The couch routine was out. Kitten occupied a chair in Dr. Jason Dubois' office while she stated her problem. She sat with her legs crossed, dimpled knees showing. She felt uncomfortable in the tall and distinguished-looking man's presence. It had something to do with the way he stared at her.
She finished telling him her problem and lapsed into silence. She watched the frowning man, waited for him to speak.
The silence went on for a few long-winded seconds. Then Dr. Dubois stopped making doodles on the pad before him. He smiled and leaned across his cluttered desk. His smile relaxed Kitten.
"I'm not a psychiatrist, Katherine," Dr. Dubois began, "but I think we can safely assume that your problem isn't a mental one."
"Meaning I'm not out to lunch."
"Meaning you're only human… and inexperienced in the art of making love." He paused, wet his lips, continued. "More virgins are turned into ice in a honeymoon bed than anywhere else, Katherine, and most of the time this form of frigidity is caused by impatience on the part of the husband. However, the damage can be repaired."
Kitten uncrossed her legs and stood up. She crossed over to the window that overlooked the Gulf of Mexico, feeling Dr. Dubois' eyes on her ass as she stared out at the rippling water. She spoke without turning: "What's the alternative, Doctor?"
"For repairing the damage?"
"Yes."
"Sexual therapy."
Kitten gasped.
"Shocks you, doesn't it?" Dr. Dubois stood up and walked around his desk, hands in his pockets to hold down the beginning of a hard-on. "It shouldn't. By your own admission, until yesterday you were that rarity known as a virgin, filled with the usual uncertainties that accompany most brides on their honeymoons. Too, you expected gentleness and failed to receive it. However, that isn't what really turned you off. No, blame that on inexperience, Katherine."
Kitten remained bewildered. "I don't understand."
"Let me try to explain something in a roundabout way. You love Dan, don't you?"
"Very much so."
His glance locked with hers. "And you want to be a good wife to him, right?"
"Yes."
Dr. Dubois sighed. "Then you should do something about your inexperience, my dear."
"Do what, Doctor?"
His eyes probed the depths of hers. "Perhaps you should try another man," he suggested.
"Someone who understands your problem. Like an experienced lover."
Shock registered on her face. "I couldn't do that, Doctor. I'm not a whore."
Dr. Dubois made a clucking sound and shook his head. "Learning to love and being a prostitute are not the same thing, Katherine. Think about it."
Kitten did think about it, but she was nearly home before the truth finally dawned on her – that Dr. Dubois had wanted to use his prick to become her love teacher!
Damn!
Kitten dismissed Dr. Dubois from her thoughts and concentrated them on her husband. She experienced a twinge of jealousy and wondered about the lipstick traces she had found on his cock this morning. A woman had sucked the cum out of his prick. Dan had turned to another woman for the blow-job… and the fault was hers.
She would have to do something about that.
Dan had been asleep when she left for the village this morning. Kitten suddenly hoped he would still be in bed when she arrived him. He wasn't. The cabana was empty. Her brow wrinkled. Where was Dan? Out looking for the same girl who had sucked his prick last night?
Damn!
Kitten parked her purse and lit a cigarette. A minute or so later Dan's uncle waddled over to the cabana and handed her a note.
"From Dan," Max Markie wheezed, his eyes crawling over her tits the way they always did.
"Thanks for nothing," Kitten said icily. "The next time you come in here, try knocking."
Max Markie's lips tightened at their corners. "Grouchy little pussy this morning, aren't you?" Anger faded. He nodded towards the note in her hand. "You two have a scrap or something?"
Kitten's eyes turned static with anger. "None of your damned business, you lecherous old goat."
"Maybe not," Max said bluntly, "but the hassle could have been avoided if you'd have used your head while he was away with the Army."
"How? By letting you break me in for him?" Her lips curved in a smirk. "I'd rather straddle a candle than make it with a horny old goat like you."
Max brayed a laugh. "One of these days you might change your mind about that, Kitten."
"Don't hold your breath. And don't forget what I said about knocking the next time."
He lifted his brows and pursed his lips. "Afraid I might walk in and catch you in your undies?" He snorted. "Hell, I've seen you wearing and not wearing them before. Forgetting to pull the blinds is one of your nicer habits."
She blushed, hissed, "Haul ass, you dirty old man."
Max did.
"Horny old bastard," Kitten muttered as the door closed behind him, then laughed. "He's almost as bad as Gil Savage when it comes to sniffing after pussy."
