John C Douglas

Wild cherry

CHAPTER ONE

Like most teenagers, Kitty was eager for sex but afraid-after she was introduced to its excitement she became the neighborhood femme fatale!

"Don't answer it, Steve!"

Glenda Walling's words were muffled, drifting up from between our naked bodies like little puffs of supersaturated steam. They sprayed my left nipple with their hot wetness, then floated upward to blend with the sounds of coital fusion and the insistent jangle of the telephone.

The words were also a little strained, which was not at all surprising when you consider Glenda's position at that moment and the fact that I was ramming nine inches of prick in and out of her awkwardly placed cunt.

We were on the king-sized water bed in my apartment, Glenda on her back with her statuesque legs shoved up and back until the slender ankles formed an erotic frame for her disheveled hair, and her delightfully tight pussy was elevated at least two feet above the bed's obscene undulations.

Suspended above her contorted body, I was braced on both arms, my fingers clutching her ankles to maintain the angle of her juicy slit, fucking her with a rhythm dictated by the searing waves of pleasure that tore through my tightening balls with every delicious slide.

Since my chest was directly over her face, Glenda had unhesitatingly started licking my tit, finally covering the small circle with her wet lips and providing the full treatment. Like everything else she did, the action seemed designed to satisfy her own desire, rather than something she was doing for my benefit.

When the phone rang, I came to a pelvic halt with my cock rammed hard against her womb. For Glenda, this provided the opportunity to exercise those highly trained vaginal muscles and she began a powerful flexing which made me groan each time the hot pressure rippled up the length of my prick.

Ever screw a woman with a cunt that rippled?

That's the only way I can accurately describe the sensation. She would tighten the lips of the slippery pussy about the base of my cock until the shaft seemed to swell even larger with the engorgement of trapped blood. Then, as her almost painful grip relaxed, she would clamp down with the next muscular ring, repeating the movement until the torrid depths were chewing at the very tip of my joint, feeling for all the world like a dozen greedy mouths sucking and licking the throbbing head.

More than once she had brought me off with that technique, urging me to remain perfectly still while that feverish cunt sucked and milked my cock to a wild, jerking finale. That was another thing about Glenda that kept me coming back for more. No matter how I emptied my balls with her, she gave every evidence of enjoying it just as much as I did.

I had to shift my body to reach the bedside phone and the motion shoved my dick still deeper into the undulating grip, making her whimper and dig her nails into my ass. Her left leg, freed from its improbable elevation, wrapped about my waist like a copulating snake, levering her ass upward and causing the waterbed to amplify the movement transforming it into a series of slowly diminishing strokes that slid the flexing cunt up and down my prick with predictable results.

"Steve Grammer," I gasped into the phone wondering just how I sounded to the person on the other end. Probably as though I was being squeezed by an affectionate grizzly bear. The comparison was appropriate. At least nine inches were being given that treatment, but the result was quite different.

A decidedly female voice informed me that Western Union had interrupted my journey toward paradise in order for that sprawling monopoly to increase its financial worth by the price of one important message.

"Read it!" I groaned, adding a thrust of my own to the fading motion of the bed and hearing Glenda's happy gurgle as my prick slid past her ever hungry womb and buried its head in the slimy folds of ecstatic tissue.

"Are you alright, Mr. Grammer?" the disembodied voice asked solicitously. She sounded young and I permitted my writer's mind to fashion an appropriate image of a concerned face, soft eyes peering anxiously into the phone while her taut-nippled breasts rose and fell in mounting excitement.

"Honey!" I gasped. "You wouldn't believe it! Just read the damn thing!"

"Well!" The voice was indignant and I imagined the sleek thighs clamping together, barring access to that cute little slit. "There's no cause for offensive language."

"Look, baby!" I growled, trying to force Glenda's ass through the bed by adding more weight to my hips. "I'm fighting a war and you broke in on a decisive battle."

There was a moment of silence and I could hear the faint hum Ma Bell has never successfully eliminated. Then she gave a suppressed chuckle. There was nothing more, but I knew that she knew and secretly approved. I could almost see the thighs relax, separating and revealing the moist lips of her young pussy, oozing its honey as she shared vicariously in the act she could now visualize.

"Steve Grammer, Apartment 12-A, Tolson Building," she purred, and I imagined one hand busy between her thighs as she continued.

"Dear Steve: Sorry to disturb. Stop. Emergency forces sending Kitty to you and Gloria. Stop. I will pick her up next Monday. Stop. Love, Nadine. That's Nadine Harley, 6148 Madi…"

"Yeah!" I interrupted. "I know. Thanks, sugar."

Her "You're welcome, Mr. Grammer," slid down the wire and curled about my balls like a warm, wet tongue. I cradled the phone with a soft curse and, for the first time, Glenda stopped wriggling her cunt on my dick.

"What's the trouble?" she asked gently. I released her right leg and she let them both drift down to the bed, creating only a minor earthquake in that cuntal embrace.

"My sister," I grunted. "She's sending her kid here for the rest of the week."

"Good!" she murmured. "It'll keep you out of mischief."

"Good, my ass! She thinks Gloria's still here. I haven't told her about the divorce."

"Why not, Steve? That was months ago."

"You know how it is. We write each other about once a year. I haven't seen her since Christmas before last. Christ! I'll have to call her."

"Why? Can't you put up with a kid for a few days? You've got plenty of room here."

I eased my prick out of her protesting cunt and wobbled to the edge of the waves, digging my toes into the carpet and reaching for a cigarette. Lighting it, I inhaled and let the smoke escape with a noisy sigh. My cock, still hard and slick with Glenda's juices, stared up at me with its single eye, seeming to weep in sympathy as a single drop of jism oozed out like a thick tear. I jogged my memory, counting the years and the birthdays.

"The kid," I said solemnly, "is fifteen years old and female."

"Huh oh!" Glenda sat up, making two attempts before the shifting surface would permit her to assume a yoga position, her cunt winking at me with wet, red lips, the black hairs glistening with the product of our incomplete fusion. "You're right! You'd better call her."

I handed her the cigarette and lit another for myself, reaching for the little book in the drawer of the bedside table and finding Nadine's number. As my finger punched out the eleven numbers, I let the years slip away and recalled that summer afternoon in '57 when Nadine introduced me to the exciting mysteries which were to become my vocation and hobby in the months to come.

At thirteen I was already well developed, although my opportunities had failed to keep pace with my ability. My experience with girls was limited to a mutual exploration and finger massage which, although pleasant, left us unsatisfied.

Nadine, at eighteen, was equipped with far more than her rightful share of dips and curves. Twice, since I became twelve, she had permitted me the arousing pleasure of watching her bathe, and the sight of those creamy smooth mounds and the furry triangle with its mysterious vertical slit had stiffened my precocious cock to a painful hard which I later diminished by furious masturbation, imagining, of course, that I was really shoving it in and out of Nadine's twat.

We were alone in the big house, Mom and Dad being off to some social bash, when she danced into my room, catching me just toweling down from a hot shower, and whirled about, hugging her thrusting tits in excitement, babbling the news and throwing both arms about my neck before she noticed my nakedness.

She was going to be married, she told me, following me down onto the bed as I stumbled backward. Her weight was a delightful pressure and her thigh was soft and warm against mine where her skirt had slid up in our awkward descent.

She had been going with George Harley for several months and I wasn't really surprised that he had finally popped the question. I suppose he figured it was the only way he could pop the meat to Nadine, and Lord knows he was anxious to do that. The poor guy kept a perpetual erection when he was with her and she had admitted that she played with it just enough to keep him in a state of constant shock, never quite permitting him to reach an orgasm, nor letting him go beyond a fingertip caress of her hot little snatch.

Nadine was so busy describing the circumstances under which George had proposed that she didn't notice the upward crawl of her skirt until she felt the thrust of my swelling cock against her bare crotch.

She had removed her panties immediately upon entering the house, for they were wet from her torrid petting session with her husband-to-be. Now, for the first time, her little brother found himself with a rock hard cock pressed delightfully into the deep crease of her pussy.

Her voice trailed off into a lengthy silence while she stared down into my face with eyes which slowly softened in shared desire, the long lashes lowering as if to hide her thoughts.

Her body had remained motionless after that initial discovery, except for the slow rise and fall of her breasts under the thin blouse, their warm resilience sliding against my chest and arm as she lay half on top of me, the summer sun peeping through the window as if to encourage the urge that was already boiling through our flesh like liquid fire.

"Steve!"

It was the only word she said, and it was breathed out from those moist, red lips so softly that I felt, rather than heard its implied hunger. Her mouth floated down to cover mine and I tasted her sweet tongue boring between my teeth and curling about my own in a kiss that sent my pulse skyrocketing and made my cock jerk against her cunt with repeated archings.

Our lips still glued together, I managed to roll over until I was on top of her, my fingers fumbling with her buttons and opening the blouse to expose those luscious tits, their melon red nipples already strutted and thrusting, quivering as my hand fondled them in instinctive caressing.

I kissed over her chin and warm, white throat until my mouth could claim the delicious morsels that formed the peaks of those two trembling mounds. I had never touched a girl's breasts before, other than the insignificant nubs of my undeveloped playmates. Now, I was not only touching, but licking and sucking with an avidity that made my sister whimper with mounting excitement.

I sensed, and she later verified my conclusion, that any movement of my hand toward that hot dampness between her legs would drag her back from the very edge of surrender. I managed to hold my hips perfectly still, employing only hands and mouth on those succulent nipples, drawing their spongy fingers into my lips and sawing my tongue back and forth across their nerve laden tips.

Carefully, sweating with the strain of restraint, I began inching my hips upward, sliding my engorged cock through the slippery furrow of her cunt until I felt the increased heat and trembling of her vaginal entrance. Even then, I hesitated, pressing just enough to arouse the sensitive membranes and draw a sudden gush of hot nectar from the eager depths, bathing my cockhead and causing it to jerk forcibly against the lips of her pussy.

Her legs had been stretched wide on either side of mine, unmoving except for an answering quiver as I moved against her. Now, they bent and lifted, the thighs sliding along my naked hips until her heels were pressed hard against the bed.

Sucking her breath in between tightly clenched teeth, she pushed her hips upward, sliding the incredibly hot lips of her pussy over my prick and drawing me into her belly.

Like most boys, I had experimented with various substitutes in the youthful attempt to duplicate the feel of a woman's cunt on my aroused prong. I had ranged from warm calf's liver to a carefully prepared watermelon, enjoying them all. But nothing I had experienced was anything like the mushy tightness of Nadine's receptive cunt.

The pulsating lips encircled the head of my cock and I was prepared to slide deep into that delicious grip. Then I felt the resistance increase, and the pressure seemed distributed almost evenly over my throbbing glans, becoming painful as Nadine pressed upward with greater determination.

I had never considered the possibility that my sister was still cherry. So far as I was concerned, a girl who went out with boys could not possibly resist the lure of their beckoning cocks. To discover that Nadine had retained that hymenic barrier and was now trying pantingly to effect an entrance for my eager prick sent maddening thrills through my youthful balls, forcing a surge of fuckjuice from the boring tip and lubricating the narrow slit in the quivering membrane.

Her hips jerked, the tremor grinding the delicious pressure against the head of my cock, and her thighs slid higher along my hips. Her hands flashed from back to buttocks, the fingers gripping the tense pads of my lifted ass, pulling me down between her legs as she shoved that hungry pussy upward with little whines of desire.

I slid both hands beneath her shoulders, wrapping my fingers about them until the tips were pressing her collarbone. If she was really as hot as my limited knowledge told me she was, she would welcome whatever force was required to penetrate that virginal shield.

I bore down with a tightening of thighs and hips, moving my ass in a slight grinding. Nadine grunted against my shoulder, but her legs scissored my waist more firmly and the fingers on my bottom encouraged me to greater effort.

It hurt! So far as my cock was concerned, I might as well have been trying to stick it in her navel. I was certain, from frequent discussions with some of the older boys who had encountered this natural phenomenon, that the maidenhead had an opening. But all I could feel was a solid, hot pressure that had ceased to yield under my steady assault.

Nadine seemed unable to force words from her panting lips. But her strangled groan of desire demanded still greater effort. The mouth of her cunt tightened and relaxed about my shallow insertion, the warm wetness moving against the sensitive head of my cock like a hungry kiss, and I redoubled my pressure, biting my lip to stifle the cry of pain as the resistance made itself felt up the entire length of my six inch shaft.

"Aaaaaarrrggg Hhhhh!"

I added a half-scream of my own to Nadine's animal-like cry as the barrier yielded and my prick wormed through the torn membrane, enlarging the entrance until the flaring corona snapped through and I was sliding into her pussy with a groan of unprecedented pleasure.

Her hips retreated, ass slamming against the bed in an attempt to escape the invasion of her tender cunt. But the feel of that hot tissue, folding and writhing about my sliding prick, was too overwhelming. With a powerful hunch, I shoved until my pubic bone grated against her clitoris and my balls slapped into the crease of her trembling ass.

I held it there, completely hilted in her ruptured pussy, panting as the cuntal walls shifted in involuntary adjustment, fitting their hot wetness about my cock and squeezing it with rapid undulations that threatened to suck my come from me before I could begin fucking that slippery sheath.

Slowly, still moaning, her body relaxed and her lips responded to mine with a voluptuous swirling of her tasty tongue. In that short span of time, I had transformed my sister from an innocent girl to a passionate woman whose virginity was gone, its ragged remains clenched firmly about the cock that throbbed deep in her cunt.

She winced when I began pulling my tool outward. The cuntal tissues clung to, its thick stem like weeping lovers, embracing it with restraining grip until the rim of the swollen head was trapped by the elastic circle of her entrance.

I paused there, suddenly aware that I was about to provide her with the first of a long series of satisfying thrusts. In the years to come, she would probably welcome a hundred different pricks into that pliant snatch. But I was first. It was my cock which was about to provide her first, wonderful fuck.

It was my first one, too. But I didn't think about that until later. I knew there was no barrier in that delightful cunt now. I could slide in and out with nothing but the hot resistance of the clenching tissues to slow my stroking.

"Uuuuuhhhhhhhhh!"

It wasn't a cry of pain this time. My prick slipped into her like a well oiled piston, boring past the mouth of her womb and ramming its head into the shivering tissues that seemed to fold themselves about it in happy welcome.

Nadine's legs wrapped about my waist and her ass began performing the same gyrations I had witnessed when Sammy Fain and I had slipped into the burlesque house and watched the strippers bump and grind their sequin-covered cunts to the savage beat of a bass drum.

Nadine didn't need a drum. I was supplying the beat with the in-and-out motion of my man-sized prick and she was following the rhythm with a writhing of her sweet young ass which, even today, I can describe only as perfect.

Her cuntal walls were exuding a warm, slippery juice that made my passage easier and I increased the speed of my strokes, slapping my belly against hers and mashing those glorious tits with the pressure of my chest as I fucked her.

Nadine didn't wait for me. The frictioning of my cock through her excited vagina brought her to a writhing, bucking climax before I had rammed her more than twenty times. I didn't know what to do when her cunt began clamping my prick with powerful shudders and she started gasping as if I was hurting her with each shove. I couldn't have stopped even if her implied pain had been real. It felt too good.

I kept pounding and her cunt shivered and convulsed, becoming even hotter and slicker than before. Then the channel seemed to relax and, for a few strokes, she didn't move her ass. It was still tight, but the muscles and tissues seemed more pliant, yielding to my thrusts with less resistance than before. And, when she began grinding it up again, there was a greater freedom in the swing of her agile hips.

I hit the short rows and hunched like a sex starved hound, my ass bouncing between her thighs and my cock stabbing in and out of her pussy faster than I would have believed possible. The sensations were becoming more powerful, tightening the cord of ecstasy in my balls and drawing it until I was gasping with the smashing waves of pleasure.

Nadine realized, with her newly discovered femininity, that I was about to unload in her belly and for one tiny instant she hesitated, her hips freezing in position as she pondered the consequences of my sperm boiling up into her fallopian tubes. But the fear was swept aside by the battering surges of sensual delight as my cock drove in and out, tugging and pressing her clitoris with each stroke. Her legs tightened and she fucked back with little cries of anticipation as my prick bulged with the swift rush of semen and my come spurted into her pussy, welcomed by that torrid suction in a series of vaginal contortions that left me panting and drained.

