I think I can take it inside me, again," she managed. He pulled her body close to his and slid her body down the leather of the couch until her wide-spread body pressed against his erect penis. She swallowed and took a deep breath to ready her body for his entry. "Okay," she squeaked. "I want you inside me." Her eyes clamped shut when the pressure of his manhood split the lips of her vagina. The body yielded, the folds of her sex relenting to his steady presence. "Okay, just go..." she whispered. The pressure eased. "No. I want you to like it..." he whined. Kitty's eyes searched his, darting back and forth. She buried her face in his chest and her heels dug into his buttocks spurring him forward. "Then give it to me," she whispered. "Do you really want me to fuck you?" he asked. His voice, again, reminded her of a little boy's. More of a begging than a request. Kitty never cared for swear words but the way this huge man asked her for "congress" was more than she could refuse. For the first time in her life she used the one word she thought she would never utter. "Yes, fuck me, Kip. I want to... fuck you," she whispered. His massive flesh split her body open and he steadily pressed deeper into her body. She sucked in a breath and ground her teeth at the pain of his entry but she was determined to accept him to her soul if need be. Kitty grabbed his neck and pulled his face to hers. Her tongue split his lips, searching his mouth, she wanted her tongue to enter his mouth like his rigid flesh had entered her. With each movement that brought him closer to her depths, her tongue burrowed deeper into his mouth. This time, when his bulk touched the deepest recesses of her sex, it didn't hurt but instead filled her belly with a completeness she had never felt. His raging organ inside her made her feel like her body was whole: the void inside her sex had a complement and without that she could never be happy. It was a fullness of body and spirit that nothing could ever match. "Oh God, Kip. Fuck me," she gasped. "Fuck me, like I'm the last woman on earth. Fuck me, like you love me..." Oh no! Kitty thought. What did I just say? Oh no! "I do love you, Kitty. I do... Oh Kitty," the giant man wept openly now as he pounded his ramrod hard cock into her. Kitty was in heaven at the prospect of Kip's proclamation, even if he changed his mind tomorrow, Kitty was the only woman in the world at that moment and Kip was the only man. What had started as a kidnapping was becoming a union of two souls... at least, she hoped so. Two bodies were already fusing into one as Kip's thrusts brought Kitty's lust to the surface once again. Her breathing quickened and she bit into his shoulder leaving a purple tattoo of passion on the flesh stretched taut by muscles. As her pleasure neared a climax her nails tore small pieces of his flesh from his back tracing thin crimson rivulets that trickled slowly over the ripples of his back. "Please, fuck me, Kip," Kitty whimpered as her completion approached. "Please, Kip!" Her body began to jerk and buck against his thrusting motions. He wrapped his fingers over her shoulders and pulled her open loins tighter into his hips, slamming home his lust deep into her. Kitty began to squeal aloud when she started her orgasm. A violent trembling came over her entire being and Kip fought to keep his flesh buried inside hers as the muscles inside her sex spasmed without her control. Her head whipped back and forth and sounds without meaning burst from her throat. Kip watched her intently as her head burrowed into the leather of the couch lifting her shoulders towards his. Only her buttocks and head held her body aloft now: that and Kip's stiff manhood as it probed her belly. Her back slammed back onto the couch and she reached up to grab a handful of Kip's blond mop, pulling it towards her face. When he came near enough her she sucked his lips into her mouth and kissed him like she would never kiss again. Kip could hold back no longer. "Do I come on you or in you?" he squeaked. Kitty wanted his seed inside her body. She didn't care if she did get pregnant. At that moment Kitty didn't care what happened to her. Her fulfillment was complete and she only wanted to feel the pulsing of his organ deep inside her body. "In me," she whined before a second shudder overwhelmed her. This was what the other girls had talked about, she realized. The satisfaction of mind and body with no equal. The wetness that now filled her dark recesses was a warm seed that could bring a new life into the world. No feeling of happiness could equal her joy at that moment. She fought to open her eyes, to stare into Kip's face during his moment of climax. She had been a fool, she realized. Kip was everything any woman could ever want physically and the passionate grimace on his face made her truly feel love for him. But with that feeling she remembered what some girls claimed about a sexual climax and desire: after an orgasm women can love a man they were indifferent to and most men just want to be somewhere else. Swallowing Kitty tried to concentrate on her trembling body and forget about the negative gossip she had heard about men and sex. Kip collapsed on top of Kitty's body. They lay together enmeshed. Drawing tiny circles with her fingernails on his back Kitty tried