Kitten In Heat

In a few seconds, the two increased their pace. Kitty felt herself allowing him to build up a furious pace that further moistened her cunt with every deep stroke.

From upstairs, her horrible cunt of a husband called down:

"Honey, have you seen my money clip?" came a groggy voice.

Slowing but not stopping, the two glanced at each other and reveled in the stolen encounter. With long premeditated movements between hips they matched each other stroke for stroke.

"I've always hated him!" Franklin quietly cursed driving the length of himself into his submissive stepmother.

"Ha-have y-you looked on the night stand...?" Kitty called up the stairs.

Trying to speak was difficult – she was soaked with wetness and adrenaline. Sweat rolled down the top of her white thighs.

"Slap-slap-slap." announced their hips as they smacked together in a desperate rhythm.

"No. It's definitely not here. Uh, Katherine? I don't see it, Katherine!?" came the horrible cunt's raspy nasal voice.

Kitty bit her free hand trying to bite back a squeal of excitement.

"Is Franklin down there with you?" asked the horrible cunt.

"Ye-ey-yeah.", was all the response that Franklin could manage.

"He's coming down here...!" Kitty hissed feeling an orgasm building inside her.

Franklin withdrew with a large amount of prejudice. He slid his long cock out of Kitty with a sigh. Neither one of them had managed to orgasm but the experience left it's unforgettably fiery mark on each of them.

"What a load of shit! Kitty, we have to finish..." Franklin pleaded.

The horrible cunt, a squat man with a dark receding hairline and nervous, shifty eyes, finally began to make his way downstairs. When he came into view he was staring appreciatively at his gold Rolex. Franklin, backing himself into his boxers turned and leaned back towards the stovetop – parking his hard-on under the countertop, exasperated, looking as nonchalant as possible.

"After he leaves...I'm gonna suck you raw, Daddy." Kitty said in an all too audible enough tone as she re-adjusted the pajama bottoms around her waist.

"Dad-dee?" Franklin mouthed in response as an incredulous expression that spread over his face. Franklin was so glad he had finally made his move, this was a wild woman on the inside, he thought.

Oblivious, the horrible cunt strolled up to the disheveled kitchen counter and made a disapproving face.

"Well, I found it, gang – I left in on the bureau. Right in front of my face and I didn't see it." The horrible cunt quipped.

"Imagine that, Eddie?" Franklin said, a dry smirk replacing the disappointment and shock.

Franklin sat down on a stool with his back to his very worked up stepmother and oblivious father and brooded over the pans on the stovetop.

"Honey, uh - where exactly are my eggs?" the horrible cunt said.

Edward, the horrible cunt, had a way of saying obvious things like they were fragments of ancient Tibetan wisdom that he was sharing with his bone headed flock. It was one of the many reasons that he was such a horrible cunt.

"Oh." Kitty said, looking over to the stovetop.

Franklin cringed.

The eggs were lying in runny white and orange blob, uncooked, in a pan.

"Well, that's just perfect, gang. Just perfect." The cunt uttered.

II. Edward, now and forever known as the Horrible Cunt by his adopted son Franklin, marched out of the house after giving his wife an obligatory kiss on the cheek and distracted pat on her rear.

Franklin waved a middle finger over his shoulder as the old man departed.

As his BMW cleared the driveway the two breathed a collective sigh of relief.

"What a creep you decided to marry, 'Mom'.", Franklin said in a tone dripping with impunity.

"Franklin, if I didn't marry him we would've never met. How can you fault me for that?" Kitty said in a perky and diplomatic tone.

"I only want you to call me Daddy from now on - I love that." Franklin responded.

Katherine smiled: "Yessir, Daddy-o, sir!" Kitty said, giving him a mock salute and a facetious grin.

Something about a beautiful grown woman calling him "Daddy" loosened the bitter grip of jealousy on his heart. It was extremely hard to be angry in the face of her overwhelming sexuality and sweetness.

"He'll never know." Franklin said to the floor.

"The Horrible Cunt is oblivious. I spent 5 years in guitar lessons and recitals before he asked me why I was always late from school. I told him that got in a lot of fights and was in detention. You know what he told me?" Franklin admitted.