She opened the note Max had delivered and read it. Dan informed her that he had gone to the mainland for the day, that he would return in the evening. She crumpled the paper and dropped it in the nearby wastebasket. A cold feeling crept over her. Why had Dan gone to the mainland? To see the girl who had taken his cock in her mouth and sucked him off? A shiver sliced through her system. Maybe he wouldn't come back. She refused to think about it. Losing him for a while was bad enough, but losing him for good…
Kitten ditched her cigarette. She removed a pair of sunglasses from her purse and stepped out into the late-morning sunlight. A redhead in a blue denim bikini, with a figure that wouldn't quit, stood poised beside the shimmering pool. When the girl saw Kitten, she smiled and pointed her tits toward the gulf, then said, "He went that away, pussycat. My keeper went with him." She laughed. "I wouldn't worry too much about Dan. Not while he's with my husband. Steve only caters to the cleanest whorehouses on the mainland."
Kitten stiffened. Then she realized that Liz Trent was giving her the needle. She didn't wonder why. By now the entire island probably knew that Dan hadn't spent his first night at home in bed with her.
Kitten blamed herself. No man wanted an iceberg for a wife.
She joined Liz Trent at poolside. She studied the luscious redhead for a few moments before she asked, "Aren't you worried about Steve?"
Liz shook her head. "Steve can take care of himself, drunk or sober. So he cheats once in a while, so what? A strange piece of tail won't hurt him. Nor will it keep him from coming back to me when it's over. He might step out on occasion, but I'm still all the woman he'll ever need."
Kitten bristled. "Meaning I'm not?"
Liz shrugged and made her big jugs tremble. "You could have been."
"How? By letting you seduce me after Dan went into the Army?"
Liz smiled sweetly. "Why not? A woman's tongue inside that reluctant cunt of yours might have made you more responsive toward Dan yesterday."
Memory crowded Kitten. She and Liz had taken in a movie at the village theater. On the way home, after a few drinks at the Sea Horse Tavern, Liz had pulled onto a side road and made a pass at her.
Shocked into helplessness by Liz's unexpected move, Kitten had sat still until the girl's lips touched the webbing of her panties. Then she had reacted to the kiss on her crotch by slapping Liz's face – and by walking the rest of the way home.
"Making it with me that night might have helped you a lot," Liz said, cutting into her thoughts. "It would have thawed you out for Dan. Experience, darling – that's the name of the game."
Liz sounded like an echo of Dr. Dubois. It made Kitten take a closer look at Liz, and then she proceeded to wonder about herself. Was she really out of step with the rest of the world? Sexually, of course. Would experience round her out? Would it bring Dan back to their marriage bed? She decided to find out. But not from Liz Trent. No lesbian for her. She would start learning from a man. She would start learning from her husband.
Tonight…
Liz Trent's voice jarred Kitten out of her reverie: "That old saw about a girl having to be a wife in the kitchen and a whore in the sack is true, pussycat. You just can't lay there like a lump when a man has his juicy cock stuffed in your twat. You've got to…"
Kitten whirled, returned to the cabana. She slammed the door on Liz Trent's mocking laugher and thought, I could use a drink. A wedding prick drink. A stiff one.
She located a bottle of orange vodka and carried it into the bedroom. She sat on the edge of the bed and drank straight from the jug. It didn't take long for the flavored booze to catch up with her.
Kitten kept drinking, and feeling sorry for herself. Thoughts rioted in her brain. Jumbled thoughts. Erotic thoughts. She remembered the pain Dan's huge dick had inflicted upon her virginal pussy yesterday, the advice Dr. Dubois had given her today, and then she recalled Liz Trent's words about a girl having to be a wife in the kitchen and a whore in the bedroom.
A whore in the kip?
"Why not?" Kitten told herself as she left the bed and padded into the bathroom to prepare herself for Dan. "Whores, like blondes, always seem to have more fun."
She did a fast strip and admired her image in the door mirror. A hint of amusement lurked at the corners of her mouth as she wondered how it would feel to enjoy a fuck. Really enjoy it. Like with a thundering, orgasmic crash.
Her mind was made up. Tonight she would surrender and become the kind of uninhibited whore-wife her husband wanted her to become. She stepped under the shower and a delicious tremor shook her body as needles of spray stitched thrill after thrill into her blushing flesh. She turned her tits to the water and her coral nipples stiffened immediately; it was akin to having them kissed and suckled by an invisible lover with tight lips. She soaped the dark beaver beneath her dimpled navel. A finger accidentally brushed against her jutting cunt, and she shivered again. Memory flooded back to the night Liz Trent had kissed the crotch of her panties. The sensation she now experienced was the same as then. Her frown deepened. How odd that a finger or a kiss on the cunt could produce such a delicious feeling, but not a cock.
