Wilde Kat

By Kitt Fox

The book is fiction, the message is not. This is a dirty world, with some dirty people in it. Somewhere someone is sadly living this story.

This is a thought provoking story of the unsettling truth about how sex is occurring without our knowledge while we parents are in our computer world. People by design sexually obsessed with a creative genius to pleasure themselves, and with the variety of sex toys and porno. rentals available, and with a willing participating friend or lover it is happening to a lot of our very young today.

WILDE KAT is only one example of the aftermath of young arousal and of the sexual experiences they want so desperately. With no knowledge of the health-risks that exist. Or the damage to their reputation as they become adults.

Sexual pleasure is the true enemy of our youth, and once experienced is difficult or impossible to contain.

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Apr 28, 2016
• ISBN: 9781491791950

Kitt Fox

Kitt Foxx is a retired, 81-year old successful, HVAC Instructor Auto Mechanic, HVAC Technology Service manager, in Automotive Dealer. He is a people person, always working with people. Reading and Writing, is his current passion. He lives in S/W. N.M.

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Prologue

M y name is Kathy Louise Wilde, and I Love Sex. I was sexually molested by a neighbor boy that was almost five years older than I was, and I loved it, he kissed me and had finger sex with me, and later we had intercourse until I was older. At that young age and beyond I became sexually insatiable. I'm now sixty nine years old and this is a partial story of my encounters and affairs, and of some of my dearest friends along the way. I left my home town and all my friends in search of a new start in Florida, after my divorce from my first marriage. I have recently learned that i have a form of viral Throat Cancer and it is treatable, but non curable, and non operative. My life has been one sexual experience after another; I have been married twice and had so many sexual partners that I cannot recall them all. And have had many episodes of sex with boys, men, and women. Sex has been foremost in most of my life, I have no children, and the man I married has no idea the travesty that my life has been, I've kept my secrets well, and tried to maintain a respectable image professionally. My life of sex and perversion started early in my life.

Please be aware that this story is very graphic, with raw and vulgar language used to describe many of the sex acts performed. And until this moment in my life, I have truly enjoyed sex, and fought it fiercely at times to no avail; I have definitely lived up to my nick name of.....

~Wilde Kat~

Chapter 1

I was born in Toledo Ohio at New Memorial Hospital on a beautiful fourteenth day of August nineteen fifty seven at 4:37 PM. I was named in honor of my Grandmother Katherine Annette Martin my mother's Mom. My mom, Julia Alice Martin Wilde, (Julie)and my father Robert Earl Wilde, (Bob)an auto worker at an Auto plant in Toledo. My mom owned a professional Beauty Shop in North Toledo. It was in April, nineteen sixty five that we moved into our new home about four miles south of Toledo, just off of South Ave, in a nice new development area of three bedroom homes on beautiful tree lined streets, called Fair Oaks, I don't really remember much about our old home up north of town, except that it was small and old, and cold. Our new home was at 334 E. Maple, and was very large and very warm, the development was a very large one about ten blocks long that ran East into the grove of woods that was entered from the I -75 Access road adjacent to the north side of I-75 freeway, each of the subdivision lots were quite large and heavily wooded, all the streets were dead end streets running east from the Access road, and all of them were named for trees, it was so nice, quiet, and cool in the summer when the trees were so green, and it smelled so wonderful back in there. That's where I met him when I was eight, we had moved here about three weeks ago, It was Saturday and I was out on the street riding my bike down to the end of the street and back when he walked out and stopped me and said my rear tire was low and offered to pump it up for me, he was older than I and lived a few houses East on my street. While pumping up my tire He told me had built a little hideout hut he called it, from a piece of tarpaulin and some tree limbs nailed to trees in the woods about five blocks south of our street and back east of the dead end streets he told me all about it, and having never seen or heard of a hideout hut I was interested, he ask if I would like to go there and see it sometime, and I said sure, Later that week I walked along with him one afternoon thru the woods to see his hut, it was almost invisible back in the shady shadows of the thick trees, he had placed a sleeping bag on the thick pile of leaves that he had piled up inside on the ground, and it was quite dark in there when I crawled inside with him. I ask if it had bugs or spiders, he laughed and assured me there were none in there. He had a thick mop of red hair, and said his name was Kenneth Alvin Bettis, but everyone just called him Red, because of my hair he said laughingly. Just call me Red. When I had first met him I had told him my name was Kathy, but everyone called me Kat. So Red and I became friends that afternoon over in the woods in the hideout hut. This was the first boy that I had ever been friends with. I was an only child, and very ignorant and trusting, and easily led. My downfall.

