While nineteen year old Kitty gazed at green fields of corn so rapidly slipping past the Greyhound's window, she didn't really see any of it; she couldn't think of anything except how stupid she'd been. Could Mom be right? Could she be pregnant? Instead of blowing her cool and talking back, maybe she should have simply gone along with what Mom said, just like she'd been doing since Dad left. It was just that Mom was so—so what was the proper word—irritating? Yes that described her, she was like a pair of too tight shoes, rubbing, rubbing, rubbing until you had a blister and then she still kept irritating the blister, just like the shoes, until finally it burst. Mom had finally pushed her past the limit and Kitty had burst out of the tight restraints Mom had used to control her since Dad left. Kitty still couldn't believe she'd had the nerve to stand up to Mom. She tried to remember just what brought things to a head—it all seemed like it had happened to someone else. First Billy acted like such an ass, not at all like the Mr. Cool everybody claimed he was, then Mom had seen the stains on her precious dress and everything got kind of fuzzy from there. Sitting there, staring out the window of the Greyhound taking her ever farther away from the only home she'd known, except for brief stays on Dad's farm, parts of her life flashed through her mind. Kitty had suffered a serious illness when she was in the second grade; something to do with her liver, Mom and Dad had shielded her from the gory details. The end result was she missed an entire year of school, and she didn't physically mature as fast as her friends. Kitty found herself thrown in a third grade class with a complete set of strangers, all of whom were bigger than her. When she complained to Mom about not having any friends in her class, Mom tried to convince her if she was friendly, the other students would become her new friends. Kitty immediately set out to make everybody like her and in the process she developed a great personality. By the time she reached high school she was the most popular girl in the class. Popular when at school, that is—when Kitty was in the sixth grade, Mom and Dad had a big time falling out about something; they would never tell her just what, but Kitty sort of pieced things together. Rightly or wrongly, she concluded Mom and Dad had joined the local swingers club and one or the other couldn't handle it. The result was Mom kept the house and custody of Kitty, while Dad moved to the farm he'd grown up on. With Dad living over ten hours away by bus, Kitty only saw him during the summer and on either Thanksgiving or Christmas. She thought it sucked. Making matters worse, Mom became paranoid about Kitty and boys. She ran a tight ship after Kitty became a teenager, allowing her to be very active for school functions but never letting her hang with friends after school hours. The net result was Kitty moved into her senior year older than her classmates in age but much younger socially. Her only sexual experience consisted of rare moments of slipping behind the bleachers at ball games, where she'd allow a boy to get to second base a few times, but never would she let a hand get under her clothes. Of course like all teenage girls, she and her friends would have sleep overs, where they'd giggle and talk about their experiences with boys. Sometimes they'd get together at Linda's house when her parents were at a party of their own. Those nights Linda would break out her dad's stash of porn tapes and they'd watch, spellbound by the action, until time for Linda's parents to return. By the end of their senior year all of Kitty's friends had confided that they'd 'done the dirty deed' and Kitty felt like the Lone Ranger, or better yet, The Lone Virgin. That was a title she swore she wouldn't take with her to Clemson. With the help of her best friend she put operation "Cherry Popper" into action. The first step, getting her a proper date for the prom, worked out sooo perfect; Kitty had been almost walking on air when Billy, the football star, all around jock, and supposedly number one stud around school, finally asked her to be his date for the prom. Kitty rushed home,hoping Mom would be in one of her good moods today; she'd been subject to wild mood swings lately, so wild that her friend Betsy had commented that Mom acted like she needed a man. Kitty's hopes were realized, and she gave her mother the good news. What she didn't tell Mom was her plan to lose her virginity on prom night. After all, this was the seventies, not the boring fifties, and a girl wasn't expected to be virgin on her wedding night. Mom had been almost as excited as Kitty. Together they dug into the cedar chest, pulled out the dress Mom had worn to her prom, the same dress she was wearing in the pictures Kitty had admired for so long, and by the time they'd finished, it fit Kitty perfectly free1080pporn.com. No, the words, a perfect fit, didn't do justice to the result. Kitty's olive skin and black hair, trimmed to just below the shoulders, combined with her petite body that seemed to have been made for the mint green dress, all came together to produce a young woman who would make any cock stand at attention. Or as Momma had said, "Don't worry, Honey," You look absolutely beautiful. All of the boy's will want to dance with you. Kitty frowned as they studied her image in the full length mirror. "But I look so small, so young," she protested. They won't give a wit that you look so young. Believe me; the day will come when you'll appreciate looking younger than you are. I guess you inherited those genes from your Dad's side of the family. That man's forty five and still doesn't look a day over thirty." "Maybe so, Mom—but I get so tired of looking at my friends, with their big boobs, knowing mine are the smallest in the whole senior class—senior class nothing, there are girls in the tenth grade with bigger boobs. Gazing into the mirror, she turned sideways and stuck her chest out. Her breast really weren't as small as Kitty thought. They were about the size of an orange, but Kitty wished for the grapefruit sized boobies some of her friends had. Mom made the appropriate soothing sounds as she put the finishing touches on Kitty's outfit, and in the process almost managed to convince her that she was indeed beautiful. "Don't worry, Honey. Everything will