She toyed with her boy-in-the-boat for a few more seconds. Then she stopped and finished her shower, but it didn't cause the erotic visions that danced through her head to stop.
Cocks hurt. Fingers and lips didn't. Why was this? Cocks were made for women to enjoy. She would try to enjoy Dan's… tonight.
Kitten emerged from the shower and returned to the bedroom. She took another healthy belt of orange vodka. Then she sat down at the cosmetic table and brushed her hair. Finished with this task, she applied makeup and splashed perfume between her tits to make herself more interesting. Next she went about the chore of selecting sexy undies suitable to the momentous occasion. She prowled her dresser drawer and frowned thoughtfully, finally choosing a black net half-bra, matching bikini panties, and a white garter belt for contrast. She donned these items of enticement. Then she sat down on the edge of the bed and rolled sheer stockings up and over her sleek legs. She snapped the nylons to her garter belt and eased her dainty feet into a pair of wet leather pumps with five-inch heels. A sheer negligee completed her ensemble. Now she was ready to make like a whore.
Time dragged. Slowly.
Late-afternoon shadows were beginning to creep into the bedroom when Kitten heard Dan drive up from the marina. She dropped the empty vodka bottle in the wastebasket and raced to meet him at the door.
She said, "Hi."
Dan's eyes widened at the sight of her, but he remained silent.
Kitten's heart hammered and a strange yet pleasant warmth crept into her cunt as she watched the way his hungry eyes attempted to crawl behind the negligee to devour her saucy boobs.
She smiled and asked, "Cat got your tongue, darling?"
Dan swallowed hard. "I think I'm in the wrong cabana." His voice was thick from drink, but Kitten failed to notice it. "If I'm not, I hope to hell you know what you're doing, Katherine."
"I know what I'm doing," Kitten said on the heel of a soft laugh. "Come inside and I'll prove it to you."
Dan heeled the door shut behind him and followed her into the living room like an obedient puppy. Kitten motioned him towards the sofa. When he was seated, she treated him to another torrid smile. "Drink?"
Dan exhaled loudly. "I could use something. I still think I'm in the wrong cabana."
Kitten joined him on the sofa with a bottle and two glasses. Three drinks later they were comfortable with each other for the first time. Yesterday was forgotten by Dan, and yet she sensed that it would be up to her to take the initiative. She did. She nuzzled her hip against his and brushed the tip of one tit across his bicep, then said, "Still think you're in the wrong place, darling?"
"No, but I still don't understand the reason for this sudden…"
Kitten silenced him with her lips, then said, "Don't question it, darling. Just love me."
"I thought you'd never ask." He reached for her. "Come here."
Kitten slipped away from his reaching arms and stood up with a nervous laugh. "It's getting warm in here, don't you think? Mind if I take off my negligee?"
He stood up. "I'd like that."
Kitten's glance dropped to Dan's crotch. His dick was pushing against his tight pants. He was ready to fuck up a storm.
"Do it," he said harshly. "Stop teasing and get rid of that damn negligee."
Kitten obeyed, and a few seconds later she found herself trapped in Dan's arms. Her large boobs turned pneumatic against his chest as she insinuated the length of her pliant body to his and offered him her warm lips. Their mouths collided and she shivered as he slipped the tip of his tongue between her teeth and explored the inner sweetness of her mouth. She gasped with pleasure as his big hands cupped her crowded half-bra and made her sleeping nipples awaken. She trembled like a palm in a gale and thought, This time everything will be beautiful between us.
"Now, darling," Kitten purred as she stretched out on the sofa and aimed her heaving jugs towards the ceiling. "Take me now! Take off my bra and panties and fill my pussy with your fat cock! Make me feel like a woman. Your woman. Hurry, darling, fuck me!"
Dan hugged her tits with his fingers and rasped, "Say it again, Katherine."
The room was spinning. Kitten spun with it.
"Say it again, Katherine."
"Fuck me, darling, fuck me!"
Sweat stood out on Dan's brow and coursed down his cheeks as he knelt on the terrazzo floor and reached between Kitten's shoulder blades to unclasp her bra. A heartbeat later he jerked the scrap of material free and tumbled her boobs into nakedness.