She didn't let me get off. Only when she was certain that I would resume that fantastic frictioning of her freshly awakened cunt did she release me just long enough to roll over and urge me to enter her from the rear, humping her ass back to receive my deep thrusts as I massaged her clit with one hand and fondled her swaying tits with the other.

That was my sister, Nadine, now Mrs. George Harley and mother of the fifteen-year-old Kitty. We managed several delightful romps before the wedding and I had banged her a dozen times over the years, tapering off when I moved to Densley and sold my first novel. I tried to picture the coltish daughter as I listened to the repeated ring, three hundred miles away.

At thirteen, her age when I last saw her, Catherine Harley was just emerging from the cocoon of awkward adolescence. Her breasts were promising little nubs beneath the shapeless school sweater and her legs already showed signs of becoming duplicates of Nadine's long beauties. She was a pretty girl, but possessed of a shyness which had prevented any real familiarity.

I was quite sure that the two years had changed her. But I was equally sure I wanted neither the responsibility nor the handicap of a teenaged wallflower for the next week. I had a sweet setup with Glenda and we had both adjusted to the Monday and Thursday routine, adding to the schedule whenever possible.

Glenda Walling was thirty-five, but her body had failed to keep pace with the calendar. She was still firm in all the right places and capable of fucking all night without letup. She was married to a colorless character who managed, she said, to get it up about twice a month and required two minutes to bang his way to ejaculation. Glenda, on the other hand, needed a steady and frequent application of cock. When, as a family friend, I offered to provide a larger than normal substitute for Clyde Walling's failing prick, Glenda accepted with a willingness I found highly complimentary.

Glenda and Clyde had one child, a daughter. Velvet was sixteen and, I suspected, no longer virginal. More than once she had rubbed her firm full breasts against my arm and given me a quick look at her cute little crotch by failing to keep her knees together at the proper moment.

It bothered me at first that Glenda was six years older. But she possessed that rare ability to flatter a man without being embarrassingly transparent about it. She praised my writing, which I privately considered mediocre, and waded through every book and article I had ground out, quoting whole passages to me while I was working my cock in and out of her highly receptive cunt. For Hemingway or Faulkner, that sort of tribute might have proved disconcerting. But, since the novels I turn out are more accurately described as "fuck books", the lurid sentences provided a fitting counterpoint to the clutching arid fluttering of her highly skilled pussy.

Poor Clyde gave no indication that he suspected anything between me and his amorous spouse. Or, if he did, he accepted it without comment.

Velvet, however, was almost certain that her mother was being fucked to a frazzle by "Uncle" Steve. She didn't really mind the possibility. Her complaint, unspoken but quite clear, was that she wasn't sharing in the fun. It was an oversight I would happily have remedied had it not endangered my romps with her mother.

Having Catherine (I would have to remember that she hated that name, answering only to the less formal 'Kitty') on hand for a week would rip my schedule all to hell! Some guys, I suppose, can go without emptying the ash bin for an indefinite period, but I get horny as hell after a couple of days without a piece of tail.

The whole bit was academic! I would simply tell Nadine it was no go, and that would be that.

I let the phone buzz for several minutes, then called the operator, asking her to verify the number. After a series of electronic farts and wheezes, she informed me that there was simply no answer. I dropped the phone into its nest and looked over at the one I had so recently vacated. My cock raised its head and Glenda supplemented its effort by wriggling around to where she could drag it into her mouth and provide a far more effective encouragement.

"There's nobody home!" I explained.

"Maumnph ees orphum aaa!" With my prick ballooning in her jaw the words were blurred, but the effect was quite pleasant. She released me, letting her wet tongue provide the last contact in a slow, enjoyable lick. Deprived of the morsel, which was still swelling, she repeated her statement.

"Maybe she's on the way."

At the moment, I didn't give a damn. Glenda's proficiency with that overheated tongue had tightened my balls and my cock was jerking up against my navel with demanding pulsations.

I eased her down and remounted her, marveling for the umpteenth time at the fluidity of her hips and thighs as she shaped them to receive me. Her cunt was slippery from our recent endeavor and it admitted my prick with a happy gurgle, spasming about my shaft as I slid through the mushy tightness and let her massage my balls with the hot stirring of her agile ass.

"Ummmmm!" she murmured, licking at my ear and running her fingernail up and down the crease of my bottom. "You've got the best dick in town!"

I managed to contort my torso and nipped the tip of her left tit, making her jump. When Glenda jumped, her whole body got into the act and her pussy squeezed almost painfully about my joint. I had dreamed of having her start sneezing sometime, just when I was blasting my wad in her belly, but I wasn't sure I would survive the result.

"You haven't tried them all," I reminded her, beginning the slow stroking that could send her up the wall in a matter of minutes. Her ass reached and jiggled.

"I know which one I want!" she grunted. "Damn! You feel bigger than ever tonight!"

I settled my chin against her shoulder. "You want to fuck?" I demanded. "Or talk?"

"Fuck!" she hissed, catching me on the upbeat and sliding that juicy grip all the way to the base with a fantastic lift of her pelvis. Before she could lower her ass, I rammed it in and out with a couple of savage thrusts that battered the very bottom of her resilient cunt.

It was all we needed to send us into a grunting, groaning coupling that left no room for the exchange of anything other than the cock I was feeding her and the insatiable pussy that tried to eat it alive.

I was about three strokes from orgasm when the damned phone rattled again. Glenda's ass flopped down on the bed, leaving me suspended above her with just the tip of my cock still captive.

"It's a vicious, communist inspired plot!" she sighed dramatically. "They don't intend to let me ever come again!"

I grinned, dragging my prick out of its cozy nest and across her hip, leaving a wet trail of her own effusion. I picked up the phone and grunted into it. Then I sat bolt upright on the edge of the bed, sending Glenda into a helpless bobbing with the suddenness of my movement.

"Kitty!" I barked. "Where?"

"I'm at the airport, Uncle Steve. Didn't Mother tell you?"

The voice was different. There was enough of the familiar tone to dearly identify her, but there was also a new quality, one of maturity. A quality which seemed to enter my ear and travel directly to my still erect, but thoroughly disgusted prick. I found myself wondering if her breasts had matured as much as the voice.

"Can you and Aunt Gloria come and get me?"

"Uhhhh!" I groped for words. "I'll be there in thirty minutes, honey," I promised. "Are you alright?"

"Sure," she answered, her voice becoming faintly curious.

I repeated my promise and replaced the phone, my shoulders sagging. I looked down at Glenda and cursed. She was grinning. Without comment, I picked up the phone again and laid it to one side, ignoring the persistent buzz of the dial tone.

"Turn over," I said bluntly.

Still grinning, she twisted that deliciously curved body and spread her legs. I got between them and let my cock slide into the juicy slit, then dragged it back and pressed the head into the little dimple of her asshole. She stiffened and the undulation of the waterbed forced the hot sphincter about my determined thrust.

"NOOOOO!" she yelped.

It was too late. I was already halfway up her tail and driving deeper. It wasn't the first time I had screwed her like that and I knew her protests would be short lived.

"Let me get on my knees!" she gasped, struggling to work her legs upward without impaling herself completely. I held off until she was on hands and knees and I could reach around to manipulate her wet, swollen clit. Then, with a hoarse cry, I gave her the rest of it and began pumping, sliding in and out of her butt with fierce strokes that made the bed heave like a storm-lashed sea.

Glenda had what I teasingly referred to as an ambidextrous ass. She could work it almost as well for what I was doing as she could when I used the more conventional approach.

I slid two fingers into her dripping cunt and used the other hand to massage her love button, my hips driving my cock into her and dragging it out until she whimpered with the fear of losing it altogether.

Whatever the plot against her, it didn't work. She came like a fountain as I ass-fucked her and duplicated the performance when my prick shot its sticky load deep in her churning intestine.

CHAPTER TWO

It was ten past ten when I parked my Torino in the lot and trudged across to the brilliantly lighted terminal, wondering just how the hell I was going to cope with the situation without making a complete ass of myself.

I could tolerate Kitty for a week. But how could I maintain my daily quota of lurid prose with a bashful teenager breathing down my back? Eighty percent of my books were descriptions, vividly detailed, of two or more individuals making it. When you've painted a word picture of two people getting their jollies a thousand times, you have to sweat the words out to shape a different pattern. It wasn't easy the first time and it became more difficult with each book. If I simply shelved my work for the duration of Kitty's visit, I would have to work like hell to catch up.

I pushed through the double doors and felt the air conditioner blast me as I stared about. There were probably fifty people scattered about the high ceilinged room, but my gaze went directly to a pair of grapefruit sized tits that were trying to burrow their way through a thin blouse and an attached pair of tanned thighs which threatened to split the almost nonexistent skirt as they swelled into lush hips and rounded ass that made my cock start doing pushups.

The girl was looking the other way and I forced myself to do the same, scanning the crowd for some sign of a nervous girl, hundreds of miles from home and afraid of her own shadow.

There were several teenagers in the group and I got a few interested stares as I made my way across the floor. But none of them matched my mental image of Kitty Harley.

"Uncle Steve?"

A hand touched my arm, tentative and gentle. I swung about and found myself staring into a pair of amused green eyes and a moist red mouth that seemed waiting for either a kiss or a hard cock. My brows went up and my eyes went down, admiring the twin beauties I had zeroed in on when I first entered.

"Kitty?" I said. I could see the resemblance, but my mind demanded further confirmation. Sure a kid can change in a couple of years. But Kitty had undergone a complete metamorphosis!

"Have I really changed that much?" she demanded, slipping her arm through mine and steering me toward the baggage window. "I'm still the same little girl who used to ride on your knee. Remember?"

I remembered. But the memory was replaced by the far more exciting picture of the present Kitty straddling my knee. The thought was immediately transmitted to my cock, finding it shoving my slacks out in an embarrassing bulge.

She waited until I exchanged the cardboard squares for two blue cases and we had started for the door before asking, "Why didn't Aunt Gloria come with you? Is she alright?"

"Wait til we get in the car," I stalled. "I'll explain everything."

What was there to explain? Gloria and I had weathered four years of fading interest. Then, when a long-dicked bastard with a brand new divorce and a tempting bank account had made a pass at her, she had her legs spread and the lawyer on the phone before he knew what was happening.

I stored the luggage and watched Kitty adjust her thighs in the Torino's lucky seat. Putting the key in the switch I gunned the engine and shoved the air conditioner into high.

"Gloria and I have been divorced for some time, Kitty," I told her. "We… that is… our marriage had already fallen apart. She met someone she felt could make her happy and that's that."

I didn't know what her reaction would be, but I wasn't expecting the calm, "I'm glad, Uncle Steve. I never did like her. I couldn't tell you, back then. Now, I'm not going to pretend."

"Tell me about you," I said, wanting to change the subject. I paid the parking fee and we slid out onto the highway. "I'm glad to see you, of course. But what's with the sudden visit?"

It was Clyde's aunt, an aging recluse with a million in blue chips and a weak heart. Clyde was at the top of her potential list of inheritors and when she farted, Clyde and Nadine were there with quivering nostrils. The old woman had summoned them for the annual deathbed blessing and they were afraid Kitty's presence might lessen their persuasive powers. They had shoved her onto a plane, wired me, and caught another for Boston.

"So," she concluded, moving over as far as the seatbelt would permit and dropping a hand to my thigh, "you're stuck with me for the week."

I didn't try to interpret the gesture. My balls were doing their own translation and I was afraid my prick would drop out and get tangled up in the steering wheel. From the heat of those fingers, I wanted to ask if she was running a fever.

"I've got plenty of room," I said weakly. "Can you cook?"

The fingers squeezed and retreated. "I've learned to do a lot of things since I saw you last, Uncle Steve."

Was it a suggestion? Goddamn the generation gap! How was I supposed to react?

"Uhhh! How's school?"

She shrugged and the melons made little points in the blouse. "I start high school this fall. Ask me then."

We were back in civilization and I covered my confusion by pointing out some of the more interesting sights. While she stared at the scenery, what little was visible at that hour, I stared at her and my cock began making a damned nuisance of itself by creating a wet, sticky patch in my slacks.

She oohed and ahhed over the apartment building and I used one of the cases to cover my crotch as I led the way to the elevator and told her which button to push. So far as I was concerned, she had already punched all of mine.

I showed her into my place and carried the cases into the spare bedroom, pointing at the bathroom door.

"You can freshen up in there," I told her. "My bedroom is on the other side." Then I added, "There's a lock on both doors, so we won't have a traffic jam."

She paused in the doorway, dropping one hip and letting her thigh relax. My God! Was she actually rubbing her crotch against the edge of that door?

"Uncle Steve," she said softly. "Would you fix me a big, cold drink?"

"Sure," I nodded. "Coke? Seven-Up?"

"No, silly!" she smiled. "Gin! With just a little Seven-Up and lemon. I'm a big girl now."

I hesitated. "Are you sure?"

"That I'm a big girl?" she teased.

"I meant the drink."

"I'm sure."

While she rattled around in the bathroom, I hurried out and into my own room, changing slacks before concocting the requested drink. I argued with myself over the amount of gin I should pour and lost the debate. I figured the ratio of gin to the fizz at about six to one. With a shrug, I mixed another for myself, placing them both on the coffee table.

When Kitty didn't show after ten minutes, I called out, "Are you okay?" The shower had cut off long ago.

"I'll be out in a minute!" she answered, her voice coming from the open bedroom door. "I've got a surprise for you."

I sank down on the couch and bounced right up again as she floated down the hall and into the room, spinning about to give me a multi-angled view. She had changed from the blouse and skirt to a combination that loosened my knees and dropped me back onto the couch, my mouth and eyes both gaping at the arousing sight.

It was a negligee of some new synthetic. I suspected, from the sheerness of the material, that it had been spun by a very weak spider. Whatever it was, it didn't succeed in hiding what was underneath, and that was plenty.

Kitty's hips, at first glance, appeared bare. Then I saw the narrow band supporting the little panel which hugged her plump crotch. Since the panel was a soft yellow, matching her shoulder-length hair, it gave the illusion of being the pubic counterpart of those soft waves. I caught myself wondering if her cunt hair was blonde.

Her breasts were completely bare except for that filmy drape and my cock strained its head for a closer look. The view was well worth the effort. Kitty's tits could have been lifted from one of those sexy drawings a national magazine used to feature. The upper slope was a perfect are, beginning high on her rib cage and curving only slightly until it reached a point about midway to the prominent nipple. From there, the curve became more pronounced, reaching into the reddish-brown of her, dainty areole and terminating in the slight upward tilt of the even daintier tip.

The lower portion of those mounds was a firm roundness, giving the breasts a lift no bra could hope to duplicate. They were still jiggling when she stopped her twirling and stood directly in front of me, her green eyes shining and her pelvis thrust forward just enough to make my balls ache.

From the breasts, the rib cage swept inward to flatten for the beginning of her flawless belly with its deeply indented navel. The belly itself was an expanse of creamy smoothness with just a hint of roundness until it disappeared behind the crotch patch. There it bulged significantly, the mound divided by a vertical depression in the yellow cloth that I readily identified as the gateway to a better world.

"Do you like it?" she asked hopefully.

I nodded unwilling to trust my voice. If my stare embarrassed her, she gave no indication of it. She turned again more slowly, and my breath sucked in as the pink cheeks of her ass paused for inspection. From that angle, the supporting bands for that damned yellow triangle were completely invisible and she seemed to be utterly naked.

She picked up the drink and I fully expected the ice cubes to start sizzling. She took an experimental sip, then lowered the level by half with several healthy gulps.

"Wow!" she gasped. "That's good! Mother always skimps on the gin."

I covered my confusion by following her lead, raising the glass in a silent salute to the eye-widening outfit. By the time I lowered the glass, she had drained hers.

"Better take it easy," I cautioned. "That's pretty strong stuff."

"I don't care," she exclaimed, waving the glass in the direction of my corner bar. "You'll look after me. Mind if I fix another one?"

"Fix two of them," I suggested, polishing off my own and extending the glass. "We'll look after each other."