Kitty's brown eyes settled on Franklin who was apparently talking to the floor.

"That's nice." Franklin said, trying to drain away the last of his resentment into the linoleum tiling.

"The important thing is that the Cunt'll never know a thing unless he catches us redheanded – maybe not even then..." He said, finishing his oral argument by looking up to Kitty.

"It's perfect logic. I see no apparent fault, Daddy." Katherine said blankly and comically - adjusting her baby t-shirt against the warm flesh of her full breasts. She picked an imaginary piece of lint from off her breast, making sure she now had Franklin's full attention.

A conspiracy was coming to an early fruition in them. An easy grace connected them made of lust and need.

As the sexual tension increased the room grew quiet and still.

"I dunno. I'm feeling kinda hurt over our interruption this morning. After all that was technically our first time -" Franklin said inching closer to her.

"Oh Daddy, what do you have in mind for our second time?" Katherine whispered, full of mock terror. The eager points of her nipples stared at him from underneath the thin cotton material of her baby t-shirt.

"Wait until you see what I have planned for you..." he joked.

Franklin began totaling up all the activities he had wanted to carry out with this woman. He had dreamed up quite a list while he was in school or working his night job. The few women he had dated seemed so close to frigid that he had plenty of time to sort out what he would do with a an available female like Kitty.

He wondered just how submissive his stepmother would be for him.

Would she dress in next to nothing for him? Play games with him? Would she go down on him in public? Would she get a girlfriend? Would she lick her little pussy, too? Could he videotape her like he had his previous girlfriends? Where was the line at with her? Where? he wondered.

"Would you do something for me, Kitty?" Franklin asked with all these burning questions in mind.

Kitty just smiled - offering a coy, half-innocent grin.

"Just about anything for you, Daddy." Her voice was still a whisper as if she had privately decided to agree to anything that Franklin could ever think up for her.

That was enough for Franklin. Silently closing the distance between them he upturned the small baby t-shirt up to expose both of her c-cup tits. She had extremely well formed nipples, perfect unbroken circles, surrounded by soft pink areoles that gave way to tender mounds of white flesh.

"Mmmm..." Kitty cooed, encouraging her stepson to be as wild as possible.

He greedily sucked at each breast devouring the mounds of feminine flesh as he raked his hands across her chest to her crotch. He held the back of her neck with one hand and was using his mouth and free hand to work her tender flesh into worried bits.

Small, almost imperceptible, red lines made by his fingertips connected over the gentle arc of her stomach as she her breath became hotter and hotter begging to give in to wild abandon.

"I'd..." Katherine pondered the weight of her next words carefully and said, "I'd really hate it if you ripped my clothes off, Daddy".

She suggested this so evilly into his ear that Franklin had to pinch himself. Who was this woman he had stumbled into?

Franklin disconnected from devouring her beautiful cleavage and looked deep into her eyes.

Taking the collar of her baby t-shirt in both hands he smiled and smoothly tore the material directly down the center in a single tear - spilling her perfect breasts out as her chest began to heave.

The remainder of her shirt clung like a thin, wide-open vest, completely her torso. She looked at him her eyes drifting in a delirium as her mind raced with a thousand fantasies being realized.

"And these?" Franklin asked pulling at her pajama bottoms.

Kitty nodded hastily her hands cupping her breasts and grazing her nipples with her fingertips.

"I'd really hate of you tore those off, too, Daddy. You might want to fuck me again if you do that." Kitty cooed putting a soft emphasis on the word "fuck".

Franklin pulled at the waistband of her baby blue pajama bottoms but they would not give way. Frustrated, he spun her around and tore into the seam at the back of her pajama bottoms until she stood there in the shredded rags of her pajamas, tits heaving and pussy lightly glistening.

She turned in place like a subjugated queen enjoying being taken brutishly by a brutish slave.

"Now about you sucking me dry, Kitten?" Franklin said standing at his full proud height before her.

"MM-hmm!" she agreed with her lips pressed together tightly.

Kitty dropped to her knees in front of him and hungrily freed his rock hard cock from his boxers – bombarding his cock with her tongue seeking out the root of their wild attraction. She pulled his boxers free of his hips – dropping them unceremoniously in a ruffled pile sat his feet.