"Kiss them," Kit ten whispered passionately as she drew his sweaty face down to the peaks of her trembling jugs. "Kiss my titties and made my nipples sing!"
"Like this?"
"Yes, oh, yes! Suck, darling, suck!"
Dan's eager lips and teeth worked the left nipple, then the right, and momentarily her hips began to twitch. Her blood bubbled, her cunt itched, her spirit soared. She felt free, euphoric. Was this how a whore felt?
"My panties," she hissed as her long fingernails raked the back of Dan's neck to get his attention. "Take off my panties, darling! Hurry, hurry!"
Dan's lips reluctantly left her tingling nipples, and soon her panties were gone from her body.
Now, except for the garter belt, nylons and spike-heeled shoes, she was naked. His lips found and attacked her nipples again. Yesterday faded and now became a reality. A queer flutter moved through her cunt. She knew she was melting, and she welcomed it. She lifted his wet face away from her tits and panted, "Fuck me, darling. Now!"
Dan's hungry hands found her boobs. He kneaded them while he looked down into her dreamy eyes and asked, "Are you sure, Katherine?"
The animal sound that escaped Kitten's tense lips was a reflection of her sweet agony. Her throat rasped as the words bounced out. "I'm sure. I want you to fuck me. I want to be your wife… in every way. Do it, darling. Shove your cock in my pussy and fuck me hard, fuck me good! I want to come! I have to come!"
Dan's right hand left her tits and trailed downward to her pouting navel, her imperceptibly rounded stomach, and on down to her moist gash. He tried to work a finger between her cunt-lips, but her locked thighs blocked the way.
"Goddamn it, Katherine," he said angrily, "let me in."
Kitten laughed wildly. "Work for it, darling."
He trapped her jutting clitoris and tweaked it. "Like this? Is this how you want me to work for my fucking?"
Kitten gasped and shrilled, "Ooooh, your hand feels delicious!"
"My cock will feel even better," Dan rasped as he pressed the magic button that made her thighs open like scissors of flesh. A few seconds later he crawled between them and unzipped, freeing his stiff prick. He fisted his fierce hard-on, grinned at her and croaked, "Ready or not, here I come!"
Kitten experienced a brief twinge of apprehension. A moment later the twinge of apprehension was replaced by a vicious stab of pain as Dan tucked the knob of his cock between the tense lips of her cunt and hunched into her hole.
She stiffened beneath his pressing weight and screamed at the top of her lungs, "Take it out, take it out!"
Dan didn't stop. Neither did the pain.
"It hurts, it hurts!" Kitten yelped. "Stop fucking me, Dan! Take your big cock out of my pussy! Oh, please take your big cock out of my pussy!"
Dan didn't seem to hear her. He continued to gore her tender cunt with his cock. Bucking. Fucking. Hammering. His rigid rod snaked in and almost out of her pussy. Each stroke became more maddening then the previous one. Kitten screamed like a wounded tigress and tried to squirm out from under his weight.
Dan misunderstood her agonized frenzy for passion and said, "That's a good girl, Katherine. Help me. Shake it, shake it. Beautiful. Fuck, baby, fuck!"
Breath whooshed out of Kitten in a ragged blast as the entire length of his cock filled her pussy. Her tits trembled, her stomach muscles quivered, and then she went limp with a suddenness that startled him. She didn't bring her hips to life again. Why bother? He had her. His cock had her… but good!
Dan kept hunching, hunching, hunching, until he exploded and filled her aching pussy with a hot load of jizz.
Kitten sighed. It was all over, thank God!
Dan came to his knees. His cock remained in her throbbing, unappeased cunt.
Silence filled the room. Tense silence.
Kitten felt his sperm oozing out of her twinkle. She stared at him with wet eyes, hating him for the agony that still fed on her body. She winced inwardly. This fuck had been no better than the first. If anything, it had been worse. She hadn't enjoyed the fuck he had just thrown into her. Nor was she enjoying the stickiness of his fuck-juice as it trickled out of her cunt.
Why?
Why!
Dan's softening prick slipped out of her pussy. He looked almost embarrassed as he stood up and stuffed it inside his pants. He locked his fly. Then he studied her for a long moment and said quietly, "It didn't work, did it? The booze thawed you a little, but not enough. The minute I climbed aboard and shoved my cock in your twat, you froze."
Kitten wanted to apologize, but all she could say was, "You hurt me."
He smiled a twisted smile and said sharply, "I won't hurt you again, dear wife. Count on it. A man wants to make it with a woman, not a fucked-up kid."