to memorize each and every detail of the moment. If Kip threw her out at that instant she was determined to take only good memories away from this "congress." The word made her giggle now despite her determined effort to imprint in her mind wonderful emotions of her new life. That's right she realized: my life will never be the same. For good or bad, the path she had walked up to that night was now altered forever. Her laughter was mirrored by Kip's. "I don't believe it." Kip's voice was soft now almost familiar to her ears. "Kitty," he whispered. "I've only had one girlfriend and one other time with a girl... So, I'm no authority on sex, but that felt like... uh..." He sighed heavily. "I know," Kitty whispered into his ear as her fingers combed through his damp hair. "I know, Kip. I never expected it to be this good." He pushed himself up taking his weight off her body but she clung to him stubbornly. "Don't go," she pleaded quietly. Kitty was determined to keep him inside her body as long as she could. She would not take this man inside her and then let him slip away easily. "I don't wanna squish ya," he whispered. "You could never hurt me." Kitty found herself crying again as she spoke. "Oh, Kitten, I..." Kip joined her in tears now. No one had called her Kitten since her father had when she was four years old. Against her best efforts and better judgment she found herself back on that emotional roller coaster wrapped in Kip's arms and under his weight. After a while logic slowly returned to her sex-addled psyche and she cynically began to wonder if Kip was playing the part of the "love-struck soft-hearted boy in a man's body" to keep her from reporting the crime he had committed. As much as she wanted to stay there, her arms and legs entwined around his body, she needed to discover if the women's locker room talk was true about man's detachment of sex and love. "Kip," she whispered. "I need to use the phone and the bathroom." She felt a tension in his entire body when she said that. Slowly, she felt him relax. At last, he sighed heavily. "Okay... if you call the police and I spend the rest of my life in jail... it'll be worth it: this hour, with you." She felt her eyes go wide. An hour? she thought. "I have to call, now," she murmured. "My father will be worried." He nodded and lifted himself from atop of her. The first thing Kitty felt was an void where Kip's flesh had been buried between her legs. A vacuum seemed to exist where he had been only moments before. With the pressure of Kip's body suddenly lifted from hers Kitty almost burst into tears. Now she knew what one girl meant when she proclaimed loudly, "I could live with that man [her boyfriend] inside me." She wanted Kip back between her legs, filling her up... and now she hoped more than ever Kip really did have the feelings for her that he professed. Her muscles ached, unused to the positions of lovemaking, but it was her heart that was most sore. She sighed and then filled her lungs anew. "Kip, I will have to go home. My dad needs me..." Her voice trailed off. "Can I come see you?" he blurted out. "I have to give two guitar lessons tomorrow but I could be at your place by four..." An eagerness was in his eyes Kitty couldn't deny. Maybe he does really want me. "Let me make a call first." He nodded, almost deflated by her evasive answer. Kitty looked around for her clothes but Kip shot up and grabbed his robe, throwing it over her shoulders quickly. The robe was big enough for her tiny frame three times over but Kitty couldn't help but smile at his act of kindness. Kip beamed back at her as he pointed to the bathroom in the corner of the basement where the phone hung on the wall next to the doorway. Kitty got within a couple of steps of the phone and turned towards Kip. "What if I call the cops?" she ventured. Kip's bottom lip quivered slightly as he stared back at her. Kitty thought to herself, if he isn't in love with me he sure is a great actor. "I hope you don't... and I hope you'll let me see you more." Then he added quickly, "A lot more." There was a genuine look on his face Kitty thought. This plucked at her heart strings. This man had kidnapped her... but then he was going to let her go. She decided she had to find out where night would lead. "Daddy," she said after her father answered on the third ring—a sign that he was up and feeling okay. "I'm at a friend's house and... No, I just didn't want you to worry... No, I could... Okay... I will, daddy... Okay, see you then." Kitty placed the phone back in the cradle and shuffled into the bathroom. Kitty bunched the oversized robe up under her armpits and sat on the toilet. Her father had told her it was about time she made some friends and that he would be fine for a while if she wanted to stay. Kitty had never asked him how he would feel if she spent time with friends, she always assumed that her duty was to him first and foremost. He told her to have a good time and not to worry so much about him. Then he said she needed to spend time with people her own age, maybe even "boys" her own age. Kitty couldn't believe it. She had spent so much time doting on him she never thought what he might think. She dabbed gently at her aching sex. Then a moment was spent staring into the mirror at the pretty oval-faced brunette that looked