I tried to watch everything at once as she moved across the room and the strain made my eyes water. Sleek thighs rippled in sinuous motion, buttocks rose and fell, breasts swayed and jiggled as much as their firmness would permit, and her belly seemed to roll in a voluptuous dance in the mere act of walking. She noted my expression and paused with the gin bottle lifted.

"Is something wrong, Uncle Steve?"

If she was putting me on, the kid deserved an Academy Award. Her face was innocent of any effort to deliberately arouse me or awareness that she had already done so. I was just good old Uncle Steve, a member of the family and the character who used to lend his knee as her horsie. That conclusion made things worse than ever. She was innocent and I was sitting there with a hard that might explode at any minute.

She carried the drinks back, that pelvis undulating and grinding. I accepted the glass and spluttered over the first swallow. She giggled.

"I used more gin," she explained, gulping her own like a soft drink. She dragged three cushions from the couch and curled up at my feet, the swelling breasts cushioning their softness against my knee as she casually draped one forearm over my thigh. The gin burned my guts and her tit seared my leg. I polished off the drink in an effort to extinguish some portion of the conflagration…

Still wearing that innocent expression, Kitty pointed to the stereo cabinet and dug her fingers into my thigh with excitement. I did my best to ignore the proximity of her hand to my cock, which was a little like Atlanta ignoring Sherman.

"Did you know I've been taking dancing lessons?" she exclaimed. "Would you like me to dance for you?"

"No," I gulped. "And yes." If I could break the contact I might be able to survive the onslaught of desire that was crushing my nuts like a slowly closing vise. Maybe I could watch without having my ass tighten until it ached.

She uncurled like a lazy cat, taking time to fix our third drink before thumbing through my album collection. She was beginning to sway just a little from the effects of the gin and I was seeing everything, including her cute little rump, through a nice, rosy glow.

"Hey!" she squealed. "This is it!" She held up a jacket and slid the record out, placing it on the turntable and flipping the switch. The sensual beat of "The Stripper" boomed from the array of speakers.

Kitty turned, placing one forearm across her face and hiding the other hand behind her. Her knees bent just enough to give her hips leverage and she began a series of bumps and grinds that threatened to tear the yellow triangle from its mooring. Her belly undulated, folding the navel inward as that plump little mound surged forward in a savage thrust.

Her torso was motionless except for the jiggle of those big tits when her hips jerked forward and quivered with that sudden stop, each one timed to that booming bass beat and the thumping of my cock.

Kitty's eyes were closed, her feet slipping farther apart and the knees bending until she was almost squatting, her ass still grinding and that cunt mound ramming up as though reaching for the last dick in the world. Her body arched backward, shoulders beginning to vibrate, and the melon breasts started quivering, the nipples dancing like two coral fingers.

Before I could stop myself, I banged the glass down on the coffee table and a tortured cry escaped my clenched teeth. The desire in my guts was like a rumbling volcano.

Kitty straightened, her eyes widening. She switched off the stereo and took a hesitant step toward me, one hand extended.

"Ohhhhh!" she gasped. "Uncle Steve! I'm sorry!"

I waved a hand, trying to look anywhere except at those rich young curves. "My fault!" I mumbled. "Not you!"

She dropped to her knees on the cushions, leaning against my legs and dropping those warm, resilient breasts in my lap. If she was trying to help, she was going about it in the wrong way. Her hands cupped my face, holding me until I was forced to meet her steady gaze.

"I am sorry," she whispered. "I forgot about Aunt Gloria being gone and you being all alone. I guess I was pretending to be a little girl again."

"A little girl you're not!" I reminded her. "Not any more!"

She pressed harder against my knees, forcing them apart and moving closer. Before I could stop her, she had those oversized tits jammed against my belly and my cock was trapped between us, shuddering like an overloaded elevator.

"I've got you all excited!" she whispered, drawing my face to hers until all I could see was that wet, red mouth and the pink tongue that teased the white, even teeth.

"Kitty!" I gasped.

"Kiss me, Uncle Steve!"

My lips touched and blended with her warm sweetness and I felt her tongue slide between my teeth. Her arms went about my neck and she worked those tits against my belly and chest in a constant shifting. My cock rolled and quivered, responding to her body heat with alarming jerks.

She pulled away and I thought for one frightening instant she was about to get up. Then, with a curious smile, she reached for my zipper. I managed to cover her hand with mine.

"No, Kitty!" I groaned.

"It's alright," she whispered. "I know what I'm doing."

I released her hand, watching the zipper slide down with a metallic rasping. Her fingers slid into the open fly and I gave a gasp as they closed about my engorged prick, drawing it out and staring down at it with hooded eyes.

"Wow!" she breathed, and I felt the words as the warm air fanned my strutted glans. "How could Aunt Gloria leave a beauty like this?"

She turned it loose long enough to slip the negligee from her shoulders, baring those lovely breasts. Again the fingers encircled my cock and squeezed, sliding slowly up and down while I tried to keep my hips from bouncing with the goodness of her caress.

Her body moved forward, bending just enough to fit the nine inch length of my prick between those delicious tits. Her fingers trailed off and she used both hands to press the warm flesh in from either side, leaving the purple knob sticking past the embrace and almost touching her delicate chin.

"Kitty!" I moaned.

"Stop saying that!" she exclaimed. "I caused this and I want you to relieve yourself like this. I told you, I'm not a little girl anymore."

I leaned forward far enough to catch her soft shoulders and the movement caused my cock to slide downward and backward through her mammarian clutch.

"If I…" I panted helplessly. "It'll get all over you!"

"It won't hurt me," she observed. She lowered her chin and rubbed it gently across the throbbing head of my prick. A surge of fuckjuice oozed out and she smeared it with continued caresses of her chin smiling up at me with those red lips.

"Would it help if I talked dirty?" she whispered. "I want to be good for you."

"Jesus!" I moaned. I could feel her heart thumping against the bulging ventral vein of my huge cock.

"Don't be afraid, Uncle Steve," she urged, twisting her body and working those big breasts about me, rubbing the nipples against my slacks. "Fuck my breasts! Slide that big prick between them, Uncle Steve!"

Hell! I couldn't keep from hunching. Hearing that sultry voice issue an invitation like that sent my ass to working and my cock began driving up and down through that delicious tunnel.

It was dry, except for the little film of sweat she had worked up in that crazy dance. But my cock was long enough for the head to reach past the grip of the warm flesh, so I wasn't bothered by the rough friction.

"Ummmm!" she murmured. "It feels good! It's so big and hot!"

I didn't know whether she meant it or not. The words had their desired effect and I punched a little harder and faster, pressing my balls against her breastbone with each shove.

"You hold my breasts, Uncle Steve!" she said suddenly, waiting until my hands replaced hers before deserting her post. My fingers pressed the spongy warmth and increased the pressure, working my way around to where I could fondle those stiff nipples while I poled between them.

Kitty's head was thrown back and her eyes were closed, her lips working soundlessly except for a little panting hiss. I twisted my upper body and peered down. She had both hands between her thighs, rubbing that yellow patch with vigorous strokes, duplicating the thrust of my cock between her tits. Her thigh muscles were tensing and her hips were shuddering. I no longer had any doubt about the authenticity of her passion. Kitty was headed for Comesville on the same train I was riding.

"Kitty!" I moaned again. "Damn, Kitty! You feel good!"

"Yessss!" she panted. "So do you! Don't stop, Uncle Steve! I want you to come like that. I want to feel it shoot out, all hot and sticky!"

Something inside me snapped. I turned loose of those tits and grabbed her head, plastering my mouth against hers and shoving my tongue as far in as it would go. My cock was still trapped in the pressure of her breasts and my belly and I was still driving.

She whined through flaring nostrils and her tongue went a little mad as it lashed and flicked until it drove my own back inside my mouth and followed it, licking wildly as my prick massaged her breastbone with its furious thrusts.

My orgasm was so fierce it hurt. My come spurted, but was caught by the tight fit of our bodies, forced back upon the throbbing tip and the heaving slopes of her tits. That first volley created a slick pathway and I fucked into it like a crazy animal, hearing the squishing as my cock swam through its own outpourings to empty my balls in ecstatic jerks.

I was dimly aware that Kitty's body was shaking, her hips gyrating. She was rubbing her cunt while her tongue reached for my tonsils, stroking her clitoris into an answering climax as I coated her breasts with my thick semen.

Weakly, panting for breath, I released her, sinking back on the couch, my cock coated and sticky but still hard. She rocked back on her heels and stared down at the thick puddles of come that were beginning to trickle sluggishly downward from between her slightly reddened mounds. My slacks had done a good job of rubbing their tender tips and the skin was pink from the friction.

Kitty raised one hand and poked a finger into the slippery scum, stirring it experimentally. She added a second finger and lifted the other hand. I shot a glance at that yellow triangle and saw that it was several shades darker with the wetness her cuntal massage had created.

While I stared in fascination, she employed both hands and began rubbing the come over both breasts, closing her eyes and moaning as her palms slid under and around the thrusting nipples. Then she gathered the last glob and applied it to the cherry tips, using fingers and thumb to work it into the spongy extension of each breast.

She met my eyes, her own lashes lowered. She licked her lips. "Do you think I'm terrible, Uncle Steve?"

"I think you're wonderful, baby!" I meant it. She had satisfied me in the only way she could accept at the moment, and she had given herself so completely that she had come, too.

"Kitty," I asked softly, "are you still a virgin?"

The blonde head nodded almost sadly. Then her lips tilted and she put a hand between her tits. "Not right there!"

My smile was weak. "Do you know what kind of books I write?"

She shook her head. "I'll bet they're good ones."

"You can judge for yourself," I told her. "I'll give you a couple to take to bed with you."

Kitty insisted that I use the shower first and I let the needle-like spray dissolve at least some of the tension from my aching muscles. My cock never became completely soft. It was still outlined when I came back into the living room with a red lounging robe wrapped around my six foot frame.

She had mixed two more drinks and was almost to the bottom of hers. Her eyes had difficulty focusing and she reeled a little when she climbed to her feet, clutching that flimsy negligee in front of her tits. Giving me a wink and a cute grin, she wiggled her ass off to the shower.

I found a couple of TV dinners in the refrigerator and popped them into the oven, my mind busy with the events of the past hour. The gin made it difficult to think clearly, but I realized I was host to one extremely passionate teenager. She had honestly enjoyed being screwed between those fabulous breasts and her orgasm had been the real thing.

When she returned she was wearing a pair of hip-hugging slacks and a matching halter. The slacks clung to her rounded hips like a second skin and the halter accented the deep cleft between her knockers, making her seem even more naked than before.

We ate with a minimum of conversation, avoiding each other's eyes but sneaking glances at appropriate moments. I felt about ten years younger and Kitty, in spite of the alcoholic glow, seemed more mature than before, and twice as desirable.

"I've started taking the pill, Uncle Steve." She said it without preamble, making me blink at her as the information sank in.

"I thought you said…" I began.

"I haven't done anything," she cut in. "I want the first time to be perfect. I mean the first time I go all the way." The natural flush of her lovely face deepened. "What we did was wonderful. But, it's not the same."

I nodded. "Tell me," I asked, "did you want to? Go all the way, I mean."

Her green eyes narrowed and her tongue poised, just touching the red arch of her upper lip. "I've never wanted anything else as much," she admitted. "But… I was scared. You're so big." Her eyes dropped studying the top of the small table.

"When I first reached for you I intended to ask you to do it to me. Then, when I saw how big, and hard it was, I chickened out. She hesitated. Are you angry with me?"

I covered her small hand with mine and felt her fingers curl confidently and warmly. "Good Lord, no!" I exclaimed. "I don't see things that way, Kitty. To me, sex is something you share with somebody. If it isn't mutual, it's nothing more than rape. And that's not my bag!"

"Will you be patient with me, Uncle Steve?" she whispered. "Just give me a little time."

"You make the rules, sweetheart," I told her. "We'll play it any way you want it."

She frowned. "Do you really mean that?"

I nodded. "All the way."

"There is something… No. You'd think I was crazy!"

"Look, Kitty," I said quietly. "If we're gonna be honest with each other, let's stop dodging certain things. There are lots of scenes I don't dig. But I don't knock them. Some people would think we were real nuts for what we just did."

She added her other hand and held mine as if for reassurance. "I've never actually seen two people make out," she said slowly. "I've heard Mother and Dad, of course. But I've never seen them. Pictures, drawings, things like that, but never the real thing. I… I think it would make it easier and better if I could see it for myself."

I tried to hide my excitement. "Do you want me to do this?"

Her blonde hair bobbed up and down. "Would you? I know it sounds terrible. But I'd make it up to you. It's just that I can't believe it can really go in there and not hurt! I know it does. But I've got to see it!"

I went through my mental file. "I think I can arrange it," I told her. "How about tomorrow morning?"

Her eyes widened. "Wonderful!"

I tugged my hand free and got up, going to the bookcase and returning with two paperbacks, turned so she couldn't see the covers.

"Here are two of my novels, Kitty," I told her. "You may find them a little shocking. I write for people who appreciate life as it really is."

"You mean they're dirty books?"

"Some people would think so," I agreed. "It depends on one's viewpoint. I don't know how you'll feel about them."

She got up and moved around the table, coming into my arms and shoving her hips against mine, her arms going about my neck.

"The dirtier they are," she promised, "the better I'll like them. Kiss me, Uncle Steve."

Her lips opened and I tasted that tongue again, bolder now, and licking against the roof of my mouth while her tits dug into my chest and her belly writhed against my cock.

Stepping back, she claimed the books and, without looking at them, headed for her room. In the doorway, she turned and blew me a kiss.

I set the alarm for seven-thirty and tumbled into bed. Maybe I was nuts for not inviting her to share my sack. But some inner sense told me it was smarter to play it her way. I had a half-assed plan already worked out. If I could pull it off, it would be well worth the effort.

I drifted into sleep and dreamed of a big field of firm, young breasts, and I was a bee with a honey sipper that resembled a long, thin prick. For most of the night I buzzed from nipple to nipple, sucking the orgasmic sweetness from the pulsating morsels. Then, right in the middle of the field, I found one big tit with a perfectly shaped cunt where the nipple should be. Hungrily, I rammed my sipper-cock into it and felt it suck back at me as my wings blurred with speed and I bored in and out, every stroke bringing a miniature explosion of ecstasy until the breast suddenly exploded with me and I sank into dreamless slumber.

CHAPTER THREE

The shrilling alarm yanked me out of the sack and I padded into the kitchen to plug the coffee pot in before subjecting myself to the shower. The cold water brought me fully awake and I found myself whistling as I toweled the moisture from my body, flexing my hard stomach muscles and winking at my dangling cock.

I heard Kitty moving about in the other bedroom and, as I vacated the bath, I called, "Morning, beautiful! The shower's all yours!"

"Good morning, Uncle Steve!" she called back. "Do I smell coffee?"

"It'll be ready when you are," I answered, closing the door and slipping into my robe. I checked the coffee and shoved a tray of rolls into the oven. Then I went to the phone.

Glenda had a standing appointment with her hairdresser every Tuesday morning at eight-thirty sharp. Clyde left for work at eight, so Velvet would be alone. I didn't anticipate any real difficulty with her. Since she was only a year older than Kitty, she would be the ideal partner for the little drama my niece had suggested.

She answered on the fourth ring, her voice slurred with sleep, but sexy as hell. She came awake when I told her who was calling and asked if she was busy fm the next few hours.

"Won't Mother be jealous?" she teased.

"I wouldn't know," I answered lightly. "I hadn't planned on telling her."

I explained that I would send a cab after her and she agreed to be ready in thirty minutes. Then, just before she hung up, she said, "You're not putting me on. Are you?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, is this trip worthwhile?" Her voice was laced with suggestion.

"Baby," I said in my best bedroom drawl, "you don't know how worthwhile!"

I called the taxi company and gave them directions. The buns were ready and the coffee had shut itself off, so I set out a couple of plates and poured two steaming cups of the wake-up juice.

Kitty floated into the kitchen in a near duplicate of that negligee she had worn last evening. But this time the triangle was red and she had covered the tips of her breasts with a halter that barely managed to contain the big nipples.

As easily as if we had been doing this every morning for years, she slipped into my arms and parted her lips for my kiss, moaning through her nose when I let my hands fondle the firm warm globes of her ass. My cock was stiff and throbbing by the time she pulled away.