Kitten's naked tits danced in rhythm to her ragged breathing. "Dan, I tried."
"Not hard enough." He turned to leave.
Kitten sat up and swung her legs to the floor. "Dan, please don't go."
He shook his head. There was no give left in him. His voice flattened. "There's nothing to stay for, Katherine. Making it with a frigid juvenile isn't my bag. Call me when you decide to grow up."
"Dan, please."
"Please, my ass." His lips stretched in a sneer. "I won't call you. You call me."
"Dan."
He turned away from her and clomped out into the early night. A minute or so later she heard him drive off in his pickup, but not towards the village.
Was he going to see that other woman? The one who had sucked his cock last night?
"Maybe I did the wrong thing," Kitten said aloud. "Maybe I should have taken his cock in my mouth and sucked the cum out of it."
Too late.
Kitten stood up and more of Dan's jizz trickled out of her throbbing twat. She made no move to wipe it from her thighs. She was too preoccupied with crying. She had failed with Dan, again. Miserably. She hadn't been able to do the whore-in-the-bedroom bit. Shame traced its pattern across her face. She hadn't even had the decency to pretend. That damn panic. She had been afraid to act like a woman. What was wrong with… Interruption of her thoughts brought annoyance as Liz Trent entered without knocking. She paused inside the doorway to admire Kitten's nakedness before she said, "I saw Dan cut out, and I thought you might want some company."
Kitten made no attempt to cover her naked pussy, or to wipe off the cum that glistened on her inner thighs. Annoyance drained from her system. She smiled through her tears at the redhead who had once tried to eat her cunt and said, "Your timing's perfect, but I think you knew it would be before you came through that damn door."
Liz shrugged, then asked, "Can I stay?"
"I wish you would." Kitten glanced down at her cum-stained thighs. "I'll be with you in a minute. Help yourself to some booze while I rinse off."
A taut smile moved across Liz's lips. "I came here for more than a drink, pussycat."
An involuntary shiver passed through Kitten. She felt herself blushing. "I know you did."
"I came here to help you."
"By seducing me?"
Liz smiled enigmatically. "Maybe. Or maybe it will turn out the other way."
Kitten blinked. "I don't understand."
"Then perhaps I can show you something that will explain your true purpose for existence, pussycat."
"As a lesbian's menu?"
Liz shook her head. "As a lesbian."
Kitten forced a laugh. "You're out to lunch!"
"Am I? Let's find out, shall we?" Liz reached out and touched a naked tit. She pinched a nipple. Then she laughed softly. "Gets to you, doesn't it, pussycat?"
Kitten made no move to push Liz's hand away from her boob. Their eyes met, held. The silence ribboned on for a few seconds. Then the kneading hand dropped to her pussy, and Liz said huskily, "I'd be willing to eat a yard of your shit to get my tongue inside your quim, pussycat."
"I know."
"And maybe you'd be willing to do the same thing to get your tongue in mine."
Kitten said nothing.
Liz was persistent. "Would you like to see my pussy?"
No reply.
Liz smiled wickedly. "Be honest with yourself for a change, pussycat. You would like to see my quim, wouldn't you?"
"I don't know," Kitten said miserably. "Right now I'm so damned mixed up I don't know what I want."
Liz's voice softened. "Maybe I can help you make up your mind by showing you my juicy cunt."
Kitten shrugged.
Liz Trent was dressed in snug shorts and a halter that barely covered the peaks of her large jugs. Kitten tried to not look at the lovely tits that were on the verge of escaping from behind the scrap of cloth that held them captive. She shifted her glance, but to no avail, for momentarily her eyes dropped as though they had a will of their own – to Liz's crotch!
Liz seemed to sense the strange mood that rode Kitten. She laughed wildly and hooked a finger behind her halter, bringing attention to her boobs once more. She teased Kitten for a few seconds. Then she jerked at the halter and brought her tits tumbling into view. She shook them at Kitten and said, "Take a good look at them, pussycat. See my long nipples? Aren't they lovely?"
Kitten's heart pounded against her ribcage like an angry fist. Her mind whirled. She was becoming excited. She swallowed hard and said, "Yes."
"Yes what?"
"Your titties are lovely."
"That's more like it." Liz brought her heaving jugs closer. "Touch them."
Kitten hesitated.
Liz's voice frosted. "Damn you, touch my tits!"
Kitten obeyed. She touched one. Then the other.
