Elsie's small size and normally pleasant face were misleading. Many years as a farmer's wife had made Elsie Harmon as tough a woman as they come. Without much formal education, she was in the habit of looking reality square in the eye to see herself through hard times, and now was no exception. What was done was done, Elsie thought, so there was no use in her beating around the bush with Kitty.
"Girl," she said, "I'll help you pack your things. It's time for you to make your own way in the world. You can't stay here anymore! Not after… this!"
"But, Mama!" Kitty sobbed. "Where will I go? This is my home!"
"Not from now on, it ain't!" Elsie snapped. "Can't have you turning this place upside down because you can't keep your legs crossed. Only room enough for one of us to act like a woman in the bed on this farm. And you're looking at her, girl!"
"Okay, Mama, I get the message. I'll leave Papa alone. He's all yours!" Kitty promised.
"Ain't that simple!" Elsie Harmon said, blunter than ever. "Once a man dips his wick into some sweet, little piece of ass, he's hooked. He's always gonna be sniffing around for more of the same as long as she's around to give off her scent. And I'm not about to lose my man to any such type, no matter who she is! Even you, honey!"
"You're my parents, though," Kitty pleaded. "No matter what I did with Papa, you can't just turn me out like this. Mama, I'm your own flesh and blood!"
Elsie Harmon took a deep breath and said, "So that's what you're counting onto save you, is it, girl?"
"It sure ought to count for something, Mama! Count for plenty!" Kitty said desperately. "Tell me I'm your only child!"
"If," Elsie Harmon whispered in an hush, "it was true!"
"What's that supposed to mean?" Kitty asked. "You've got some other kids somewhere, Mama, I don't know about?"
"No, girl, you've got it backwards," Elsie answered, whispering still. "Fact is, we got no children anywhere on God's earth."
"Just me, you mean," Kitty said.
"Meant just what I said, girl! Got no natural born kids no way, no place, no how!" Elsie said with stark simplicity. "Can't make it plainer than that to you, girl."
"Then, I'm adopted?"
Elsie nodded, then said, "I've got the papers in my bible. Give 'em to you when you leave and you can do with 'em what you will. Look up your real kin if you choose and see if you fit in there, flow that you've got no place here anymore."
Overwhelmed, Kitty had no more to say. The rest of the last day she spent on the farm was a daze to her. As the sun went down, she found herself on a bus, traveling toward an unknown horizon.
Her birth certificate listed her mother as someone named Claire Fisher. Seventeen and unmarried. Her father was a year older, a boy named John Branch. The town was Centerville, about halfway across the state from the farm where Kitty had been raised. When the bus pulled in there around midnight, Kitty ended her ride.
She walked the unfamiliar streets of the area for a while, then slipped into a phone booth. There was no Claire Fisher in the book, but a listing for a John Branch seemed to jump off the page. Trying to get up the nerve to call the number, Kitty was interrupted by a sharp rap on the glass.
"Out a little past bedtime, aren't you, girlie?" a cop drawled after he'd motioned Kitty out of the booth. "Just what's your business this time of night, anyhow?"
"I-I'm new in town," Kitty stammered.
"Don't have to tell me what I already know," the cop smugly said. "It's my business to keep an eye out for strangers. 'Specially when they're female and out walking the streets later than any decent girl's do. Know what I mean?"
"Y-you think I'm a prostitute?" Kitty asked. "Lemme put it this way, little lady," the cop said. "Unless you can prove to me you got somewhere respectable to go, I'm running you in. So what's it gonna be?"
Thinking quickly, Kitty said the first thing that came to mind.
"Glenrock Street," she said to the cop. "That's where I'm going. I've got kin there. Family. I was just about to call and tell them I'm here. Uh, I'm a day ahead of when they were expecting me. You know them?"
The cop's whole attitude changed. "John Branch, huh? Well, why didn't you say so? That's a horse of a different color. Here, least I can do is give you a ride over there. After all, any kin of Uncle John's is kin to me, too."
And, indeed, Kitty now noticed that the cop's nameplate clearly read Branch.
"Yeah!" he said, leading her to the patrol car. "My daddy and Uncle John are brothers, you know. They call me Buster."