Across the table, with those big breasts holding my gaze like twin magnets, she took a sip of the coffee and said, "I read both books, Uncle Steve."

I grinned. "And you have concluded that I am a hopeless degenerate."

She flicked a stray lock of the blonde hair from her forehead. "I think you know more about sex than anybody I've met. You couldn't write like that if you didn't."

"There are thirty-five more," I told her. "But I think you'll be more interested in what I've arranged for this morning."

She listened, her face showing mounting excitement as I explained what I was going to do. When I finished, she was out of the chair and around the table, pulling my face between those sweet-smelling breasts in a hug of sheet happiness.

"I'll be jealous!" she teased, stepping back. "But I want to see it. Are you sure she'll cooperate?"

The door bell sounded and I gave her a hopeful grin. "We'll know in a few minutes."

I went to the door and opened it, handing the cab driver three bucks and watching him reenter the elevator. Then I held my arms out to the raven-haired beauty who stood smiling curiously at me from beneath incredibly long lashes.

Velvet Walling, at sixteen, was the sort of girl that makes men of all ages think of only one thing. She was only five-two, but every inch was curved in mouthwatering proportion.

I had held her in my arms before, disguising the embrace as an innocent dance. But this was the first time we had locked lips and hips with a pretty clear idea of what the next step would be. Velvet melted against me like a flow of hot lava, her belly working to increase the pressure about my swelling cock. Her tits stabbed delightfully at my diaphragm and I strained my neck to reach down for her tongue-dancing kiss.

Practically carrying her into the room, I shoved the door closed and pulled my mouth free from the vacuum pump of her lips. It was the first time I had kissed the kid, but she gave it the full treatment. I couldn't help wondering if she would apply that much enthusiasm if I replaced my tongue with my cock. Her mother, Glenda, gave an enjoyable blowjob, but I could tell that her heart wasn't really in it. I found myself hoping that Velvet would be different. She had the oral equipment of a first class cocksucker.

"You didn't tell me you had company," Velvet was saying, staring past my shoulder at Kitty, running her eyes up and down those half-naked curves with little glints of envy showing in her brown eyes. She looked up at me. "You setting up a harem?"

"It's an idea," I admitted. Then, as casually as though I were discussing the outline for a new novel with an understanding editor, I told her what I had in mind.

By the time I got to the first use of the word "fuck", Velvet was sold on the idea. She walked over and put her arms about Kitty and gave her a hug that was more sexy than friendly.

"So you're Uncle Steve's niece!" she exclaimed. "If he hasn't already sampled your warehouse, I'm crossing him off my list!"

For several minutes I was discussed like a piece of meat and the effect on my cock was perfectly natural. Kitty described her fears and the way she had chosen to "relieve" my problem of the previous evening. Velvet listened with obvious interest and concluded with a vigorous agreement.

"I've been trying to get him in the sack for the past year," she told Kitty. "He won't admit it, of course but I'm convinced he and Mother are screwing their asses off. I don't blame them. Daddy's sweet and I love him. But he wouldn't care if Mother sewed it up and threw the scissors away. I've tried to make him, myself. All I did was scare hell out of him!"

I waved both arms in frustration. "Can you two hold the analysis until after the operation? How the hell do you think all this is affecting me?"

Velvet gave mea sultry grin. "I hope it's making it real hard on you. If Kitty will lead the way, we'll set the scene and call you when we're ready."

"Shall we use the waterbed?" I asked. "Or Kitty's bed?"

Velvet pursed those inviting lips. "Let's use her bed first. We can move to your room after she's had her fill of watching. If we start bouncing on a waterbed, I can't guarantee control."

I shrugged helplessly. "Okay! Call me when you're ready. But I'm not sure how long I can wait."

It wasn't a joke. My cock was thumping against my belly as I watched those two lovelies discuss what they planned to do with it.

Velvet led Kitty down the narrow hallway, calling back to me, "You'd better take a couple of vitamin pills, Uncle Steve! You're gonna need 'em!"

I didn't agree. At that moment, I felt like I could take on the whole damn chorus line from the music hall and still want more. With two teenaged beauties panting to be screwed, both willing and one scared, and my cock the only one available, the next few hours promised to be among the most pleasant of my far from dull existance.

They took their own sweet time calling me. What I didn't learn until later was that Velvet was priming her pump by introducing Kitty to the excitement of two young, female bodies in various positions of arousing contact. It left Kitty panting with desire and Velvet eager for the very thing I planned to give her.

When Velvet called me, Kitty met me at the door, minus the see-through outfit. I had seen her tits before, of course, but this was my first look at her delightful little cunt, and the sight sent my blood pressure zooming. She was a natural blonde, just like Nadine. The silky triangle was almost invisible against the creamy smoothness of her skin and the plump mound of her pussy displayed a narrow slit that was an invitation to any man's tongue who appreciates the better things of life.

On the bed, Velvet was already in position, her legs spread and the pink lips of her cunt slick for action. My cock thumped against the robe and Kitty reached for the loosely knotted sash, drawing the robe from my body and leaving me naked, my prick arching out and up like a thick, curved spear.

Velvet took one look at my weapon and sat up, pulling her knees together and locking her arms about them. As I approached the bed, she wagged her head from side to side.

"I didn't expect that!" she protested. "Christ! That thing's as big around as my wrist!"

I still had one arm around Kitty's waist and I guided her to a seat on the side of the bed, supporting myself by resting one knee alongside hers, my cock sticking out just beneath her chin.

"Don't tell me you've never had one this big," I said to Velvet.

"I didn't even know they made them that big!" she exclaimed. "You ought to rent yourself out as a stud!"

"Are you backing out?" I demanded. "I thought you were ready."

"Just give me a few minutes to get ready," she answered.

I dropped down beside her, twisting about until my chest covered her firm tits, while my hips faced Kitty. She was staring down at my cock and pressing one hand between her legs.

Velvet threw her arms about my neck and pulled me down to where her lips could suck on mine and her tongue could start drilling into my mouth. My prick jumped and I felt a warm wetness on its head as a surge of pre-come oozed out. Over the pounding of my pulse I heard Kitty give a little whimper of desire and felt her fingers wrap themselves about my shaft.

I had one hand busy on Velvet's right breast, but I used the other hand to urge Kitty into doing the very thing she had in mind.

It didn't require much pressure. Her resistance lasted just long enough for her to slide her hand up and down my cock a couple of times. She had probably been thinking about it all night and remembering the way I had fucked it between her tits, wondering how it would taste and how it would feel sliding into that hot little snatch she was fingering so industriously.

I bit down on Velvet's tongue when Kitty's lips touched the head of my prick in an experimental kiss. Kitty made a little sound of approval and the soft, warm wetness encircled my prong. Her tongue began a slow circling about the smooth knob, testing and exploring, each movement setting up tremors of pleasure in my balls and making my hips shudder.

Velvet finally figured out what was going on and pushed me up so she could get a look at the activity. It was my first chance to see as well as feel and the sight added to my enjoyment.

It was an awkward position, for I was on my side and Kitty had to take my cock in from that angle. But she was doing a good job of polishing it with her swirling tongue. She hadn't started sucking, and I was actually hoping she wouldn't. If she really went after it I would shoot my wad and ruin everything. She was still an inexperienced kid, getting her first taste of cock. If I let the damn thing blast her mouth full of come, it would probably scare hell out of her. What I had to do was introduce her to the scene gradually. If Velvet had been down there, it would have been a different story. I was pretty certain she would welcome a load that would make her gag.

I flipped my hips and my prick slipped out of Kitty's lips with a little sucking sound. I curled around to where I could plant a few wet kisses on Velvet's belly and she lay back with a low moan of pleasure, sliding her legs apart to welcome my tongue as it licked its way downward.

I bypassed the dark curls of her young cunt and pressed my mouth against the softness of her inner thigh, inhaling the fragrant musk of her already moist slit and feeling the silky hair tickle my nose as her hips stirred, lifting the pink furrow in anticipation.

"Kiss it, Uncle Steve!"

It was Kitty's excited voice, right beside my ear. The kid was leaning close to watch my every movement and I reached out to wrap an arm about her little waist and cup one of those deliciously warm tits, pulling her even closer.

"Did anybody ever kiss your pussy?" I asked her, keeping my mouth close to Velvet's waiting cunt and letting my breath tease the exposed lips.

The blonde head wagged from side to side and she licked at my ear with her wet tongue. "Noooooo! But I've dreamed of it!"

I lifted my head. "Pull her pussy open for me, Kitty!" I told her. "Straddle her breasts and I'll scoot down between her legs."

Velvet knew exactly what I had in mind, for she gave me a strained grin as I wiggled down to the foot of the bed. She held her arms out to either side until Kitty had stretched her lovely thighs across the creamy mounds of her tits, leaning toward me and placing her hands on Velvet's lower belly, the thumbs pressing on either side of the plump cuntal mound.

For a moment I just knelt there, staring hungrily at the erotic view of Kitty's blonde pussy hovering above Velvet's pointed breasts. A crazy idea slipped through my excited brain and I grabbed it.

"Shove a pillow under your ass, Velvet!" I told her. "I want to try something."

She grabbed one of the pillows and slid it down to where I could guide it under her hips as she lifted them. I wasn't satisfied with that and made her hand the other one down, too. By careful arrangement, I had her pelvis elevated exactly right.

"Now," I said to Kitty. "Move down until your pussy is right over hers!"

I don't know if she had figured out what I was going to do. She was so excited by that time that she would have done damn near anything I requested. Angling those shapely thighs still more, she straddled Velvet's hips and I was looking down at two inviting cunts, their pink folds only inches apart in the mixture of blonde and dark curls.

Hungrily, I flopped onto my belly and moved in extending my tongue and touching Velvet at the lower end of her cuntal groove, at that tender spot where the furrow flattens into the delicate plane of the perineum. Hearing her swift intake of breath I licked upward, flicking my tongue from side to side in the splayed cleft, not pausing at the vaginal lips, but probing into the little valley just above them for the small pink nub of her clitoris. Her body jerked and her legs climbed up until the thighs were blocked by Kitty's. I gave the tasty morsel a half-dozen savage licks and moved higher, stiffening my tongue and thrusting the tip into Kitty's pussy, my lips pressing hard against the yielding inner labia.

"Uuuunnnnhhhh!" she moaned, her hips pushing forward and her hands grabbing my head to increase the contact. The warm moisture contracted about my tongue and the taste of her filled my mouth, dainty and feminine. Inside, she was even hotter and the tissues were shifting in constant muscular contractions as I speared in and out a few times to get her really turned on. Then, with her hands trying to hold me, I deserted that delicious slit and homed in on the throbbing finger of succulent flesh and fastened my lips about it, gripping it gently with my teeth and rubbing my tongue back and forth across the sensitive tip.

Her ass bucked, mindlessly, and my chin caressed the lower edge of her vaginal entrance, becoming slippery with her juices as the pussy overflowed in its excitement. She was holding her breath as my tongue sent the stabs of pleasure through her belly, but now and then she would give a little grunt as her hips jerked and her cunt jammed against my chin.

"Nooooo!" she cried, when I left her to work on Velvet again.

"Yessss!" Velvet gasped as my tongue slid into her pussy lips and waggled inside the slippery opening.

I pulled both arms up to keep Velvet's thighs from trapping my head and started using my fingers on those two happy cunts. My thumbs rolled the clitoral buds and I switched from finger to tongue, keeping both pussies filled until the girls were wriggling and moaning at the very brink of climax.

Then I scrambled upward in the bed, grabbing my throbbing cock and using it as a swab, guiding it down until the head was pressed against Velvet's perineum and dragging it upward through her slit and still higher to Kitty's, rubbing just hard enough to give them both a thrill and increase my own pleasure at the delightful feel of their hot, wet flesh.

Before I had made a dozen trips up and down that erotic passage, Velvet gave a strangled yelp.

"I'm gonna come!"

While Kitty craned her neck to watch, I slipped the head of my prick into the wet folds of Velvet's cunt and began forcing it into her vagina.

It was tight, alright! One of the tightest I had ever entered. But she was juicy from all the rubbing and licking and the lips stretched into a pliant circle about my glans and I screwed my cock into her for about three inches.

She let out a shuddering cry and her ass jerked violently, held down only by Kitty's ass on her humping belly. I was pretty sure I was giving her the biggest dick she had ever had and I didn't try to go in any deeper. I just held it while her ass wiggled and the cunt muscles spasmed until she screamed: "I'm coming!Uhhhh! Oh God! Uhhh! Uncle Steve! Uhhh!"

As the convulsive shudders nibbled at the head of my prick, I drove it in and out between those tightly gripping lips, fucking her with those short rapid strokes until she relaxed.

Pulling my cock, now glistening with Velvet's cunt oil, from her hot grip, I pressed the head into the exact center of Kitty's gaping pussy.

"Noooooo!" She had been staring down at my movements and was perfectly aware of what I was doing. But the second my prick touched her cunt, she was wrestling her hips backward in sudden fear.

"Relax, baby!" I said soothingly, making no effort to follow her retreating snatch. "I won't put it in. I just want to rub it around a little."

She halted, frowning at me, trying to decide whether I really meant it. "Promise?" she demanded.

"I won't put it in till you ask me to!" I assured her.

She moved back still trembling, and moaned when I pressed my throbbing glans into that yielding furrow again. But this time she didn't run and I could move the slippery head through the pink folds in a gentle but exciting caress, lifting it now and then for a few swipes across her prominent clitoris.

"Ummmmmm!" she groaned, rolling her ass over Velvet's belly and increasing the pressure of the cuntallips against the head of my cock. "That feels good!"

"It would feel a hell of a lot better inside!" I grunted. All the fooling around was getting to me. I was going to have to stick it into something or shoot off in the air. With two juicy cunts staring me in the face that latter choice seemed a little ridiculous.

"I… I want to, Uncle Steve!" Kitty whispered. "I'm afraid!"

"No hurry, sugar," I soothed. "Just roll over to one side and watch how easy it is."

Her cunt winked at me as she climbed off and eased her knees to the carpet, leaning those fabulous tits on the edge of the bed as I lowered my hips between Velvet's willing thighs. Velvet looked down at her.

"Why don't you put it in, Kitty?" she asked gently. "Feel it going in?"

While I held my body suspended over that array of naked curves, Kitty reached out, gingerly at first, then more boldly as her fingers encircled my cock and her other hand explored Velvet's dripping snatch. The girl gave a soft grunt and her ass jiggled as Kitty eased two fingers into that red slit where my prick had entered. At the same time, she used her thumb to massage the head of my cock with just enough pressure to make my balls tighten with pleasure.

The downward movement of my hips forced her to pull her fingers from Velvet's slit and she guided the wet knob into the slippery orifice.

Velvet pulled her legs up, the knees touching her breasts and separating as she opened that delightful cunt for my entry. Kitty moved closer, her face only inches away from my thick prong as the tissues yielded to my pressure, then tightened about me as I slid deeper.

"Christ!" Velvet whimpered. "It feels like you're a foot thick! Don't go so damn fast!"

"I'll hold it still," I told the panting girl. "And you reach up and get it!"

I braced my body and, with only a couple of inches safely planted in her, I waited for the lift of her pelvis to slide those nibbling lips upward on my prick.

She dropped her feet to the bed and dug her heels m, pushing her cunt upward, forcing the elastic sleeve of her vagina over my cock like a tight-fitting glove, slowly but with obvious determination.

Her ass was beginning to move in a slight grinding as she kept shoving, and the sensation was that of a constant massage of the hot tissues across my inserted prong. I was already so damn close to blasting that I was afraid she would make me come before I got it all the way in. I told her so.

Her hips froze and her fingers dug into my back. "How much more?" she demanded.

Kitty rested one warm hand on my poised ass. About three inches! she whispered in an awed voice. "Can you take it?"

Velvet's arms slid up to pull my face down to hers. "You're fuckin' right I can take it! I've been waiting for this too damn long!" Just as my lips met hers, she whispered, "Fuck me, Uncle Steve! When you start coming, give me all of it!"

Then her tongue was in my mouth and I was beginning that delightful stroking, sliding my cock in and out of that cunt while she worked her ass in perfect harmony, grinding the hot grip about me and squeezing my prick as it retreated through the clinging tissues.