"Nice," Liz said, sighing luxuriously. "Your hand is gentle. Most men try to tear a girl's tits loose when they fondle them, but a girl never does." She shivered. "Your hand is nice, but your lips will feel better. Go ahead, pussycat – kiss my boobs."
Kitten stiffened; she was shocked.
Liz's lips curved in a sneer as she tugged the halter back into place over her knockers. "So much for that. I didn't think you'd have the balls to go through with it."
"I can't. I'm not a lesbian."
"You're not a good wife, either."
Kitten glared at Liz for an eternity of seconds. Then she found her voice and hissed, "Get out, you bitch!"
Liz shrugged and made her tits tremble. "Whatever turns you on, pussycat. I only came here to help you, but I guess the only person who can do that is Dan – or some other man."
"Get out!"
Liz Trent did.
Alone again, Kitten padded into the bathroom, hating Liz with every step for putting her through the tortures of the damned. Being conned into fooling around with Liz's tits had nothing to do with her acid mood; it was what the bitch had said that bugged her.
The words skittered around inside her brain: The only person who could help her out was Dan… or some other man.
Kitten stepped under the shower to clean Dan's cock-juice from her cunt and thighs. She ignored her pussy for the present and lathered her tits. The nipples were jutting, itching. She trapped one between thumb and forefinger and pulled on it. The heat in her discontented quim became hotter. Like an inferno.
Some other man…
Fondling her large jugs and touching her pink cunt didn't help. It only added fuel to her torment. Her body screamed for sexual satisfaction, but not from another woman. She wanted and needed to feel the pressure of a man in and against her. A fuck. She wanted a wild fuck. No, she needed a wild fuck.
Desperately.
She continued to toy with her tingling nipples until the flames burning in her twat became unbearable. Release refused to come, and now she was more frustrated than ever.
A man… her brain screamed. You need a man to fuck you to pieces!
A man. Not Dan. Some other man…
Kitten finished her shower and toweled herself dry in front of the door mirror. She was nearly sober, but her private devil still danced. She was hungry. Man-hungry. Cock-hungry. Her cunt throbbed. She decided to do something about it. She dressed hurriedly and walked out of the cabana.
Kitten trotted over to the convertible Dan had given her as a wedding present and eased in behind the wheel with a flash of thighs. She drove slowly out onto the seashell-covered secondary road that would take her to Periwinkle Drive, the main road leading into the small village. A few yards around the first bend she took, her headlights picked up the walking figure of Dr. Jason Dubois. He was moving in her direction, so she stopped and offered him a lift.
"Thanks," Dr. Dubois said as he heaved into the seat beside her. "I was hoping some kind soul would come along and give me a lift into town."
Kitten set the car in motion again before she asked, "How come you're walking? Where's your car?"
"Stuck in the sand near Lighthouse Point." He lapsed into silence for a moment, then glanced at her and said, "It wouldn't take much of a pull to get it out of there. Do you happen to have a rope or a chain with you?"
Kitten frowned thoughtfully. Lighthouse Point was the most uninhabited part of Starfish Island. To drive this doctor who had told her she needed a dick other than her husband's out into those boondocks would be akin to asking him for his dong.
Another man. Dr. Dubois? Hell, why not?
"I carry a chain in the trunk," Kitten said as she stopped to turn the convertible around, then opened the door and climbed out. "You know where your car's buried, so you'd better drive."
Dr. Dubois slid in behind the wheel and smirked at her.
Kitten felt herself blushing as she passed in front of the headlights. She knew what Dr. Dubois was thinking, and he was right – she would let him soak his cock in her pussy.
They made the trip to Lighthouse Point in silence. Dr. Dubois pulled up behind his stuck car and killed the engine on hers. Kitten sat motionless and waited for him to make the first move. She should have been apprehensive; she wasn't. The only emotion she experienced was one of mild curiosity. How would she react to him?
She started to find out a few seconds later.
Kitten's breath caught in her throat when Dr. Dubois' hand dropped to her dimpled knee. The old boy was hot to trot, and he wanted her in the same condition. She squirmed and watched her short skirt crawl higher on her smooth thighs. Desire gripped her for a wild moment, and then she tensed.
Dr. Dubois licked his lips.
Kitten pressed her knees together. Ice filled her belly. Tension remained.
Dr. Dubois seemed to sense the mood that rode her, and said gently, "Don't fight it, Katherine. Don't be frightened. I'm not your husband. I'm not going to rape you."