Franklin had been with enough women to know that very few of them had ever been as turned on as the woman who had just practically fell onto her knees in front of him. She was a find.

Her mouth was barely an inch away from the head of his 8-inch cock when she looked up at him. As she pumped his cock with her right hand her gaze grew focused and warm.

Kitty looked up, wanting Franklin to see how much she was falling in love with him - sending all the sweetness and beauty of her troubled spirit at him with her eyes as she prepared herself to give him everything he wanted.

Her hot breath raised the hairs on his crotch as her eyes burned holes into his eyes engraving themselves into his memory.

Franklin felt himself falling for her, too. He wanted to say something, anything, to mark this emotional momentum. Instead, he pulled a lock of long black hair from her round face and placing a thumb on her chin, pressed his fingers against her lips.

Kitty's full red lips parted. She fell on top of his cock and slowly engulfed the entire shaft allowing it to slide over her curled tongue and down the inner recesses of her throat. She gently pulled it in and out of her mouth - letting it pierce the center of her being with every deep stroke.

While softly pumping the shaft with one hand she heard Franklin asking her:

"Do wanna you touch yourself, little kitten?"

"Mmm-hmm" she affirmed remaining focused on her task.

"You wanna do that now, right?" Franklin asked.

"MMM-hmm!" Kitty said as she tucked her stepson's cock into the inside of her mouth.

She reached down and rubbed two fingers into the inferno of her womanhood grinding them deep in harsh half-moons over her clit.

She became wild and inhibited, as the tempo increased. Little streams of sound would emerge to punctuate the motions. Not really moans or groans but uncontrolled vocal expression: deep animal murmurs beyond the power of language to fully express.

As Kitty deep throated her stepson and finger fucked herself she felt the waves of sensation signaling the impending shock of orgasm.

It was so quick for her to come so soon. She thought.

She gave his cock a final deep suck and pulled backwards.

Finally, the orgasm ripped through her body. Inner cascades rocked her and overwhelmed her sense of balance. Kitty fell forward against Franklins bare thighs – never releasing his bulging rod.

"Oh, muh- da...Da-di-Daddy. Oh, my - Daddy." Was all she could manage to say. A hushed mantra.

Franklin's huge evil grin greeted her as she gradually returned to earth.

She noticed that she still had a death grip on Franklin's rock hard cock and then realized why he was smiling.

"I'm in real trouble this time – aren't I, Daddy?" Kitty asked in a playful tone from the kitchen linoleum.

Rising up from her knees, Kitty finally disengaged her grip on her stepson's cock. Kitty stepped out of the rags that were once her favorite loungewear.

As she stood it was clear why Franklin still was so turned on. This was an artist's model come to life.

She was gorgeous. Kitty had a generous portion amount of fair colored tits and hips that was well apportioned to her slender shoulders, waist and thin calves. She was a petite knockout with an hourglass figure.

"What now, Daddy? Are you gonna fuck me now like one of your bad girls?"

"I love when you talk like that" Franklin said.

He pulled his t-shirt over his head and kicked his boxers away taking her in a warm embrace.

"I am gonna fuck your little pussy like one of my bad girls."

Katherine gave a short exhale – this was only getting more exciting for her.

"– tell me that you're a bad girl like you're a spoiled 19-year-old cheerleader would do." Franklin instructed.

She drove a toe into the floor and made a facetious smile as they held each other's completely naked bodies.

Kitty brightened her tone when she said: "Oh Daddy...I've been such a bad, bad girl."

"Yes, you have Kitty-kat. Yes you have." He said directly into her ear.

No more flirtatious looks or brushes were in their initial embrace nor was it apparent the savageness of their coupling. Franklin, taking his Milf conquest in a slight variation of the traditional doggie style position, this with Katherine's arms spread outward and her head resting on the shag carpet, dug and twisted his cock into the deepest folds of Katherine's tight pussy, massaging his fingers into the soft pink nub of her clit.

The two, on the floor of the living room, grinded themselves into an oblivion of lust, sweat and hormones until they both heaved – but neither was finished with the other, yet.

Franklin, getting to his feet, gently this time – he pulled Katherine to her knees facing him and thrust his rigid member between her ripe breast. The head, with rest of his shaft buried in her firm cleavage being gently stroked, brushed her lips and chin as she tried to swallow it with each slow pass from between her tits.