Velvet was even hotter than I had figured her to be. Before I had sunk it in a dozen times, her legs were back about my waist and she was panting into another climax.

"Oh damn! Fuck it!" she gasped, her hips jerking beneath me and that tight pussy beginning to spasm with the rhythmic convulsions.

It was too much. The feel of her cunt walls shuddering and sliding about my cock was just too damn good to resist. I began pounding up and down between those quivering thighs, ramming a little deeper with every stroke.

She tried to help. Each time my hips slammed down, she met my thrust with an upward twist of her hot little ass, screwing her pussy a little farther onto my joint. Inside, where the head was boring its way into unexplored territory, it felt like a dozen miniature tongues lashing the tip of my cock, yielding slowly to the savage pressure as her tissues expanded to contain the full length of my nine inch prick.

I cried out with excitement as my balls squeezed between the warm slopes of her ass and pressed against the tightly stretched perineum. I was hilted! All nine inches of my fiercely throbbing cock were buried in that delicious sixteen-year-old pussy and it was undulating about my shaft with greedy writhings.

Slowly, groaning with pleasure, I hauled my cock out of that steaming grip until just the tip was still lodged inside. Then, just as slowly, I eased it all the way to the balls again. Her reaction was one of unbearable ecstasy. The passage of my prick through her vagina frictioned every nerve and her ass shivered and jerked as she cried out her delight.

"Oh my God!" she yelped. "I can't… uh… stand it! Ooooooh! Jesus! It's good! Uncle Steve! Ohhhhhh! Oh God! Faster! Fuck me faster! Please! Uhhhhh!"

I managed to get in a couple more of those excruciatingly delicious slides before the waves of ecstasy washed my resistance away with a roaring that filled my brain and blotted out everything but the feel of that spasming young pussy that chewed my prick as I rammed it in and out with a force that slammed her ass down against the bed and made her cry out her hips grinding even as she was pressed down with my massive filling.

Only vaguely was I aware of Kitty's panting moans as she thrust two fingers into her dripping cunt and massaged her clitoris with the other hand trying her best to match the savage orgasm she knew was about to envelop our pounding loins.

"Uhhhhhh!" Velvet felt my prick give that betraying swell and lurch and she wiggled her ass in a frantic effort to draw the full length inside her snatch. Willingly, I drove my cock into her, letting the rhythmic convulsions blend with the fierce throbbing that sent my come blasting through my nine-inch spear and into her hungry pussy. We were both grunting as our pubic arches ground together in complete union and her voracious cunt sucked the spurting cream until my balls were drained.

"Wow!" Kitty gasped, when our hips finally rocked to a shuddering halt. "I thought you were going to kill her!" She leaned over to where she could see Velvet's flushed and perspiring face. "Didn't that hurt when he banged it in so hard?"

Velvet's head rolled weakly on the pillow. "Lord! No! That's when it's the best! You want it to shove clear up to your throat!" She gave my cock a squeeze with those powerful cunt muscles. "That's the best I ever had!" She caught my head and forced it up to where she could look into my eyes.

"I mean it, Uncle Steve!" she whispered. "I've been screwing since I was eleven years old and I've never had anything that good!"

"Hell!" I grinned. "It had to be good, poking around in a pussy like that! You really know how to use that thing."

She hugged me with arms and legs and gave my cock another squeeze. Then she said to Kitty, "Are you gonna give him some?"

Kitty wanted to say yes. We could tell that by the strained look on her lovely face, and by the hesitation before she shook her blonde head from side to side.

"I know you both think I'm silly," she said softly.

"Here I sit, playing with myself while you two do it. I know it won't hurt the way I thought it would. But I'm still scared."

I patted one smooth thigh, letting my hand slide along the sleek flesh. "Don't worry about it, baby!" I consoled. "We've got plenty of time."

"But I want to make him feel good!" she cried, tears gathering in the green eyes. "I want to make him come, just like you did!"

"Jesus!" Velvet exclaimed. "You can make him come without screwing him. Suck him off!"

Kitty blinked. "You mean… let him come in my mouth?"

"Where else?" Velvet demanded. "Look, Kitty. There's not much worse you can do to a man than suck him right up till he starts to come, then pull off and let him just lie there. If I were a man, I think I'd kick the shit out of a girl who did that to me."

"I liked the taste of it," Kitty admitted. "It's just… Oh, damn it! I don't know what's wrong with me!"

I pulled my prick out of Velvet's dripping cunt and rolled over beside Kitty, on my back. I was still about half hard and the proximity of the two young bodies was bringing me back to full erection ina hurry.

"Do you like to give head, Velvet?" I asked softly.

"Almost as much as I like to fuck!" she answered readily. "Want me to prove it?"

Without waiting for my answer, she worked her way down to where she could reach my cock, its thick shaft slick and wet from our juicy fuck. She wrapped her fingers about the base and held it in a vertical position while she moistened her, lips with a slow licking of her pink tongue.

"Ummmm!" she murmured. "I like it best when it's all juiced up like this!"

She made an oval of her mouth and fitted it over the tip, sliding her lips down about two inches and working her tongue against the sensitive head, slowly and knowingly, seeking that area just beneath the slit that made my ass jerk upward at her caress.

"Does that feel good, Uncle Steve?" Kitty asked softly.

"God!" I hissed through clenched teeth. "Yes! Didn't you like it when I licked you like that?"

She shivered. "Golly! Did I ever!"

"Sit on my chest, baby," I suggested. "And I'll show you how good it can be when you really work at it."

While Kitty was straddling my waist and inching her crotch upward over my chest, Velvet was nipping gently at my cock with her teeth, holding it in place while her lips slid back and forth in little pursing motions and her tongue swirled about the head in a furious massage that sent bolts of ecstasy through my balls. Then, just as Kitty brought the moist lips of her cunt within reach of my tongue, Velvet slipped her mouth off my prick and transferred her attention to my bulging scrotum, lifting the twin spheres with a deft movement of her warm tongue and shoveling them between her widely stretched lips to where she could suck them with gentle tugs and roll their sliding contents about in the heat and wetness of her mouth.

I grabbed Kitty's hips and pulled her pussy against my open mouth, shaping my lips about the webbed opening and sucking the folds between my teeth. She gave a little cry and tangled her fingers in my hair, screwing the cunt more tightly to the delightful caress. I slithered my tongue into her pussy and waggled the tip, pressing and sliding about the walls of her delicious cunt, drawing the honey from her in a sluggish flow that laved my thrusting tongue with its heady sweetness.

I broadened my oral muscle and relaxed my lips so I could lick upward to the taut clitoral swelling. There I bored the stiffened tip of my tongue against the spongy finger and her ass bucked in delighted response, her soft cries blending with the slurping sounds of my greedy lips.

My own hips were beginning to bounce, for Velvet had drawn my cock back into her mouth and was beginning to slide her lips up and down the throbbing shaft, letting the head slip over her tongue and press gently against her soft palate. Then, as she pulled her lips upward, she tightened them and sucked me with short, savage tugs, all the while flicking her tongue across and around the retreating head. One hand was still wrapped about the lower portion of my prick and the other was fondling my balls as she blew me, expertly and hungrily.

I suppose I've had more than my fair share of willing young bodies. But that was my first experience with two such delightful and eager creatures at the same time. I guess I went a little mad with erotic excitement.

I slurped through Kitty's tasty crack and tried to shove my entire mouth inside that juicy opening, licking, probing, twisting and sucking. Her ass quivered and wiggled, grinding her pussy against my bps and tongue as she sailed from one climax right into the next with hardly a letup in her pelvic gyrations.

I shoved my own ass up to ram my prick through Velvet's fingers and plough in and out of her mouth, ramming the tip against her tongue just as my come spurted in hot, sticky waves.

She didn't back up. Somehow, she managed to suck each volley into her mouth, holding it pressed tightly against the head of my cock until I was done. Only then did she swallow it with a satisfied gurgle.

By the time Velvet let my diminishing cock slip from her lips, Kitty was willing to relinquish my tongue. She admitted that she had lost count of her orgasms, but I was sure there were more than ten. My chin was soaked with her overflow and the juices had run down my neck and coated her thighs until they glistened when she swung that cute ass off my chest and guided Velvet into the bathroom.

I took a quick shower after they came out and we found enough in the kitchen to prepare a satisfactory lunch. Still naked, we sat eating and sipping coffee until Velvet mentioned that she would have to leave pretty soon.

She came into my arms for the purpose of telling me how much she had enjoyed our hastily arranged get-together. But the pressure of her belly on my cock started it swelling again and there was only one thing to do.

I wanted to go back to the bedroom, or better still try the waterbed. But Velvet suggested we do it right there in the kitchen. So, with her standing, legs spread, I sat down and drew her onto my cock, easing it into that slippery pussy until she was grunting with the strain and wiggling her ass to ease the pressure on her cuntal walls.

Content to let her do most of the work this time, I scooted down in the chair and she began bouncing up and down on my prick, slamming her ass down with savage thrusts that impaled her cunt on nine inches of hot hardness with each slide.

I nibbled at her tits as she fucked me and Kitty sat watching us with glittering, hungry eyes, following the rise and fall of Velvet's pussy as the encircling lips rode up and down my cock, coating it with her juices and squishing noisily when her clitoris ground into my thick pubic hair and she gave an extra wiggle of her pounding ass.

She grunted and hunched her way through five convulsing climaxes before the goodness swept through my guts and I grabbed her waist, slamming her down on my cock with fierce tugs and lifting her until my prick almost slipped out of the shivering lips.

With perfect timing, she held her last orgasm in check until she felt my cock start jerking. Then she drove her pussy down until I was hilted and worked her ass in a fast screwing motion that massaged hell out of my shaft as it jetted my come directly against the sucking mouth of her womb.

After she had gone, Kitty and I dressed and I spent a couple of hours on the typewriter. It wasn't easy to concentrate, for I could hear her moving about the apartment and I kept thinking of that delicious pussy that, so far, had never been screwed. In spite of the three comes Velvet had drawn from my balls, my cock stayed hard most of the time I wrestled with the Underwood.

The phone rang about one-thirty and Kitty answered it in the kitchen, calling out to me to pick up the extension. The minute she plunked her receiver down, a sultry female voice asked: "Who the hell was that?"

"Hi, Lena!" I greeted her, recognizing the tiger purr. I gave her a rundown on Kitty, neglecting to mention that she was old enough for the natural switch from dolls to dicks.

"Does that mean you can't make it tonight?" she demanded, disappointment clear in her tone.

"Oh, Jesus!" I exclaimed. "In all the excitement I had completely forgotten about that."

"Well! I like that!" Her voice was angry now.

"Damn it! You know better! It's just that I'm not used to being a temporary father."

"Don't alibi!" she demanded. "Are we going?"

"I'll pick you up at seven-thirty," I promised. "Have you checked with Helen?"

"No," she answered, somewhat mollified. "But I will. See you at seven-thirty, love!" She made a little kissing sound and hung up.

Lena Compton was a twenty-five-year-old widow with a figure that earned her about fifty grand each year in every media from advertising layouts to X-rated movies. I had met her a few months back and we had spent a couple of weekends together trying to discover new ways of accomplishing the thing we both enjoyed most. If there was anything Lena wasn't willing to try, I hadn't found it. In addition to being stacked for five feet and four inches of enticing curves, she was also black.

I had introduced her to Jack McPhail, producing a friendship which resulted in the invitation I had honestly forgotten.

Jack was a handsome Negro with whom I had collaborated on an article concerning interracial sex activity for one of the underground magazines. At that time, he was keeping steady company with a long legged blonde who was just about ready to make their liason permanent, an intention which she later carried out. Facing the problem of bigoted neighbors, they had pooled their resources and bought a small farm about thirty minutes from town. So far as I knew, they were as happy as any other couple and having a damned sight more fun.

Jack had called me, suggesting an evening with just the four of us, and had laid it straight on the line.

"Helen digs you, man! I don't know what she thinks you've got behind your fly, but she wants some of it. And I've been drooling ever since you laid that Lena on me! Like, I could eat that with a spoon!"

It was too good to pass up. Lena had shown a decided interest and I was more than willing to sacrifice myself between Helen McPhail's voluptuous thighs. It would be an integrated fuck of the first magnitude. A black man with a white wife and a white man with a black chick. All in all, it promised to be one hell of an evening.

I made up a story about a business meeting and fed it to Kitty. She made a face, then grinned.

"Don't worry about me, Uncle Steve. I was awake most of last night, reading your books. I'll read and watch television. I'll be okay. Just promise me one thing."

I promised.

"Wake me up when you come in," she said softly. "Please?"

I kissed the tip of her nose, not trusting myself to go any lower. "I'll dig out some more books for you, if you're really interested." Her quick smile told me she was.

CHAPTER FOUR

Lena Compton was waiting when I punched the buzzer in the vestibule of the three story walk-up. Her voice filtered through the tinny speaker, informing me that she was on the way.

She paused in the doorway, letting the light from inside outline her fabulous thighs through the thin skirt, and gave me a sensuous grin.

"Think I can turn 'em on with this outfit love?"

"Baby," I informed her, "you could make an iron rail out of a noodle!"

She tucked her arm in mine and rubbed a firm tit against my elbow. "Let's go!" she urged. "I've been posin' for a fuckin' queer all week and hittin' the sack as soon as I got home. My pussy just ain't happy with a damn famine like that!"

It was humorous in more than one way. Lena had tacked two degrees onto her name before her short-lived marriage. The joker had been drafted just a month after the wedding and shipped to Vietnam. Three months later, he was another name on the seemingly endless list and Lena was on her own again.

Faced with the problem of her color and unwilling to accept the pittances offered by the few businesses willing to hire her, she started posing for a small time outfit that produced porno pictures for national distribution. It wasn't long before she was offered a bit part in a low budget film and she hit the screen with a minor explosion.

It was impossible to watch Lena getting screwed on film without imagining that you were the lucky stiff poling in and out of that hairy snatch and sucking on those fabulous tits.

She had invested her money with unusually good sense and kept her life-style within reason. As a result, she was now able to produce an occasional skin flick of her own, adding to her bank account and insuring her future.

Still, she enjoyed putting on the Deep South act and mangling her usually perfect English. The other thing she enjoyed was sex. Any form, any time and anywhere! She admitted that the scenes in her films which depicted an orgasm were the real thing.

"Why mess around?" she demanded. "When a guy's shovin' the meat in the oven, there ain't no sense in wastin' it!"

Inside the car, she scooted over and shoved her warm hand between my legs, cupping my balls and getting an immediate response from my cock. She giggled as it began to swell and she adjusted her fingers to give it a helpful squeeze.

"I want some of that tonight," she reminded me. "You can screw that blonde pussy all you want. But you're gonna feed this black cunt at least once!"

"You may change your mind when you see what Jack's got for you," I chuckled. "He's got a long cock and a long tongue."

Her fingers milked my cock. "He'll get me all warmed up for this tonsil-swabber! I know what I like, love."

She knew I was getting excited as hell, so she pulled her hand away with a gentle pat. Rummaging around in her oversized purse, she fired up two cigarettes and put one of them in my mouth.

"I brought some pot along," she mentioned. "You think they'll go for it?"

I shrugged. "Why not? They go for everything else."

A sudden thought hit me and I said: "If you've got plenty, save about six sticks for me. Okay?"

"Sure," she answered. Then, with no change in her voice, she asked, "How old did you say that niece of yours was?"

I let it pass and she didn't insist. We exchanged small-talk until we pulled into the long drive anadparked beside the neat frame house.

The door opened and Jack's huge figure loomed against the yellow shaft of light, booming a greeting before we could get out of the car.

He stepped back and we entered the huge living room, Lena exclaiming her delight over the thick pile rug and the heavily upholstered furnishings.

Jack bent down from his six-four height and planted a kiss on her cheek.

"That's for appreciation!" he boomed, letting his eyes devour the deep hollow between her thrusting breasts.

Helen McPhail came in from the kitchen wearing a playsuit and a big smile. The smile was much bigger than the playsuit, but I didn't complain. One look at her high, firm tits and that plump little snatch, and my cock climbed back to a throbbing stiffness that she eyed with a hungry gleam.