Kitten couldn't relax. She wanted Dr. Dubois' stiff prick as badly as he wanted to give it to her, but at the same time she tasted fear and silently hoped he wouldn't hurt her… the way she had been hurt during both the times she had fucked with Dan.
"Unwind, Katherine."
"I can't."
"I am trying."
"Try harder."
"How?"
"Spread your legs."
Kitten hesitated.
Dr. Dubois' hand left her dimpled knee. Disgust edged his voice as he said, "I'll get the tow chain out of the trunk."
The thought of another sexual fiasco drained all tension out of Kitten. She placed a desperate hand on his arm and whispered, "No, not yet. I want you, Doctor. I need you."
"Need?" She nodded. "Sure?"
Dr. Dubois studied her for a few seconds. Then he slipped an arm around her shoulder and rasped, "You won't regret this, Katherine. Never in a million years. I know what to do with a woman."
"Then do it."
"Don't rush yourself, Katherine. Unwind a little."
"How?"
"Come nearer."
Kitten snuggled up to Dr. Dubois and closed her eyes as his lips trapped hers. She felt his hand creep under her skirt and shivered. His fingers crawled along her thigh like bashful worms. Higher and higher, until they finally came to a rest against the warm webbing of her skimpy panties.
"All right?" he asked.
Kitten opened her eyes and smiled at him. "The patient is doing nicely, Doctor."
"Would you like a finger-massage to relax you a bit more?"
"Please."
Dr. Dubois nudged the moist webbing of her panties to one side. A heartbeat later he inserted his middle finger between the pouting lips of her pussy. "Perfect."
"Oooohhh!"
Anxiety edged his voice. "Am I hurting you, Katherine?"
Kitten's voice licked at him. "No, that feels wonderful, Doctor."
Dr. Dubois chuckled and wriggled his thick finger inside her cunt. Shock thrills raced through every fiber of her being. She didn't flinch at the way he was fucking her with his digit. He didn't give her pain. He was gentle and he was turning her on.
"Enough?" he asked.
Kitten smiled dreamily. "Of your finger, yes."
Dr. Dubois removed his finger from he dewy cunt and stuck it in his mouth to taste her juice. He smacked his lips and made her laugh. Then he stopped licking her twat-cream from his digit and went after the buttons on her blouse.
Kitten permitted him to have his way. Her midnight-colored hair got slightly mussed as she leaned back into the seat cushion to watch him open her blouse.
"Lean forward a bit, Katherine."
"How's this?"
"Excellent!"
Dr. Dubois helped Kitten out of the blouse and tossed it into the back seat. Then his mouth dropped to her tits. He kissed her white nylon bra. She felt her nipples harden under his lips, and momentarily her hips twitched to let him know that she could feel his kisses all the way down to the depths of her cunt.
Dr. Dubois continued to kiss her bra-covered tits. Lewdly. Loudly. Hungrily.
Kitten knew she was inexperienced when it came to sex, and so she let him set the pace. After all, a doctor should know something about the game they were going to play.
Dr. Dubois' hands turned clumsy with desire as he fumbled with her bra clasp. Her lips loosened in a smile as she watched her boobs spill free. Her nipples hardened, tingled, and made her shiver with delight.
Soon, she thought. Soon I'll feel his big fuck-pole inside my pussy.
Dr. Dubois paused to admire her naked tits.
Kitten felt no shame, no guilt.
"You are the most beautiful creature I've ever seen," Dr. Dubois said huskily. "Your exquisite tits quake with every breath you take, and you reek of sensuality and expensive perfume. Any man would be blessed to have you share his bed."
She manufactured a wistful smile. "My husband doesn't think so, Doctor. That's why I'm here with you tonight."
He cupped her chin in his hand and forced her to look into his eyes. "Don't apologize for your actions, Katherine. I know why you're here, and I'm glad."
She shook her head free of his cupping hand. "Don't be glad, Jason. Just be a good teacher. I need help."
"I'll give it to you."
"I want your cock."
"I know."
"I want you to massage my pussy with your cock."
"I will."
Her smile sagged; a sob caught in her throat. "Do it right, Jason. Don't leave me dangling. Fuck me good. Teach me to love getting fucked."
"I will."
"Hurry!"
Dr. Dubois hurried. He removed her skirt and panties. Kitten squirmed into fucking position, then gasped with surprise as the elderly doctor dipped his head and planted a resounding kiss on her pussy.
She pushed his mouth away from her tingling twinkie and hissed, "Not that way, Jason. Your cock. I want your cock."