Kitty had no choice but to introduce herself and invent a part of the family to satisfy the curiosity of the cop. She told the officer something about relatives in Mossy Fork, the nearest spot on the map to where she'd been raised.
"Thought you sounded like a farm girl," Buster said, seeming to buy her explanation. "Pretty fertile one, too. You got yourself a farm back there in Mossy Fork?"
Kitty shook her head, deciding to avoid tripping herself up with any more lies than need be.
But then she realized she'd stopped too soon. Buster was practically undressing her with his eyes and letting her know that he was unattached himself.
Since the car hadn't moved, Kitty nervously said, "Shouldn't we get going now? I'm sure you're awfully busy, being on duty and all."
"Naw, it's a slow night," Buster answered.
"I'm not in any hurry, if you aren't. Tell you what, since you're new in town, how about if I show you around before I drop you off at Uncle John's? Know a place where you can get a real good look at the town."
Wary of getting on the wrong side of not only the law, but someone who might be her cousin, Kitty agreed to go along. Buster started driving. Inside of five minutes they were parked on a bluff, overlooking the few remaining lights in Centerville at that time of night.
"Kids come up here to make out. Call it Make-out Point, in fact," Buster said, telling Kitty what she'd already suspected. "None of them will try anything as long as we're around, though. Patrol car scares 'em off. So we have the place to ourselves, private as you can get. Yeah, just you and me!"
His arm edged over and fell around Kitty's shoulders. He leaned close enough to her so she could feel his breath against her face.
"Jib, Buster," she said when his free hand sneaked onto her thigh. "Really, I think we'd better leave. I'm supposed to be somewhere…"
"Hey, relax," Buster answered. "Said yourself that Uncle John's not expecting you until tomorrow. You can stay out as late with me tonight as you want and nobody'll be the wiser. We're the only ones who'll know!"
"Know… about what?" Kitty asked.
"What else?" Buster said with a grin. "You don't have a fella back in Mossy Fork, I don't have a girl here in town, and nobody knows we're together. No strings attached. Trust me, little lady, we can make some beautiful music together if you're in the mood. And I'd bet my badge you are, especially once I warm you up!"
Ever since Buster had looked at her when she got into the patrol car, Kitty had expected that it might come to that. However, now that it actually had, she remained at a loss as to what to do.
Buster smirked at her. "Here, maybe this'll help you make up your mind real quick!"
His free hand went from Kitty's thigh to his bulging fly. He unzipped his pants, reached inside, and pulled out what, in his macho opinion, he considered irresistible.
"Well?" he confidently asked.
Kitty was stunned. His cock was so big that its size took her breath away. His prick had to be at least a foot long, she thought, and so thick! She hadn't realized any man could be hung quite like that. She had to wonder if she were woman enough for so much cock-meat.
"Think you could suck the whole thing?" Buster asked.
"I-I dunno," Kitty stammered.
"Only one way to find out then, isn't there?" Buster said. "Go for it, baby, you'll never know unless you try. Unless I make you try!"
He wasn't the type who held back once lust was in his blood. After he'd forced Kitty down on the front seat, his massive cock-head was suddenly in her face.
"Open that mouth up and let me fuck it for you," he said.
Pinned down, Kitty thought about screaming. But for what? she wondered. A cop?
So, accepting her fate, she murmured, "Okay, I'll give you a blow-job. But that's all. Then you have to take me where I'm going and forget this ever happened."
Buster was busy forcing his huge prick into her mouth and down her throat. And once she had tasted his cock, Kitty was hooked. Her natural reflex was to just start sucking and set aside her worries about what might happen.
Nothing mattered now, except proving to herself that she had what it took to deep-throat the biggest cock she guessed she'd ever have the chance to see. Inch after inch she swallowed, until she was on the verge of gagging. But there was still so much more. Determined not to let Buster's cock get the best of her, Kitty braced herself and sucked harder.
She was in a breathless daze by the time Buster announced, "Wow! I didn't really think you could do it! No other chick in this town ever has. But just look at you! Got your damned cunt of a mouth around every bit of my big prick, all the way to my balls!"