She gave Lena a smile of welcome and moved straight into my arms, jamming her hips against mine and rolling her hot crotch against the bulge of my prick. Her breasts plastered their tips to my chest and she lifted her ripe red lips, moist and inviting. I looked over at Jack with arched eyebrows.

"Don't look at me, man!" he chuckled. "I ain't the one that wants you to kiss em!"

I covered that sweet-tasting mouth and welcomed the slow insinuation of a writhing tongue. For the next several seconds, I wasn't aware of anything but the armful of hot flesh and the delicious contact of our lips. When I released her, she leaned back from the waist, keeping her pelvis locked with mine, moving her hips suggestively.

"Did Jack warn you?" she purred, blinking those long lashes up at me.

"About what?" I asked innocently. My hands had slipped down until my fingers could explore the cleft of her ass and she was wriggling even more, sliding her belly against mine and rubbing my erection with little jerks of her lush hips.

"I'm gonna fuck you to death!" she whispered. "You might as well get ready for it!"

I pulled her a little closer by digging my fingers into the cheeks of her bottom and working my cock against her.

"Hadn't you noticed?" I said. "I'm ready. When does the slaughter begin?"

"We'll have to go through the formalities," she sighed. "Drinks and talk! Shit! Why can't we just get on with it?"

I shrugged, nodding at Lena and Jack. They were standing close together and he was pouring drinks from a shaker, still ogling her cleavage. Jack caught my glance and held up a well filled glass.

As we walked over, I asked Helen, "Want to turn on? Lena brought some."

They were agreeable, and we lit up one of the loosely wrapped jints, passing it around as we settled down, Helen and I on the couch and Lena in one of the big chairs with Jack perched on an ottoman at her feet. Before we had reached the bottoms of that first round of drinks, Helen was tugging at my belt and Jack was kissing Lena's thighs, forcing her knees apart so he could taste the softness of the flesh that converged in that silk jungle where her ravenous slit waited for tongue or cock with complete impartiality.

We shared another stick and I felt my inhibitions float off in the gray haze which settled about us. I wasn't aware of just how I got undressed, or when Helen stripped that playsuit off. The first thing I knew, we were both stark naked and she was crouching between my legs, sucking on my cock like a sick of her favorite candy.

Hearing Lena's soft cry, I stared over to see Jack's head between her dark thighs and his face pressed against her exposed cunt. I didn't need a program to tell me that he had his tongue rammed into that tasty slit, for Lena was wiggling her ass and clutching at his kinky hair, trying to force him down onto the rug where she could reach his thrusting cock.

He finally got the idea and they rolled onto the floor with Lena on top, straddling his head with that bushy cunt working a juicy circle over his mouth and stabbing tongue. She leaned toward his feet, her big breasts dragging their taut nipples across his belly, and her hand pulled that stallion cock into a vertical stance, the black shaft topped with a dark purple plum that was already oozing its pulp.

Holding it steady, she began licking, gathering the juice with dainty flicks of her tongue and drawing it into her mouth where she could savor it before returning for another and longer caress of the throbbing prick.

Finally she squeezed it between her lips and moved her head downward, her cheeks bulging with the thickness as she sucked him into her mouth. It was obvious that the head of his dick was somewhere back of her palate. I knew from experience that she could take the biggest cock around. She knew how to relax her throat so a guy could fuck his tool down between her tonsils and she exercised that talent whenever possible.

I would have stared some more, for it was a fascinating sight, but Helen was beginning to suck with increased insistency, fucking her lips up and down my cock while her tongue fluttered and licked in a way that I knew would bring my come spurting much too soon.

I tangled my fingers in her blonde hair and dragged her slobbering lips upward, holding her with just the head still clamped in her mouth so she could really massage the tip and suck like a greedy calf, her fingers fluttering about my balls and probing beneath them to caress my winking asshole.

The grass, the whiskey and her own sensual nature had combined to create a lust in Helen's luscious body that would lend itself to anything I might devise and I was just high enough to take full advantage of the opportunity.

Lena and Jack were so wrapped up in their own thing that they wouldn't have noticed a live bomb in the middle of the floor. They had switched, putting Jack on top, and he was fucking his huge black prick in and out of Lena's mouth with long strokes that smacked his balls against her nose and eyes. She had his head trapped between her clasping thighs and I could hear his tongue lapping away at her dripping cunt as she screwed it up to increase the depth of his probing licks.

I scooted down until I was practically balanced on the back of my neck, spreading my legs wide and guiding Helen's lips down until she was tonguing my balls, coating them with her warm saliva and moaning with increasing passion.

"Don't stop now, baby!" I grunted. "Give me the full treatment!"

She knew what I meant. Her tongue slid back along the taut skin and I sucked in a lungful of air as I felt her flick that agile muscle about my asshole. Then, moving her whole body closer, she stiffened her tongue and bored into the striated circle. I forced the sphincter to relax and nearly pulled her blonde hair out as I felt the hot wetness slide into my anus, stretching and wiggling until I was gasping with the almost painful pleasure.

"Goddamn!" I groaned, hitching my legs up and resting my heels on her smoothly tanned back. "Rim me, baby! Show me what that fucking tongue can do!"

I felt her breath bathe the area around my asshole as she worked the tongue farther into the tight channel, pressing her lips about the entrance and trapping her saliva so it would add to the goodness she was generating with every movement.

"Jesus!" I yelped. She was sucking. Pulling her tongue almost out and applying the vacuuming of her mouth until I thought my guts would come sliding out. Her tongue gathered some of that slippery spit and slithered in again, sliding faster and faster as she made the first few inches of my colon slick with her secretions.

It wasn't the first time a female had played around in that sensitive area. But Helen wasn't playing. She knew what a lot of girls never learn, that a man's anal territory is laced with a zillion nerves. Not only did she know it, but she was working on every damn one of them and my hips were shivering and jerking as she fucked that tongue in and out, making it swish and slurp as my asshole filled with saliva and made her work easier.

If I hadn't stopped her, she would probably have spent the evening with her mouth glued to my butt. But the thrills she was generating were threatening to loosen the barrier and send my sperm boiling up the throbbing length of my cock. That was the load I intended to dump inside the lovely creature and I had an interesting choice of entrances.

I dragged one of the thick cushions from the couch and dropped it alongside her as I forced her back, watching her lick furiously at her lips with that educated tongue. She lay down on the soft rug, raising her ass so I could slide the cushion under it, then drawing her knees high and spreading her thighs to give me a clear shot at her silk-fringed slit.

The effects of the shared joints were still making everything a little sharper than usual and I took a few moments to examine her cunt, kneeling and resting my palms on the backs of those sleek thighs.

Helen had a long pussy, the slit running far up into the tangle of blonde hair that was wet with her juices where it touched the swelling rolls of her outer labia. The trench sloped inward from either side, the whiteness fading into pink and deepening as the walls merged with the wrinkled folds of her vaginal lips, the membranes wet and slippery, the little beads of honey glistening as the curtain moved, restless and hungry, shivering with anticipation as she stared down between her rising and falling tits at the huge thrusting cock looming over her belly.

"Pull it open!" I whispered. "Let me look at it!"

Cooperatively, her fingers pressed the pouting flesh and spread the furrow into a near-flat plane, its center a pulsating well that oozed the sweet dew of her avid cunt.

I gripped my cock with one hand and steered it down into that membranous oval, stretching the pliant folds into a taut circle as I forced the bloated head into the mushy grip of her pussy.

She started to grab my hips, but I barked: "Keep your hands where they are! I'm not gonna touch anything but that cunt!"

Her whimper dribbled from beneath her grimacing lips as her vaginal walls expanded and their terminal nerves were massaged by my entering prick. The tightness surprised me. I had to really apply the pressure to squeeze into that slippery sheath, but I tensed my buttocks and slid through the clutching folds with a grunt of pleasure, feeding about seven inches into her hungry belly.

She arched her back still more, curving her hips upward in a bid to draw the rest of my cock into her snatch, and I pulled back, making her shove that ass higher to keep it from slipping completely out of the slippery lips. Then, in again, and out again, beginning that rhythmic stroking which created a new tightening in my heavy balls.

One at a time, I transferred my hands from those quivering thighs to the big breasts, catching the nipples between thumbs and forefingers, squeezing and kneading as I fucked her, boring in and out while she worked her ass in a constant grinding that enabled my prick to caress every part of her responsive cunt.

"Damn you!" she panted. "You're gonna make me come!"

Her hands started for my hips again and I growled a warning. "Keep it spread!"

She almost wept as the orgasmic waves washed through her juicy cunt. Her head rolled on the rug and she chewed her lower lip until I expected to see blood trickling from that dainty chin. Her pussy churned, deep inside, tightening about my prick as the muscles convulsed in repeated spasming. I kept sliding in and out, trying to think of something other than the hot wetness that sucked and squeezed like a second mouth. Only the wild session with Velvet and Kitty enabled me to hold back until I felt the slow relaxation of her vagina and she gave a long, shuddering sigh.

"Oh! You bastard!" she panted. "That almost killed me!"

I pinched both nipples, making her jump and shove her cunt still higher. "That was just the appetizer, baby!" I teased. "We haven't really started fucking yet."

I leaned over her, resting my chest on the pointed mounds. "Give me your hands!" I said. "Both of them!"

She released her pressure on that well packed mound and I caught her by each wrist, bending her arms up until they were pressed, palms up, on either side of her blonde head. She stared up at me with wide eyes.

"Can I move my legs?"

"All you want to!"

"Fuck me! Goddamn you to hell! Fuck me!"

With the first stroke, her legs scissored my waist and levered her ass up to take the full nine inch shaft of my cock. My balls squished against her perineum and she circled her hips to feel the head of my dick grind the very bottom of her pussy.

With belly-slapping hunches I slammed my prick in and out, ramming between those clutching thighs and hammering my pelvic arch against her clit in a furious rhythm. The constant manipulation of that love bud sent her into a frantic, ass-threshing climax and her cunt became even more slippery as her vaginal juices coated my cock and were spread throughout the length of that convulsing corridor. I could feel them wetting my hairy balls as they swung into the crack of her twisting ass and heard the moist, sucking sound as the oily exudation was churned by my pistoning shaft.

I didn't even slow down for that first orgasm in this new position. While Helen's ass bucked and humped, I kept pounding away, letting the delightful tremors of her climaxing pussy caress my sliding cock and add to the rapidly mounting pleasure of my ride.

"Hey, cowboy!" The voice yanked me back from the edge of my own come. "How about switching horses?"

It was Jack, on his knees beside us with that big black cock rearing up like a damn fence rail. Just beyond him, Lena lay grinning at me, on her back with those dusky thighs spread in eager waiting. From the gaping lips of her dark cunt, a trickle of white slid down over the reddish-brown skin, reaching its slippery finger toward the winking circle of her asshole.

Wrapped in the happy glow of the marijuana and the incredible pleasure of Helen's talented cunt, I had lost all sense of time. The three loads I had slammed into Velvet, earlier in the day, had enabled me to fuck Helen McPhail for over thirty minutes without spilling the fresh sperm that was boiling just back of my nine inch cock.

Jack and Lena had sixty-nined their way to a gulping crescendo, then screwed to a panting second orgasm with Jack on top. Now Lena had urged him to trade partners and neither Helen nor I objected to the switch. We were both in that highly aroused state where identity no longer mattered, so long as our passion engorged loins were connected to a satisfactory counterpart.

I pulled my cock out of the slimy embrace and rolled off in the direction of the waiting Lena, pausing to watch as Jack took my place and fitted his massive prick into the froth-rimmed slit I had just vacated.

"Man!" he gasped as he slid the black pole into her belly. "You sure got her slick!"

I stared down at Lena's open snatch. "You didn't exactly leave a dry hole," I commented. Then, to Lena, I said, "Turn over, baby! Let's play doggie!"

With a happy giggle, she rolled over onto her belly and raised her ass by drawing her knees up under her dark body, spreading her thighs apart as I positioned myself behind her.

I eased my prick between her legs and slid the head through the dripping jaws of her cunt. She gave a little groan and wiggled her hips in an effort to get me inside her, but I drew back again.

"Put it in, love!" she pleaded. "I need some more!"

I pressed forward again and let the head invade those slimy cunt lips just enough to stretch them and caress the excited nerves. She clamped the rubbery flesh about me, trying to suck me deeper, pushing her ass back against my belly as I bent over her arched back.

Careful to keep the strokes the exact length I had in mind, I began short-fucking her, giving her the head and about two inches in a savagely rapid flurry of thrusts and retreats, the thick cock massaging her pussy lips so fast that all she could do was jerk and quiver, gasping as the frictioning urged her toward another, gut-wrenching orgasm.

"Oh shit!" she panted, her cunt shuddering with the beginning tremors of her climax. "Oh Goddamn! Oh Damn! Damn! Damn!"

She was going crazy trying to wiggle her pussy further onto my prick, but I held her back until the spasms were at their very peak. Then I rammed into her with a vicious thrust that carried me past the mouth of her trembling womb and into the writhing tissues that churned and slithered about the head of my huge cock.

"Aaaaggghhhh!" she yelled as I jabbed her with deep, short strokes. Her hips ground the tightly stretched lips about the base of my shaft and my balls rolled against her clit, providing the final touch to her searing climax.

"You didn't come!" she panted, flopping down on her belly and supporting most of my weight as I followed her, keeping my cock well planted in the steaming snatch. "I must be losing my touch!"

"Not you, baby!" I assured her. "That cunt of yours could make a zombie shoot!"

"You ain't no zombie, love!" she said, flexing her cunt again. "That prick feels like a big fat snake in there!"

"Let's see what this feels like," I answered, slipping my cock out of her pussy and sliding the head up to where her asshole shaped an indentation in the sleek furrow of her buttocks.

"Oh, Jesus!" she moaned, bracing her forearms on the rug and grinding her teeth with strain. I shoved, forcing the head into the tight circle, waiting until she tensed her muscles and the sphincter relaxed. Then, lubricated with her juices and the semen Jack had spurted into her cunt, I slid my horny prick into the torrid sleeve of her intestine, driving over half my length inside before I paused to let her adjust to the massive filling.

"You bastard!" she grated. "You know how I like the feel of a dick up my tail!" Her ass gave a little wiggle, screwing her anus farther onto my probe. "Stuff it, Daddy! Cram my butt full of cock! Fuck my asshole!"

I pushed my torso erect and got a good hold on her hips, dragging my prick back through the clenching heat and wetness until the sphincter caught the flared rim of the swollen knob. Then I rammed in again, squishing through the oily tissues and slapping my balls against her gaping, dripping cunt as I gave her nine full inches up the ass and began fucking like an anxious puppy.

Through eyes slitted with excitement and the thrill of Lena's convulsing colon, I saw Jack flat on his back. Helen was astride his hips, riding his black cock with wildly pumping hips.

It was an intriguing sight, made more erotic by the contrast of their skins. Jack's prick was a thick column of ebony, the big veins pulsing with a bluish cast and the entire shaft shining with the liquid coating of Helen's copious juice. Her natural blonde hair framed his insertion and the width of his cock made it appear that he was driving up into a nest of silk. But, as Helen raised her ass, the lips of her pussy were pulled outward, the pink and red membranes sliding and folding against the blackness like a retreating mouth.

I would have stared longer, but Lena's ass was working its special magic on my cock and the sensation was becoming increasingly good. She relaxed every muscle as I poled into her, permitting me to hilt my shaft in her tail. Then, as I started outward, she tightened the hot colon about me and sucked it with short, forceful contractions of her powerful anal muscles.

I was pounding my way toward a come that I was certain would tear my balls out, banging my belly against her writhing rump and giving little yelps of delight as her ass chewed and sucked on my pistoning cock.

There was a breathtaking explosion ill my belly, turning it into liquid fire that made everything it touched jerk and pulse with ecstasy. The fire surged through my cock and flared into Lena's intestine in savage spurts. She stifled the scream when the first blast shot against her writhing tissues. But the second triggered her own climax and she yelled like I was shoving a hot poker in there. I didn't have to move anymore. The frantic gyrations of her ass took care of everything.

The girls brought damp towels in and giggled as they cleaned us up, Lena taking care of Jack, and Helen carefully cleansing my wilting cock, bending over to plant a wet kiss on the drooping head when she was done.

While they went off to shower, Jack and I settled back with another drink, swapping small talk as our bodies slowly returned to normality after the fierce fucking session.