"I need it, Daddy. Gimme what I need? Please?" Katherine cooed, her new personality as his "kitten" already sinking into her in many ways.

He removed himself from her breasts, allowing her one more deep gulp of his cock (of which: she didn't offer the slightest gag) and tugged on his cock and it spewed forth a gush of semen. A porn star amount of sperm issued forth as Katherine smiled, watching some delicate thick stings of cum trickle down her full breasts, across the soft sprinkling of cinnamon brown freckles on her upper chest and spraying across her beautiful face.

"Do you love me, little Kitten?" Franklin asked, breathless holding her face by the point of the chin.

"You are all I love now, Daddy." She answered.

The afternoon passed with Franklin rewarding Katherine for her "good behavior" of which, mostly consisted of nude modeling and sampling his video collection. Franklin was careful to choose scenes containing two women and one man.

"It's important to train this one right." Franklin reflected to himself, watching Katherine's growing interest in doing exactly what he wanted, what he liked, what he needed.

"Have you ever done anything like them?" Katherine asked, pointing to a frisky brunette on the monitor, who was busy being playfully spanked by a pale blonde while also greedily sucking at a porn actors 10 inch cock.

"Heh-heh, oh my, little kitten..." was all Franklin told her hoping to drive a sense of excited curiosity home to her.

As they unwound in his bed, spooning and watching porn, Franklin began fondling her ass cheeks while cupping a large hand around one her perfect breasts.

"Do you like it?" Franklin whispered vaguely, devilishly.

Katherine looked at the monitor. The pale brunette and actor were both fucking the very fortunate brunette's brains out. On each side they glided in and out of her mouth and pussy as the brunette whimpered and cooed. Katherine answered only by lifting a leg, heel on the bed, to allow Franklin greater access to her moistening cunt.

"Do you think you'd like to play like that with me someday, little Kitten?" Franklin whispered coolly into her ear.

"You mean? Get my little pussy fucked by a strange woman - "

"and me -" he said as his fingers built up tempo across her now soaked cunt.

"...at the same time?" Katherine finished, as the erotic multiplication of this idea began to flush her orgasm closer.

Before she could answer her body trembled and shockwave of orgasm ripped through her petite frame.

When it passed, Katherine turned back to Franklin and laid a deep passionate kiss on him.

"Anything for you, Daddy – anything..." she whispered.

III. All of it was beginning to weigh heavily on poor, young Franklin's bent mind. His feelings for Kitty were a mix of a man's pure lust to master a woman and a boy's need to completely trust a girl.

These two burning needs were not being reconciled.

Even now, the horrible cunt was drooling all over his kitten. Franklin laid in his darkened basement bedroom and tried to push away the growing conflict unfolding inside of him.

The horrible cunt was sure that something had changed within his new wife's mentality but couldn't detect what it was. All he knew was that he liked it.

Katherine and Edward lay in their bedroom upstairs. Edward stared blankly at his wife as she read through a book of philosophy that he'd recalled maybe seeing in Franklin's old collection.

"Who cares about motorcycles, anyhow?" the horrible cunt screeched.

Kitty continued reading with a raised eyebrow.

"Are we fighting, Katherine?" the horrible cunt started as Kitty tried to ignore him.

Edward pulled the sheet down from his wife's lovely legs. They were like slightly toned at rest and warm to the touch.

Katherine dutifully ignored him.

"Then maybe we can..." the horrible, and slovenly, cunt said as his hands rubbed her upper thigh.

Kitty set the book down on her chest in a frustrated lump.

"Why don't I make you a drink?" Kitty said in her most amicable tone.

"Say, that's more like it, wife-of-mine!" the horrible cunt wheezed.

Kitty hopped up from the bed and marched out of the room her buns wiggling gently under her plush black robe.

She dropped two small white pills into the bottom a short thick glass and ground them into dust then applying a mixture of dark scotch and sweet bourbon over it.

"This will get you outta my hair for awhile." Kitty told the beverage as she dropped a finger into the alcohol and stirred it.

"Mean old man." She cursed as she came back up the stairs.

TO BE CONTINUED