After showing me his collection of fishing equipment, comic books, sling shots, and pin up girls, we talked about our school, Red was so much smarter and mature than I was, and he was kinda my idol up to this point, I was starting to a new school, he said that he would ride the second bus to the same school that I attended, only I would take the first bus each morning and afternoon, our bus stop was eight streets south on the Access road at the intersection of South Ave. A big wide dirt lot served as the bus loading and parking area for parents that picked up and met the bus on cold, or rainy, mornings, I was not one of those fortunate few; I had to walk regardless of the weather. My mom and dad left for work early. And sometimes I had to stand out in the snow, rain and cold waiting on the bus to arrive so I could get inside and get warm again. Often if the bus was late due to snow, parents of other kids would invite me into their cars to get warm while waiting. That was very nice of them, often if Reds mom was driving him to the bus stop, she would pick me up before I reached the bus stop. Everyone was nice and helpful to us and often related to us about when they were kids and how cold they remembered being, doing what we were doing. Waiting on the stupid school bus in the cold with no shelter from the rain and snow in the winter, and the heat in the summer.

Chapter 2

S unday mornings were always busy at our house, mom woke dad and I at about six thirty, showered and appeared in the breakfast nook by seven, after that we dressed for church and Sunday school for me, and dad drove us back to our old area north of town to our church, mom was born in Dayton Ohio and met my dad when he was there in the military, she was the cashier at a large gas station in Dayton, that's where dad got gas for his car, then they met again Sundays at church, coincidence? Maybe. But that started their relationship, and we still go to the same faith church as they did then in Dayton. Mom liked the early services, we were usually back home by eleven am, and lunch, about every two or three weeks, after church we would go out to another new or different restaurant lunch, I liked that a lot. Mom was an excellent cook, but she liked a variety of different foods, dad didn't seem to care, he said anything beats what he got in the military. and it seems there was always a new restaurant opening that just had to be tried by mom and dad. Usually there was something on the menu that pleased me also, and Sundays with mom and dad was always a treat, they worked so much, and I was alone, it was always an adventure to be with them on Sunday, it was my favorite family day because we went places and visited different places and people that I liked. And in the summer dad spent the day on Saturday mowing the grass in our big front and back yard, and pruning the hedges on both sides of the yard. Sometimes in the summer they took me to the Fun Park on Sunday and let me ride the Rollercoaster, That was fun, but mom would not go on it with us or the Ferris Wheel, but my dad was not afraid of anything. Sometimes I closed my eyes so I wouldn't be scared.

Some mornings after church we visited old friends of ours still living up north of town, and normally had lunch there with them, some I liked, but if they were old people and no kids it was a real drag for me and I couldn't wait to go home. With nothing to do those were boring Sundays for me. But they were good friends of mom's and dads, and I knew to be on my best behavior. I liked it when we went to the home of one of mom's hair dressers that lived over west of town, kinda out in the country, they had two boys and one girl Jean, about my age and a little baby sister Annie, They had a big barn with animals and a cow, Jean showed me how to milk it, and pulling on her teats to get the milk, and I giggled because that was too funny. This one Sunday afternoon we walked down in the woods behind the barn and Jean's older brother Tommy went with us, and we came to a little Creek and he wanted to go in and play in the water, so he pulled off all his clothes except his shorts, as we watched he ran into it and splashed in the water, and ask us girls to come in also, we hesitated but it looked so cool, and it was a very warm day, so we pulled off our dresses, and prepared to go wadding in the water, I was wearing a bra, my breast were still growing, and my panties those I kept on, Jean however was not wearing a bra, she was still kinda flat, we ran into the water and splashed each other, and it was very refreshingly cool I noticed that her brothers thingy was getting hard and was sticking out in front of his underwear, he came over to me and started rubbing on my breast and my butt, and trying to pull me and my panties down, I think both of us were nine and her brother was, much older than we were, and stronger, soon he had us laying down up further in the woods where he had chased us, he had pushed up my bra and was sucking on my nipples and trying to finger me, Jean, and I both together eventually pulled down his shorts down to his ankles and we ran home after stopping in the barn to put our clothes back on. After that day, whenever we went to visit them, Jean and I stayed in her room and talked and played records and listened to the radio. And avoided her brother Tommy, the jerk she called him. She said he was always after her trying to get his hand in her panties, and wanting her to jerk him off. And sometimes she did. She said that her younger brother Michael never bothered her, I laughed and told her just wait, he will when he gets a little older. I guess all boys are the same, Red sure liked doing that to me, and I enjoyed doing it to him. But I never told Jean or anyone else about Red and I, because that was special between us. And we knew we would be in trouble if anyone knew they would someway make us stop. or in his case probably wind up in Juvi. and no one wanted that.

Chapter 3

M y dad had a brother that lived over in a northern suburb of Chicago Ill. that he wanted to go visit, next vacation, He had not seen this brother since before going into the military, and that was many years ago, my mom and I had never met him either, so dad's vacation was in June and we had everything packed and ready to go when the time arrived, dad was concerned with our pickup trucks readiness for this trip, He had a Cab over camper and had loaded and secured it and mom and I had placed our food and supplies inside, along with our bedding sheets and blankets, we were off the next Am at five thirty, so I got to sleep in the camper as we traveled, that was fun looking