Casually, I asked if he and Helen ever held a party like this during the day and he answered that it could be arranged. Without divulging her name, I described Velvet. He showed a decided interest.

"You fix that up," he promised, "and I'll get a cousin of mine to drop over." He gave me a broad wink. "Why don't we do this without Helen? Just the four of us could have a ball."

"This cousin," I asked. "What's she like?"

"Fifteen," he supplied, grinning. "And hotter than hell! Helen don't know that I've been into that stuff, or she'd skin my head. She thinks anything under eighteen is too young."

I stretched out on the rug and studied the little crystal ornaments on the ceiling fixture. "I wonder how old she was when she lost it."

He laughed, answering hurriedly as we heard the girls returning. "You guessed it. She was nineteen. But she's sure trying to make up for it."

CHAPTER FIVE

It was almost one when I dropped Lena off at her apartment and promised to call her within the week. Ten minutes later I was fitting my key into the lock and tiptoing into my own living room.

Kitty had left the lights on, but I found her curled up like a sexy kitten with one of my novels still clutched in her slender fingers, the cover just touching the fine silk of her exposed pussy.

Gently, surprised at the feeling of tenderness that swept over me, I removed the book and drew the sheet up over her lovely nakedness, switching off the light and padding into my own room. Once I had stripped and let the waterbed embrace me, I was asleep in minutes.

The dream was startlingly real. It was the first time in months I had thought of Glenda, my ex-wife, with anything but a slowly fading bitterness. Even sex with her had become a drag during those last months, tapering off to an awkward avoidance before the final parting. In the dream it was vastly different.

Gloria and I were in a huge meadow that stretched out of sight beyond a distant horizon, the green grass rippling in a gentle breeze that bathed our naked bodies like a soft caress. Our movements were slow and deliberate, like the replays one sees on television, our limbs reaching and entwining, sensuous and elastic in the impossible dimension of imagination.

Her lips were a writhing oval of invitation, becoming a marvelously structured cunt as I aimed my elongated prick toward its moist entrance. Her tongue eased out to meet me, developing the head of a multicolored snake that flicked its forked rapier against my glans with surprising heat and pressure. Then it was a pussy again, slipping its pliant lips over my strutted cock and tightening about me as I struggled to force my entire shaft into the flexing embrace. Just as quickly, it was a mouth again, sucking and hungry, sending delightful stabs of pleasure throughout my shivering loins.

I swam up through the layers of sleep as the ecstasy became a threatening wrenching in my tormented balls, reaching for consciousness with the flailing tendrils of my numbed brain. My eyes opened, blinking in the slanting rays of sunlight that pierced the window and bathed the bed with painful brilliance.

Kitty was on her belly between my legs, one hand gripping the base of my distended cock while the other fingered the twin spheres of my swollen balls. Her lovely blonde head was bent over my shaft, her bps stretched to encircle the huge head.

The sight was exciting, but the feeling was beyond description. Her tongue was curling and sliding, polishing the knob of my prick with undeniable hunger. The gripping fingers were sliding up and down, slowly and intently, while the lips eased downward just enough to press the caressing tongue against the slitted tip, then retreating so she could tease it with a rapid fluttering that made my ass tremble in helpless response.

"Baby!" I groaned, caught between the opposing forces of reluctance and desire. One part of me wanted to stop her before she drew me past the exploding point. The other half demanded that I let her finish the job, sucking my boiling sperm from the throbbing monster and initiating her avid mouth to the spurting finale of her labors.

She released my cock, rubbing her chin against the head as she gave me a wet-lipped grin. "I thought I could make you come before you woke up," she whispered. "Does it feel good?"

"Jesus!" I moaned. "Yes! Are you sure you want to?"

"More than anything else!" she breathed, licking the slit and catching a drop of jism that squeezed upward with the pressure of her warm fingers. "I want to drink it!"

Her youthful enthusiasm stripped the last of my reluctance away. "Okay, sweetheart," I said in a choked voice. "Do it the way you want to."

The lips embraced me again, more forcefully, sliding downward until they met the clutching fingers, shaping one firm grip that rose and fell on my thrusting prick. She sucked with instinctive pulls, the vacuuming creating a throb of pleasure that spread down to my loaded nuts.

I willed my hips to relax, for her bobbing head set the waterbed to undulating in a gentle rhythm that fed my cock in and out of her liquid encirclement. Her tongue and palate shaped a slippery channel, a shivering grip that was unbearably delightful, massaging as I entered and the head of my prick pressed the yielding heat of her palate. As the undulations pulled me downward, the tongue sprang into fluttering action, flicking and darting as her cheeks hollowed and she sucked with little wet moans.

My seminal explosion arched my waist as my ass reached upward in helpless trembling. The thick cream forced its way through my towering cock and Kitty felt the quick swelling.

With a sudden motion, she yanked her mouth from my prick and the first spurt splattered against her lips and bared teeth, beginning to spread and trickle before her momentary hesitation was swept aside by the overwhelming force of youthful lust.

Her nostrils flared with the nasal whimper of surrender and she went down on me with a gurgle of happiness, wrapping her lips about my jetting cock and sucking with long hot pulls as my load was emptied into her sliding mouth. She swallowed, gulping the thick mixture of semen and saliva and moaning her happiness at absorbing the delicious liquid into her eager young body.

I wanted to ram it down her convulsing throat, to fuck her mouth in those last ecstatic moments. But, with a supreme effort, I let her milk my cock with nibbling lips and massaging tongue, tightening her fingers in an upward stroke and sucking the last creamy drops with a satisfied moan.

Some of my cream had escaped during that brief withdrawal of her lips and now glistened on the sides of my prong and on her slender fingers. While I stared, Kitty's tongue sought the traces of white moisture, licking sensuously and hungrily. Releasing her grip on my staff, she moved down to caress my big testicles, broadening her oral muscle and curving it under the hairy globes in gentle sweeps.

Finally, she raised her head and licked her lips, her eyes narrowed and gleaming with a new wisdom. She worked her body upward until she could rest those luscious tits on my cock, pressing it down against my belly.

"I'll do better next time," she whispered. "I shouldn't have turned loose when you started to come. I'm sorry."

I reached down and urged her upward until she was astride me, her moist cunt jammed against my still erect cock and her taut breasts digging their firm nipples into my chest. I tasted my own musk as her lips descended, parting against mine, and her tongue yielded to my determined suction in a long, tender kiss.

"I'm so happy, Uncle Steve," she murmured. "You make me feel like a real woman. Mother and Dad treat me like a kid." She squirmed her pussy against me and her face contorted with the pleasure as my prick rubbed the plump lips.

"I wish I wasn't so scared," she whispered. "I want you to fuck me! Watching you do it to Velvet showed me what I've been missing. How am I gonna get over this?"

I patted her smooth waist and let my fingers roam over the warm mounds of her buttocks. "Be patient, Kitty. Be patient."

We shared a leisurely breakfast, chatting about her mother and father as we lingered over a second cup of coffee and cigarettes. Avoiding my eyes, Kitty confirmed my suspicions.

"Mother and Daddy have just about stopped making love," she admitted. "I think Mother is seeing some man on the side."

"It happens," I shrugged. "Don't let it get you down."

"If they ever break up," she said, "I'd like to come and stay with you."

"You'd get tired of me after a while," I grinned. "Some young fellow would come along and you'd forget all about old Uncle Steve."

She shook her head in a vigorous denial. "Never! I wasn't kidding about being happy." She frowned. "Do you think I'm sex crazy?"

"If you are," I grinned back, "it's a nice kind of crazy. I hope you don't change."

Kitty offered to do the dishes and I headed for the typewriter, managing to grind out twelve pages before her blonde head peeked around the door, reminding me that it was almost five o'clock.

I suggested dinner at a small cafe I frequented and she happily agreed. As I was dressing, I checked the reefers Lena had given me. They might be the very thing Kitty needed to get up the nerve for the big step. The prospect of sticking my dick into that hot little snatch was one of the most pleasant I had ever entertained. Once she had opened up to it, she would probably screw my balls off!

The Maple Room served family style meals along with complete bar facilities in an atmosphere that, while quite liberal, was seldom rowdy. The short skirted waitress took our orders and gave Kitty a curious look when I demanded a whiskey sour for her and a double bourbon for myself.

"She thinks I'm too young to drink," Kitty smiled when the waitress had wiggled away. "She should have seen what I was drinking this morning."

"You're incorrigible!" I laughed. "If Nadine and George knew about this, they'd have me drawn and quartered."

"They're not going to hear about it," she assured me.

We sipped the drinks and stared about us. Across the room, a male voice sought my attention.

"Steve! Steve Grammer!"

"Archie!" I called back, watching the handsome young man get up and head for our table. Behind him, two strikingly beautiful redheads craned their necks and I saw another acquaintance, Richard Weller.

"Where have you been hiding this luscious creature?" Archie Swanson demanded, bending over the table and glaring down the front of Kitty's blouse. Under the table, I felt her toe dig into my shin.

"Private stock, old buddy," I smiled. "Miss Harley, this is a notorious lecher named Archie Swanson. Archie, this is Kitty!"

He raised her hand to his lips and slipped his tongue between the fingers, making her giggle.

"Kitty!" he echoed. "A perfect name for such a lovely creature. I'd invite you both to join us, but these tables are too damn small. What are you doing after dinner?"

I glanced at Kitty and caught her faint nod. "It depends on what you have in mind," I said.

"Dick and I are going home with the Colfax twins," he explained. "They've just picked up some home movies. Would you two like to join us?"

"Home movies?" Kitty asked curiously.

"Stag films," I explained. "I imagine they're pretty wild."

"I'd like to see them," she said without hesitation.

I thought Archie was going to climb across the table in his eagerness. "Then you'll come?"

"As spectators," I said firmly. "Kitty is not quite as experienced as your friends."

"That's okay," he assured me. "Just as long as she doesn't mind what we do."

"If Dick and the girls are agreeable," I told him, "we'll be happy to tag along."

He bounced back to his table and four heads joined in a brief discussion. He lifted his hand, thumb and forefinger shaping a circle of acceptance.

"I've never seen a film like that," Kitty said. "Do they actually do it?"

"Baby," I said patiently, "if it is physically possible, they'll put it on film. Are you sure you want to go? It may get pretty rough."

Her knee rubbed mine beneath the table. "You'll look after me, Uncle Steve. I'm not worried. It's exciting!"

As we ate, I examined the girls across the room. From that distance, they were identical in every way, from the half naked and deliciously full breasts to the tight caps of red curls. Their animated conversation and frequent laughter promised an utterly uninhibited evening. I only hoped it wouldn't prove too much for Kitty.

We had a second drink after the meal and Kitty was beginning to giggle at every other remark. When we stood up, she leaned against me and whispered, "I want to be fucked!"

"Anytime, sugar!" I assured her.

"If I just wasn't so Goddamn scared!" she complained.

"Don't rush it," I consoled. "That was a pretty good substitute you came up with this morning."

We joined the quartet at the cashier's counter and Archie made the introductions. When he came to Kitty, he added, "She's a spectator only. All hands off!"

Dick ran his eyes up and down Kitty's curves. "How about dining privileges?"

Kitty blushed, but I answered, "We'll see how things develop."

The two redheads gave me a curious onceover, letting their green eyes linger on the prominent bulge at my crotch. So far, I couldn't tell them apart. Sandra and Amanda were dressed alike and it seemed to me that even the provocative thrusts of their mouthwatering tits lifted at the same exact angles. I found myself wondering if they screwed alike.

We trailed Archie's car through the traffic and I found a parking space right in front of the aging brownstone where he had converted the upper floor into a combination studio and residence.

Once inside, Dick established himself behind the bar and Archie began setting up the projector. The twins, who insisted they be called Sandy and Mandy, kicked off their slippers and sandwiched me between their voluptuous bodies, ignoring Kitty's laughing protests.

One of them slid her hand down to explore the semi-erect length of my cock, forcing her fingers between belt and belly with experienced ease. The other loosened my tie and unbuttoned my shirt, twisting the hairs on my chest while she poked the tip of a wet tongue into my ear.

"Better watch those two, Steve!" Dick called across the room. "They'll eat you alive!"

I was doing a little exploring of my own. Two identical pairs of firm-nippled tits strained against my kneading fingers and two hot crotches slid and quivered along my thighs, burning through my trousers with their moist hunger.

"Everybody grab a drink and settle back for the show," Archie demanded, claiming one of the beauties. Kitty replaced her, dragging me down onto a pile of cushions and handing me a glass.

The room was plunged into semi-darkness and Kitty snuggled against me, fumbling for my zipper as the square of light centered on the portable screen. I quickly unfastened my belt and shoved trousers and shorts down, giving Kitty room to operate.

The film was in full color and of surprisingly high quality. Also surprising was the subject matter and I felt Kitty's hand grip my cock in excitement as the first scene flashed into view.

A bobby-soxed girl who appeared to be no more than twelve or thirteen wiggled her cute ass into a shabbily furnished room where a middle-aged man sprawled in shorts and dirty undershirt on a rumpled bed. The girl deposited her school books on the table and looked over at the man. Grinning, the guy drew his half-hard prick out and waved it at her, making her shake her head violently and start to turn.

The man leaped to his feet and grabbed her arm, forcing her to her knees and rubbing the head of his cock against her face. Before long, he had worked it into her mouth and the camera moved in to show the saliva-slick shaft as he slid it in and out, twisting her arm until she began sucking with deep hollowings of her flushed cheeks.

Kitty shifted her body about until she could bend over my lap and still keep one eye on the screen. I suppressed a grunt as her moist lips claimed the tip of my cock and she began licking the tiny slit in mounting excitement.

I could see that Archie was already on top of one of the twins, his ass beginning to bob up and down between her elevated knees. Dick, on the other hand, was not watching the screen. He had his face buried between the girl's thighs while she stared at the picture and I could hear the wet sound of his feasting.

The two-dimensional characters shed their clothing and the girl revealed a body too well developed to be as young as she had first appeared. The man, in turn, displayed an enormous prick that he was trying to cram into the girl's small cunt, holding her struggling body down as the huge head stabbed her crotch until it found the tiny slit.

From there on, the film was routine, with close ups of his cock sliding in and out and his balls whacking her wriggling ass. I found Kitty's activity far more interesting, for she was sucking my prick with even greater eagerness than she had displayed that morning, taking it far back in her throat as her blonde head rose and fell and her fingers rolled my balls with gentle pressure.

Sometime during the film, we had all managed to get rid of our clothes and, when Archie reached up to switch off the projector and turned the lights on again, six naked bodies were writhing and hunching on the thick rug.

Dick was still slurping away at his selected cunt and the girl was staring hungrily at my cock, its glistening sides exposed when Kitty's mouth lifted. I caught her eyes and pointed at Kitty's inviting pussy, shaping my lips in a sucking motion. The girl nodded, her eyes narrowing.

Forcing Kitty to release her prize, I crawled with her to where I could guide her down again, on her side, facing the twin, while I stretched myself behind her, slipping my cock between her thighs until the swollen head extended past the lower end of her cuntal groove.

Dick lifted his cream-smeared face just long enough to take in the scene and he gave me a happy grin of complete agreement. He, too, twisted onto his side and went back to his licking.

"I'm Sandy!" the twin whispered as Kitty squirmed her hips closer to the waiting mouth. Then she gave her full attention to the unusual combination which confronted her.

Kitty's pussy gaped a tight-lipped invitation and, just beneath its plump mound, my cockhead offered a tempting target for the tongue that slid across her red rimmed mouth in indecision. To make her choice simpler, I shifted my hips until my glans rested in the labial groove which Kitty widened by lifting her left knee. I felt the moist wetness of her cunt and fought back the desire to shove my cock into its virginal embrace. Its heat bathed the strutted knob and sent shivers of pleasure back into my slowly tightening balls.

"Ahhhhh!" It was my own voice, breathed out against Kitty's bare shoulder. Sandy's tongue had pressed its wriggling bulk against my ventral vein and dragged slowly upward to the delicate triangle just below the slitted head. There, she widened her lips and captured the juncture of cock and cunt in her oral pressure, bathing them with her warm saliva and sliding her tongue over every curve and hollow, finally slithering the tip into Kitty's tasty slit.