be perfect. After all," Mom reminded her, "You are Homecoming Queen, aren't you?" Yes everything had started out so perfect for Kitty, and had continued for the first part of the night. True, Billy hadn't paid as much attention to her as she would have wished, but still that's just how boys are; boys will flirt with every girl in sight, even if their date is sitting right there. He did dance with Kitty a lot; she was pretty sure he danced all the slow dances with her. And he was very attentive to her needs, every time her glass got almost empty, he get her another glass of punch. What she didn't know was, toward the end of the night, the glass contained a little bourbon, not enough to get her drunk and attract attention, but plenty to lower her inhibitions enough that, when his hands roamed over places they shouldn't, she didn't stop him. After the prom broke up, she readily agreed to skip going to the lake house, where most of her friends were planning to spend the night, chaperoned of course hotmyfreecams. Giggling, she eagerly followed Billy to his nineteen fifty seven Chevy hardtop, where she cuddled next to him for the short drive to Billy's favorite parking spot. Once there Billy backed it behind some bushes, where it wouldn't be readily visible should another teen have the same idea he had. "Come on," he pulled her to him. "Let's get in the back seat where it will be comfortable." Kitty was all for that since she fully intended not to still be a virgin at sunrise. Once in that big back seat, Billy's kisses set her afire while his hands roamed her body at will. Kitty's heart raced, her breathing sounded like she'd run the three minute mile, and when his fingers twirled themselves in her little patch of hair before finding their way into her moist inner core, she couldn't keep her undulating pelvis still. Time seemed to become a meaningless blur of a tongue probing her mouth, suckling lips nipping and pulling on her taught nipples before sucking them into a warm mouth, and fingers tracing the outline of her throbbing labia. She had no idea when her panties disappeared. All she knew was that her prom dress was bunched up around her waist and her green panties were hanging across the seat's back. She was in such a state of ecstasy she didn't care what happened—just so long as she didn't leave here as the only virgin in school She'd read a lot of romance magazines, seen the adult videos and like every teenage girl, she'd twittered and giggled while listening intently when friends related their actual experiences, so she had a convoluted idea of what was about to happen. She willing spread her legs wide, at Billy's urging, and she even adjusted her position for better comfort when Billy knelt between her legs. She was determined the next time she got together with her friends, she'd have something to tell about also. "Here", he said, "you guide it in." Kitty hesitated, she had seen the women do it on the videos, but she'd never actually touched a boy's thing with her hand. Billy grabbed her hand, and pulled it to his cock. "Take it," he urged. Kitty finally did as she was told; she wrapped her hand around his cock. She'd never felt one before, so she had no idea if the girls had been exaggerating about his size. She did know it was all she could do to get her hand around it, it felt warm and stiff, and when she stroked it like she'd seen in the videos, it started to throb. "Oh shit, don't do that; I won't be able to hold off." Billy changed his position until his cock was mere inches Kitty's waiting pussy. "Now guide it in like I told you." Kitty brought the head to her labia as Billy lowered himself. His cock touched but wouldn't penetrate. Kitty rubbed it around, trying to get it right, but nervousness and excitement combined with inexperience to prevent success. Finally Billy could stand it no longer. Supporting himself on knees and one hand, he pushed Kitty's hand away from his cock and with one swift movement he had it between the lips of Kitty's virgin cunt. He swiped it up and down her moist slit until he had it just right. Kitty had never felt anything like it in her life. As the mushroom head of Billy's cock slipped along her entrance, she moaned, "Oh Billy; that feels wonderful." She wondered why she hadn't done this long ago. "Give it to me," she gasped. Billy had his cock close enough to where he wanted it; he could feel the barrier standing between him and paradise. Since Kitty's comfort wasn't a big factor with him, he gave a mighty shove, and his cock popped into her warm sheath; she screamed in pain and started beating at him with her fist. "Get off! Stop! That hurts," She yelled, but Billy had paid no attention. He didn't break stride as he pumped his cock in and out. It felt like her insides were being torn asunder as he rapidly pounded into her, completely ignoring her cries for him to stop. Thankfully for Kitty, he was far too excited to last long and soon he was pumping his hot jism into her clutching, abused pussy. "That good Baby?" He sat up when finished and switched on the interior lights before wiping his cock with tissues. That's when he first noticed the blood and sperm draining from her swollen cunt. A continuous small string of the mixture was draining down her butt cheeks, some being absorbed by her dress, but much was puddling on the car seat. "You stupid bitch!" Billy's face turned pale. "Look what you did to my Dad's car! He'll kill me." Kitty was in shock. She tried to clean herself up as best she could; unfortunately that wasn't very good. That's not the way it's supposed to be, she thought as they sped back toward her home. She'd read enough romance stories and gossiped enough with experienced girls to know it wasn't supposed to be like this. Sure, all the girls claimed it hurt a little at first, but they'd quickly got over that and it had felt wonderful. They had to be right; who'd want to have something crammed up their cunt, hurt like hell, throb a few seconds and leave her completely unsatisfied, with sperm all over her and her prom dress—the same dress Mom had worn to her prom and was so crazy about. "Mom's gonna be some kind of pissed," She could thought. Naturally Mom had waited up to greet Kitty when she got home and of course the first thing she noticed was the blood and sperm stains all over her precious dress and 'Pissed' wasn't the word.