Dr. Dubois sat up with a chuckle. He didn't take off his pants. He simply unzipped and hauled out his whang. Kitten's eyes widened at sight of it. She swallowed hard. Damn, his prick was longer and fatter than Dan's!
"Ready?" he asked.
"I think so."
Dr. Dubois lifted a knee and moved in between her yawning legs. He took her hands and placed his prick between them, then said, "Guide it inside your juicy cunt, Katherine."
She hesitated.
"Do it, now."
Kitten obeyed. Her fingers coiled around Dr. Dubois' pulsating prod. She squeezed his rod tightly for a moment, then tucked the pointed knob between the wet lips of her quim. The thrust that followed took her breath away, and once again the ice of disinterest chilled her cunt, but now it was too late.
Fucked.
She was fucked.
Kitten gritted her teeth to keep from screaming as Dr. Dubois forced her shoulder blades to the seat and buried his veined prick deep in her juicy cunt. Pain entered her twat. It didn't remain long. Pain left. Then came the heat. Strange heat. Filling her cunt. Making her aware of the fact that she was responding to the cock now sawing in and out of her hole.
"Still hurt?" her lover asked.
"No," Kitten replied as her hips began to twitch against the big prod that continued to snake in and out of her cunt. "No more pain. All I feel is the sweetness of your big sausage. So wonderful! So damn, damn wonderful! I love your cock. It's going to make me come, I know it is! I want to come, Jason. Make me come. Fuck me, fuck me!"
Dr. Dubois withdrew his cock a few inches, then slammed it home again. A low animal moan of pleasure escaped from between Kitten's lips as their bodies fused together. A savage hunger obsessed them, and now they were hungry for each other… in every way.
Their lips met and locked in an embrace of their own, and Dr. Dubois' hands massaged her tits as he poured the peter to her bubbling cunt. The kiss lasted a long time. Kitten was the first to break away.
"Ah," she sighed as his cock stroked in and out of her cunt, "don't be gentle, lover. Treat me like a whore. Ram that sweet fuck-stick of yours deep and make my ovaries scream!"
"Like this?" Dr. Dubois panted as he attempted to cram his balls beyond the wet lips of her pussy. "Like this?"
Kitten whimpered, and then she coiled her legs around his bucking butt. Her spiked heels hit the cloth-covered cheeks of his ass like jolts of electricity and made him shiver with delight. He laughed and kept humping. A heartbeat later Kitten grunted as he tried to stuff his balls in her pussy again, and shrilled, "Oooohhh, you almost made me come that time! Do it again! Again! I'm almost there! Don't fail me, lover! Ring my chime!"
Dr. Dubois tried. He ignored the sweat that trickled down into his eyes as he bucked toward a climax of his own, and a few seconds later he buried his boner deep and filled Kitten's box with a hot and generous load of sperm.
Kitten shivered and flirted with an eruption of her own.
It came a moment later.
Her hips jerked, her eyes rolled back in their sockets; then she screamed and exploded with a vicious come that almost rendered her unconscious.
Dr. Dubois exhaled loudly and backed his wilting whang out of her cunt. She felt his sperm ooze from her cunt and soak into the seat. Her legs uncoiled. She squirmed out from under his weight and sat up, smiling like the proverbial cat that had just finished dining on canary a la king.
"My first climax," she said, her voice edged with awe. "You gave me my first come, and turned me into a complete woman. Thank you, Jason."
He shook his head. "The pleasure was all mine, Katherine. But I'm glad you let me help you get over that penis fear of yours."
"So am I, lover." She reached for his cock and found it softer than a tube of silly putty. "Let me pump you up so you can fuck me again."
Embarrassment crawled across his face. "Pumping won't do a damn bit of good, Katherine. Once a night is the best I can do when it comes to fucking. At sixty-three I consider myself lucky to be able to do it that often." His voice turned sly. "But if it's another orgasm you want, I'll gladly eat you into one."
Kitten laughed and patted him on the cheek. "Another time, Jason. Tonight I'm only interested in rounding out my education with cocks, not tongues. Maybe I'll drop by your office tomorrow and let you lick my pussy, okay."
Dr. Dubois nodded solemnly. "Whatever you say, Katherine. I can always find the time to take care of someone as young and dewy as you." He glanced at his watch. "Speaking of time, I'd better get home before my wife reports me missing to the island police. Is your trunk unlocked?"
"Yes." Kitten caressed him with her eyes. "And thanks to you, so is my pussy."
Dr. Dubois threw back his head and laughed.