back at her. Kitty knew she was cute, she could hear the comments from men and boys as she walked past, but until tonight they—both the comments and the men/boys—were distractions from her task of caring for her father. A great weight was lifted from her narrow shoulders with his acceptance of her own desires and needs. She closed her eyes and sighed. It would take some time to get used to her new-found freedom. Kitty's Boys Ch. 02 "Are you okay?" A voice wafted from the other side of the door. A wrenching in her belly and wetness behind her eyes came upon her. "Yes," she managed. Once again she closed her eyes and took in a deep breath to control her emotions. She would try out one more test on Kip. Kitty tried to put on her best look of indifference as she sidled out of the bathroom. Kip leapt to his feet as she entered the room. He had a small shaving towel wrapped around his waist which caused Kitty to giggle. Kip looked at his silly garment and shrugged in resignation. "We could swap..." he teased. A tidal wave crashed in Kitty's chest and her breathing became labored. She forgot about her test of Kip's true motives, she just wanted to feel a man's flesh between her legs again before the night came to a close. She shrugged off the huge robe and stood naked as the day she was born before Kip's admiring gaze. He licked his lips. "I cou..." The word caught in his throat. "Ahem, I could look at you all night long, Kitty." Kitty gulping in a breath of air. "I want more than a look." The words tumbling out of her mouth were foreign to Kitty but each one made her stomach twist with nervous delight. "Kitty, are you sure?" Kip implored. "I was... I did... um. I'm so sorry, Kitty. You have no idea how many nights I dreamed of... us... together. And then I... I must've scared you half to death. I'm so sorry. Can you ever forgive me for what I did?" Kip stared right into Kitty's eyes. "Show me how sorry..." She whispered. Kip stepped close to her and slowly fell to his knees, his thumbs opening her thighs to his hot breath. When his tongue touched her tender pussy lips she thought her knees would buckle but she fought to remain standing. A gentle prodding from his firm tongue burrowed to her most sensitive spot, urging from it a reborn sexual desire in her freshly deflowered sex. Kitty had heard the expression "could lift weights with his tongue" and she suspected this is what they meant by it. Kip's insistent flicking across her clitoris was causing her knees to tremble and she had to open her mouth to catch her breath. The next thing Kip did caught her completely off guard. His arms slid between her thighs and she moved her legs farther apart to accommodate him. Then she felt his hands snake up her back and his elbows tuck under her bottom. With a delighted surprise she felt him lift her slight frame off the floor, her bottom cradled inside his elbows and his open palms supporting her back. When he stood up Kitty was able to slap her palms to the ceiling and then Kip buried his stiff tongue into her still sore pussy searching for the center of her being. "Jeez!" she hissed as he probed deeper into her folds. She leaned forward and slapped her arms around his head. With her legs tucked up high over his shoulders and her breasts pressed into his blond hair she felt like she was clinging to his head and shoulders, like he was wearing her: like a king might wear a crown. Kip staggered to the couch and plopped her into the leather while his tongue slapped at her clitoris happily. His breathing was labored and he pulled in huge gulps of air between his rapid flicking and his enthusiastic gnawing at her body. For a moment she felt like he was a wild animal that was consuming her alive, starting with the damp folds of her sex. A rising feeling of both primeval terror—being eaten alive by a wild animal—and sexual frenzy—the rapid flicking of his tongue against her clitoris—pushed her over the edge. "Fuuuck." The tremble in her voice was what she remembered most about that single moment. The word she never expected to hear from her throat, the curious tickle deep in her rectum and the uncontrolled spasm of the muscles near her womb were only vaguely acknowledged when he increased his assault between her tender thighs. This is going to be better than the first time she thought as her heart began to pound. ** Kitty glared at the eggs on her plate and for an instant thought she might throw up. Then the feeling passed. Still she only poked at her breakfast halfheartedly. Kip scurried around the corner of the kitchen with their four-month-old son dangling from the front-carry backpack Kip wore. "Kitten, you have to eat something. Come on, this is university, now." Today was Kitty's first day at U of Tennessee and she was nervous. "Kip, are sure you can handle Daddy and Kenny all day?" "Of course. What's wrong, are you havin' morning sickness again?" She nodded A smile covered the man's face. "I hope this one's a girl." Kitty sighed out loud. "I hope the next one you can carry." Kip pointed to the pack on his chest which held a still bald infant and he shrugged before he continued doting on his wife. Her young son began to fuss slightly and Kip, kissed the boy on the head and spoke to him in soothing tones causing the infant's eyes to lull closed again and he was asleep. Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes as she watched the man who had kidnapped her a little more than a year ago-because of a slight in high school—caring not only for her son but also her stricken father while she was chased her dream of a college degree. Her father and Kip beamed when she graduated from JC after only one year, in spite of her morning sickness, in spite of the "nine-month-waddle" small girls experience and she did it all with honors. When Kip helped her father into his seat at her graduation ceremony Kitty bawled openly. Now she was starting college and having another baby, with the man she treasured more than her own life: Kip. "Come on, Kitten. You gotta go, honey." He kissed her hair quickly as he picked up the dishes from the table. Again she nodded but this time fighting back the tears of happiness as she did. She rose from the table and walked towards the door already feeling the gentle widening she had experienced before with such relish. She turned back towards her house: her home. Filled with the men she loved. Kip was strumming the guitar and singing to her son while he kicked at blankets and toys on the living room floor. Her father limped into the room and slurred towards Kip that he could get those items if Kip would make the beds and she wanted to cry from pure joy. "Are you gonna..?" Kitty swallowed her tears Kip and her father both looked at her at the same instant. While Kip continued to strum his guitar her father mumbled with great effort, "We'll be fine, princess. You just do good at college." Kip went on with his song to their son as he smiled and winked at her while her father busied himself with clean up in the living room. Kitty could hardly see the road through her tears. Kitty's Boys "Oh, Kip," she gasped. "I had no idea it felt that." Now her head burrowed into the leather as she strained to push her hips up to meet Kip's probing tongue. On tiptoes, her heels lifted off the cold concrete floor causing a gentle trembling in her legs. Every part of her body strained to push her sex up as an offering to the quivering point of Kip's tongue. A finger pulled aside the fabric of her panties and allowed the man entry into her wet folds. It was like an electrical shock to Kitty's nervous system. She bucked and twisted until Kip threw her knees over his shoulders and his forearm across her belly. His open hand almost covered her entire tummy and the warmth of it and its strength pressing down to control her wild movements made her feel tiny in his grasp. Kitty wanted to used by this man, used for his sexual pleasure. Never before had she felt like an "object" but his power overwhelmed her confused emotional state. She wrapped her small fist around the index finger of his open palm, holding her belly, and she squeezed with all her might, twisting and pulling at him in a passionate fit of pique. "Ouch." Kip stood up. "Don't stop," she gasped breathlessly. Kitty, panting, stared up at the man as he towered over her. There was no change in his expression as he unzipped his pants and fished out his raging member. Kitty froze. It was much too big, she was sure of that. There was no way that monster will fit inside her body. What have I let happen? she thought briefly. "Uh, Kip," she started. "Quiet," he whispered. Two huge hands pawed at her underpants and tore them apart. Kitty gasped as her dark pubic hair was exposed to the cool air in the basement. "Take off your bra." "Wait, Kip..." "Do it!" he barked. Slowly she began to undo the clasps of the red stain bra. "Hurry up!" This time she jumped when he yelled at her and tears once again began to well up in the corners of her eyes. This evening had been an emotional roller coaster for the diminutive brunette. She pulled the slippery fabric away from her firm breasts and let it fall to the couch beside her. The dark halos of her aureoles wrinkled quickly pushing her small nipples upward from her mounds searching for the male attention that Kitty's body now craved. Kip pulled his tee-shirt over his head exposing a well cut set of abs and large pectoral muscles. His hands rested on his hips briefly before his pushed his pants down exposing his thick muscular thighs. As he bent over to step out of his pants his organ was hidden from Kitty's view. When he stood up again the hard flesh stood straight away from his body: both huge and terrifying. Suddenly, Kitty tried to sit up. Maybe, I could make a run for it she thought. There is no way that thing could fit inside me. His large hand shoved her shoulder hard sending her sprawling backward onto the couch. He knelt down and grabbed her knees. No matter how hard Kitty tired to hold her knees together Kip's strength was more than she could muster and her sex opened wide under his persistence. Kitty could feel the lips of her vagina peel apart while the sticky fluid from inside her held them together. "Kip, please," she hissed. He stared into her eyes, unblinking, as his hard cock neared the entrance of her body. A steady pressure against her hole caused her to squirm. Kip fell on top of her, covering her entire being with his huge muscular frame. Kitty couldn't breathe. I'm going to suffocate. Slamming her fist against his chest did nothing and the pressure between her thighs increased.