Kitty became aware that her face was being tickled by Buster's hairy crotch. There was no doubt she'd gone down on him all the way. Spurred on by her success, Kitty sucked his cock in earnest.
"Oh, baby!" Buster moaned with mounting pleasure as Kitty's mouth began moving along the length of his prick. "Your mouth gets more like a cunt all the time. What a load of jizz I'm gonna shoot for you!"
At the mention of this, Kitty's thirst for it became all consuming. To prime Buster's supply, she squeezed his hairy balls with one hand and finger-fucked his gritty asshole with the middle finger of her other hand.
"Jeez! Maybe I should have run you in as a whore, after all!" Buster groaned with delight. "'Cause you sure as hell go down on a guy like one. More whore than I could ever afford on a cop's pay!"
Kitty had never felt more flattered in her life. She stepped up the action even more to live up to his praise. At that rate, she thought, Buster's jizz would have to soon be hers.
"My cock's ready to blow, baby! Hold on, 'cause here it comes!"
His cock exploded with liquid fury in the depths of Kitty's throat. His prick wasn't just spurting. Buster's jizz gushed in a continuous stream, as though he were creamily pissing it. As fast as his cum arrived, Kitty gulped it down at the same pace. Not until Buster's climax had dribbled to a close did she release her oral grasp, having downed every last drop of jism she could dredge from his balls.
"Gotta hand it to you, little lady," he murmured when it was over, "a guy could live his whole life and never get a blow-job as good as the number you just did on me! You're the best! An actual piece of ass from any other chick wouldn't stack up against the kinda head you put out!"
Buster started stuffing his sticky cock-meat back into his pants to zip up his fly. Kitty's triumph went flat when she saw that he'd had enough, while she'd just been getting warmed up.
"What're you doing with your cock?"
Shrugging, Buster explained. "Just keeping up my end of our bargain. You said that after the blowjob I had to take you to Uncle John's. That's still what you want, isn't it?"
"What do you think?" Kitty asked steamily.
"You tell me what to think," Buster countered.
"Action speaks louder than words!" Kitty whispered. She quickly stripped. Wearing just her bra and panties, she got out of the car and lay down on a soft patch of grass.
Following her, Buster found her bathed from head to toe in moon glow. In that spotlight, Kitty removed the last of what she wore. She unhooked and cast aside her bra, releasing her bare tits in stiff-nipple splendor.
"Chicks don't get any foxier than this!" moaned a wide-eyed Buster.
"This one does!" Kitty teased. She reached down to peel away her panties. Her cunt was on display between her spread thighs – her pride and joy.
"Oh, God!" Buster blurted when he saw her shaved pussy. "Not a hair on it! Just like a little girl's curt. You've got tits like a woman, but a pussy like you could still just be a child."
"Best of both possible worlds, huh, Buster? Now, what're you gonna do about it?" Kitty asked.
"Oughta pinch myself to see if I'm dreaming!" Buster sighed. He dropped his pants to unleash his cock again. His prick was harder than ever.
"I've never fucked a shaved pussy before," he said.
"Well, mine isn't here for you to just look at, stud!" Kitty crooned, fingering her puss lips apart to dazzle Buster with her pink cunt. "If you're not ready to give me what I'm after by now, you must have turned gay since that blow-job!"
"Shit, if I'd been gay to start with, sure as hell wouldn't be anymore after seeing your bald cunt spread wide open like that for my cock!"
"Then get into the groove, stud!" Kitty urged. "Fuck me… fuck me… fuck me!"
She was still chanting when Buster moved on top of her. With her cunt treated to twelve surging inches of thick prick, Kitty's voice dropped into a low moan. She was already on the orgasmic brink.
"I'm cumming… cumming… cumming!" she cried to Buster. "Now do something wonderful to my tits, to go along with your big cock in my cunt. Keep happening for me! Don't wanna stop cumming the whole time you're fucking me, stud!"
Buster used his hands on her tits. He squeezed them hard. It hurt so good, as she discovered the joy of sexual pain. The jagged buzz from her mauled tits went straight to her pussy, adding to the friction she was already getting between her legs from Buster's pistoning hard-on.
"More, more, more!" she begged.
Buster seized her nipples between his thumbs and fingers. He pinched and twisted her buds of tit-flesh around double.
"Oh, God, I'm cumming twice as hard now!" Kitty cried. "Don't know whether I'm gonna die from it, or it'll make me live forever! Feel like I'm in heaven and hell at the same time, and both of 'em are exactly where I wanna be."
"And I said you were like a whore," Buster said. "Jeez! How could I be so damned dumb? No whore ever liked it this much!"
"Then what am I?" Kitty asked, ready to get off on Buster's flattery, as much as she was from his cock fucking her cunt and his sweet torture on her tits.
"You're… a… like a…" Then Buster found the right words, and declared, "A wet dream come true!"
"You mean it? Really mean it?"
"Sure as I'm fucking you!!"
"Then say it again!"
"A wet dream come true! No lie! That's what you are!"
Kitty had a fresh climax just from his words alone. The brutal treatment of her tits and Buster's cock in her cunt took back over, and the rapid arrival of her next orgasm was the result of pain and pleasure.
"Ooooohhhh, stud… you stud!" she groaned. "Now I'm ready for you to cum, too. You getting there for me?"
"Been holding back already a helluva long time!" Buster reported. "Didn't wanna shoot it into you until you were ready!"
"Mmmm, you old sweetheart," Kitty moaned. "You fuck like an animal, but you're still a gentleman. The perfect combination."
"Then you want me to let it go?"
"Now, stud, now!" Kitty demanded, squeezing her cuntful of cock with all her spasming strength.
"Oh, baby, you've got it! Damn!" croaked Buster. "Got more jizz than I ever thought I could cum!"
His hilted cock gushed at the core of Kitty's cunt. It was the same as when he'd cum down her throat – a continuous flow, but even more jism, and hotter. There was no way a cunt could hold that much jizz. Kitty's pussy was starting to leak into the crack of her ass.
"Mmmm," she said, "your cum's making a mess out of me. Such a beautiful mess!"
As his cock unloaded in her pussy, Kitty reached down and smeared Buster's excess cream all over the wriggling checks of her ass. She smeared jism in her ass-crack to thrill her asshole with liquid heat. It made her cum again, making her wonder about her orgasmic response should she ever ass-fuck. As Buster's cock slowed to a creamy dribble in her swamped cunt, Kitty was considering whether she ought to try to get him to actually ass-fuck her next.
"Headquarters calling Officer Branch! Headquarters to Officer Branch!" the police radio suddenly squawked from the patrol car. Then, with a scratchy drawl, the dispatcher added, "Hey, Buster, stop jerking off out there and get your tail over to the pool hall! Got a complaint that those boys got too much beer in 'em and they're whipping each other upside their heads with their cue sticks again."
Lurching to his feet, Buster staggered to the car with his pants around his ankles and managed to answer. "Yeah… sure… I'm on my way!"
Knowing it was over, Kitty gathered her clothes and quickly dressed. By the time she was sitting beside Buster, his pants were back up and he'd just stuffed his sticky cock back into them.
He started to apologize for having his job to do, but Kitty made it easy for him. "Don't worry, I'll be around. You haven't seen the last of me!"
"Well, I'll drop you off now, then," Buster said. "Uncle John's place is right on the way to the pool room. And if I'm a couple of minutes late, those boys'll just beat the hell out of each other that much more and make it easier for me to haul 'em on down for another night in jail. No big deal. They've been there before and will be again."
Buster pulled onto the main road, reaching sixty miles per hour by the time he sped through the first intersection. As it turned out, Kitty's destination really wasn't that much on his way, and the radio kept squawking for him to take care of business.
"All right, Sarge, don't shit, I'm almost there!" he squawked back when he'd lurched to a stop in an exclusive neighborhood.
Then he cut off his end of the transmitter and pointed to the nearest house, the fanciest one on the block.
"This is it, baby," he said to Kitty. "Say hey to Uncle John for me. And I'm holding you to that promise not to forget ol' Buster!"
Kitty had no choice but to get out. The patrol car squealed away into the night, its siren blaring. Kitty found herself staring at Glenrock Street, wondering if her real father was truly its owner and what she ought to do about it.