Archie and Mandy were still fucking like crazy only an arm's length away and Dick was obviously content with his oral manipulation of Sandy's cunt. Sandy used one hand to expand Kitty's pussy and employed the other in pressing the head of my prick deeper in the juicy slit. That way, when her tongue slid into the tight little opening, it was forced to drive over the tip of my cock, massaging it into a violent throbbing that Kitty could feel and which made her ass quiver with pleasure.

I surrendered myself to the increasingly pleasant sensation and let my hands roam over Kitty's trembling curves, kneading her firm tits and tweaking the stiffened nipples, imagining all the while that my prick was actually inside that delicious pussy, ready to spurt its thick load into her hungry young belly.

Only the suddenly increased savagery of Sandy's mouthings told me Dick had changed positions. I opened my eyes to see him behind the lovely redhead, his hips hunching against her perfectly rounded ass as he drove his commendable fuckpole in and out of her well sucked cunt.

Mandy and Archie had completed the first round of their own sensual battle and she was busily sucking his shaft into a new erection, fingering her own cream-filled snatch with noisy strokings.

Kitty's whole body trembled more violently and I felt the hot pressure of her pussy lips become a shivering embrace about the head of my prick. Sandy felt it too, and she clamped her mouth more firmly about the juncture of our organs, providing me with the delicious combination of tongue and cuntal lips through which to slide my throbbing glans. It was a short journey, but enough to massage that nerve-filled triangle into an ecstatic explosion which brought cries, of joy from both of us as my semen gushed, hot and wet, against Kitty's pussy and Sandy's writhing tongue.

Instead of swallowing the thick cream, Sandy forced it into Kitty's pussy with tongue and oral pressure, sucking it back again and using the slippery mixture to caress the convulsing cuntal lips and the still spurting head of my prick. Then, before the spasms ceased, she screwed her mouth more tightly against us and claimed the liquid passion with noisy slurps, swallowing it as Dick's shaft bored deep into her cunt and delivered its slimy load.

"Oh God!" Kitty whimpered. "How can anything feel so good?"

"Ask Sandy," I suggested. "Maybe she can explain it."

Mandy was still engaged with Archie's cock, her red hair trailing across his heaving belly as she slid her lips up and down the towering staff. Her luscious ass was raised by her kneeling position and I deserted Kitty's legs for the more promising rewards of the twin's waiting snatch.

She didn't know whose prick was nudging her labial doorway, but she increased the spread of her shapely thighs and pushed her hips back against me, fitting the hot mouth of her pussy over my prick and whimpering with pleasure as I drove it up into that churning grip.

Throughout the unusual mating with Kitty and Sandy I had been forced to control my urge to pump my cock into some available channel. Now, I was free to give full vent to that urge and I fucked the kneeling girl with a force that slammed her body forward and caused her to lose the cock she was so avidly sucking.

Archie grabbed her head and shoved his tool back in her mouth, bracing her as. I kept slamming my belly against her ass, cramming as much of my prick into her as she could hold. I rammed the resilient depths, expanding them until she was taking all but the last inch. I wanted to hilt it, but that redhaired pussy just wasn't able to contain my full nine inches.

I fucked through the churning tissues, sliding through the slippery mixture of semen and vaginal juice, feeling her undulating muscles suck and squeeze my prick as it rammed in and out.

Archie was guiding her head up and down, forcing his tool far back in her mouth, and crying out as she worked her tongue on the head each time she raised her lips on the throbbing shaft.

He started coming when I was just settling down to a steady rhythm and Mandy drank his spurting semen with strangled whimpers, working her ass in excitement as she swallowed his ropy cream and licked the last traces from his hairy balls.

Now she could devote her full attention to my pistoning cock and she urged me on with frantic cries, contracting her vagina about each withdrawal and pressing her ass back in a desperate bid to admit that last inch of prick inside her slippery quim.

I blasted my load into her with savage thrusts, ramming the head of my cock against the mouth of her womb as it spasmed and sucked, gulping my come just as she had drawn Archie's from him.

I pulled my dwindling member from her frothy slit and rolled aside to see Kitty, Sandy and Dick in a writhing chain.

Dick was eating Sandy's cunt with noisy slurpings while Sandy licked eagerly at Kitty's virginal slit. Kitty had Dick's cock in her mouth and was sucking it with deep hollowings of her flushed cheeks, sliding her lips up and down its thick shaft with little whinnies of pleasure.

Technically, she was still a virgin, but Kitty had picked up a lot of yardage during the past forty-eight hours. At the rate she was going, that carefully guarded cherry would be past tense before Nadine arrived to pick her up. Of one thing I was certain. When her maidenhead was removed, my cock would be the removing agent. In the meantime, she could suck all the dicks and pussies she wanted to. The activity would merely increase her willingness to open up those lovely legs for my final assault.

We did a lot of switching around during the next couple of hours and I screwed both twins before we wrapped the evening up with a daisy chain that found my cock in Kitty's mouth and my tongue flailing away at either Sandy's or Mandy's delicious cunt. I couldn't tell them apart and the only way I was certain of having tapped both jewel boxes was by switching from one to the other in mid-fuck.

When we settled down in the car, Kitty gave a luxurious sigh and snuggled up against my right shoulder like a contented kitten. Her nickname was fitting at that moment, I grinned to myself. Catherine Harley was full of cream. I had lost count of the faces, including my own, that had busied themselves between her eager, warm thighs. But I had taken careful note of the fact that she had managed to blow all three of us and spend a considerable time feasting upon the come-filled splits of Sandy and Mandy.

I let several blocks slide by before I asked, "Did you really enjoy yourself, baby?"

Her answer was an animal-like purr and a warm hand on my crotch. I got the message. It didn't seem possible that I could summon up another erection after all that uninhibited romping, but she had my cock ramrod stiff by the time we reached the apartment and I had mixed a couple of nightcaps.

We changed to a couple of robes and flopped on the big couch, smoking and exchanging comments about the twins and the two handsome guys who had kept their promise to respect her virginal status.

"Tell me," I asked, shifting my hips so she could get a better grip on my cock with her soft fingers. "Did you get a kick out of blowing Dick and Archie?"

She nodded unhesitatingly. Then she gave my prick a gentle squeeze. "They weren't as good as yours," she assured me. "I liked it. I even enjoyed making it with the girls. But this thing really turns me on."

She would have gone down on me with no argument, but I figured her jaw was already tired. I gave her a long, tongue teasing kiss and sent her off to bed, leaving me with a hard and a stack of notes for my novel. I checked over the notes, showered, and went to bed with the erection still throbbing pleasantly. I was asleep in minutes.

CHAPTER SIX

The phone brought me awake while it was still dark outside and I blinked at the sudden brilliance of the table lamp as I punched the button and reached for the jangling instrument. The bedside clock read five forty.

Lena Compton's sultry tones snapped me to full awareness. "I need help, love," she explained hurriedly. "My sister just rolled in. I won't go into the sordid details, but she's the ward of a real son of a bitch. I've tried to pull strings and get custody of her, but you know how much chance, I've got of doing that. With my reputation, I couldn't adopt a pregnant alley cat!"

"I didn't even know you had a sister," I said.

"Just the one," she explained. "She wants to spend some time here and I can't keep her. This is the first place that bastard would come looking."

"Send her to a hotel, for Christ's sake!"

"Cool it, love! Old fartface will have private-peekers swarming all over the place. If you could sort of look after her for a couple of days, I'll be able to get things lined up so I can take over. It'll be a big favor."

"How are you gonna manage it?" I demanded.

"I've got to be on tap tomorrow and the next day," she went on. "After that, I can take her and just disappear for a while. You know me, love. I can hide till that bastard will never find us. If you'll just help me cover till I can get loose."

"Where are you?" I asked. If a favor would keep Lena Compton's name on my list of available bed partners, the price would be small.

She told me and I agreed to be there in thirty minutes. It would take more than the usual gumshoe to ferret out the connection between Lena and me. Once I had the girl back at the apartment, it would take the C.I.A. to find her.

I put the coffee on and ran the razor over my scowling face. With the coffee still burning my throat, I scrawled a note for Kitty and propped it against the pot, hurrying down to the car and sliding out into the almost deserted street.

They were waiting in the grubby all-night diner, two blocks from the bus station. I pulled up in front of the fly-specked window long enough for Lena to see the car. Then I pulled up about fifty feet and waited for them to join me.

A flurry of ivory curves slid across the seat and pressed boldly against my side while Lena climbed in behind her and closed the door.

"This is Mary Lou, Steve," she introduced us. "I've told her about you. If she gives you any trouble, take your belt off and wear her ass out with it! She's a spoiled brat, but I happen to be nuts about her."

The girl was a miniature edition of her big sister, only lighter. Except for the Afro hairdo, Mary Lou could have passed for white. With those fantastic breasts and that sexy mouth, she could have passed just about any test.

"Hi, Stevie!" she purred, digging a firm nipple against my elbow and letting her mouth hang open with the full lower lip moist and tempting.

"Hi, yourself!" I echoed. Then, to Lena, "Where do I drop you?"

"It's safe to swing by my place," she said. "Don't let little sister fool you. She comes on like Supergirl. But she's still got it locked up."

"Not from choice!" the girl breathed, working her knee to slide that warm thigh against mine as I set the car in motion.

Lena gave a deep chuckle. "Don't worry, sis! That's one reason I called Steve. He specializes in defoliation."

I shot her a quick frown. "You mean you want me to…?"

"You want a script, love?" she laughed. "Hell, yes! That's what I mean. You think I want her to lose it to some hopped-up cat in a back alley and wind up hating it for the rest of her life? Don't tell me you're not interested."

Mary Lou's hand slid down to my thigh and probed, finding the growing stiffness and curving her fingers about it with a little sigh.

"Relax, Lena," she whispered happily. "He's interested."

I dropped Lena off and waited until she had disappeared inside the building before I headed for the apartment, wondering how the hell I was going to explain all this to Kitty. Beside me, Mary Lou released her grip on my cock and settled back in the far comer of the seat, watching my profile with a curious half-smile. Her miniskirt had hiked its way up to the top of her perfectly rounded thighs and I found my eyes darting at the dark triangle where they converged, wondering if she was wearing panties, or if the shadow was the curly hair of her unexplored cunt. Her first question made me jerk the wheel in surprise.

"How many girls have you fucked, Steve?" she asked with the same expression she might have used in exploring my political opinions.

"I haven't kept a diary, sugar," I evaded. "More than my share, and not as many as I wanted to. Does that make sense?"

"Have you had many virgins?" she demanded. "Like me?"

I eased the car into a vacant space and cut the engine. "I've popped a few cherries. I don't know whether they were like you. No two girls are alike, you know."

I led the way into the elevator and kept my distance as the cables pulled us upward. She had brought no luggage other than the oversized clutch bag she dangled alongside one slender hip. The legs were even better than I had estimated. Small ankles and tiny feet. Beautifully rounded calves and dimpled knees before the columns began that gentle flaring that disappeared under the skirt just in time. She was aware of my inspection, but she chose to ignore it, watching the floor indicator while I raped her with my eyes.

Fitting the key in the door, I asked, "Did Lena tell you about Kitty?"

"Your niece?" she said. "Yes. She said I'd have competition. Is she nice?"

"I'll let you find out for yourself," I told her. "I think you two will hit it off alright."

She stepped in at my gesture and waited until I closed the door. "Have you screwed her?"

The girl's calmness was raising hell with my cool. She talked about sex like a veteran whore, yet I had Lena's assurance she was still inexperienced. I held up one hand, palm out.

"Let me see if Kitty's up," I said. I started through the hall and noticed the new note leaning against the coffee pot. Changing direction, I picked it up.

"Uncle Steve," it read. "Velvet and her mother, invited me to a picnic and I accepted. Hope you won't mind. You can get some writing done with me out of your hair. I'll be back about three o'clock. Love, Kitty."

Underneath, she had scrawled, "P.S. I dreamed that you made me let you do it. Wow! Is it really that good?"

I grinned and handed the note to the waiting girl.

"Maybe this will answer your question," I commented.

She read it and the full lips curved in a warm smile. "I think that's one white chick I can really dig. Does that mean we're all alone?"

"Just like on a desert island," I said, watching her put the bag on the couch and move toward me, her hips swaying. With slow, deliberate motions she began unbuttoning the thin blouse, unveiling the deep cleft between her thrusting young breasts and pulling the cloth aside to expose the high firm mounds with their succulent tips already tilted in the quivering strutting of passion.

I slid one arm about her slender waist and pulled her to me, palming one of those resilient breasts as my mouth closed over hers, drawing her tongue between my teeth and teasing it with my own.

Her hips ground their way forward to find the hardness of my cock, pressing it as if measuring its prodigious length with the insistent grinding of her yielding belly. Her hands moved up and down my arms, unable to find a resting place in her excitement.

My arm adjusted its position at her waist, permitting my hand to work the skirt up over the lush swell of her buttocks, baring her quivering ass to my caress. My palm moved over the velvet skin, grateful for the absence of panties, squeezing and fondling the firm globes and dipping my fingertips into the warm, slightly moist crease, edging downward until I found the taut stretch of her perineum.

Bending over her placed me in an awkward position and she realized it. Her hands pushed gently at my shoulders.

"Why don't we get on the bed?" she asked breathlessly. "Or the floor? And get out pf these damn clothes!"

Releasing my hold on her pliant body, I led the way into my bedroom, already loosening my shirt and unbuckling my belt. She took one look at the huge water bed and gave a little cry of surprised delight.

"I've always wanted to try one of these! But I never thought I'd make it the first time on one!"

She slipped out of the blouse and the tits jiggled as she forced the skirt down over the boyish hips and stepped free, standing naked and lovely for my eager inspection. Lust poured through my veins and shoved my cock against my trousers with a visible throbbing. Her eyes stared hungrily.

"Hurry, man! I want to see that fuckpole!"

Like Kitty, the girl was a delightful paradox. Although virginal, her vocabulary and responses were those of a seasoned swinger. But I was too damn hot to give it much thought.

I made sure, everything else was off before I slid trousers and shorts down and let my nine-inch prong smack up against my belly before settling down to a forty-five degree angle that pointed its slitted head straight at her tight-nippled breasts.

Before she could react to the sight, I took the single step and pulled her against me, shoving my prick into the yielding warmth of her belly, letting the physical contact add to the visual excitement until she was squirming with desire.

Together we sank into the undulating embrace of the waterbed, our bodies moving and sliding as the liquid shifted beneath us. I found the stiffened nipple of a dusky breast and fastened my lips about it, rolling its spongy tip with my tongue and sucking with long tugs that made her groan with pleasure.

Unable to reach my body, she dragged one of my hands up to her mouth and began kissing it, running her tongue between the fingers in wet, sensuous thrustings.

I raised my head to examine the tit I was sucking. The nipple was wet with my saliva, sticking up like a small brown finger from the dotted circle of her areole, swollen with excitement and anticipation.

I shifted my attention to the inward slope of her diaphragm, kissing the velvet smoothness with parted lips and darting my tongue against it until I reached the delightful indentation of her belly button. There I fastened my mouth about its small circumference and bored into it with a series of stabbing licks that made her ass bounce and wiggle with heightened passion.

She knew where I was headed and her slender legs parted in welcome, her hips lifting to offer the plump-lipped mound of her young cunt for my approval. My lips brushed the upper edge of her dark triangle and I caught a single curly hair between my teeth, tugging gently, but enough to cause her ass to jerk in involuntary response.

The sweet, heady scent of her sex filled my nostrils, its fragrance laced with the musk of desire, and I could see the glistening dew of her arousal on the dark red folds of its unexplored center.

"Turn around, baby!" Her voice was choked with emotion. "Turn around so I can reach you! God! What a man!"

The bed tossed like a stormy ocean as I turned about with my feet toward Mary Lou's head and I felt her fingers seize my cock, wrapping their warmth about its thickness and beginning a slow frigging motion that made me gasp with delight.

Her other hand gripped my hip, pulling me closer, and her moist lips began kissing my thigh, the tongue licking across the skin as she moved upward to where my heavy balls waited, eager to feel the caress of her mouth on their loaded spheres.

I duplicated her actions by licking the soft sweetness of her inner thighs, my chin teasing the curly hairs of her cunt as I neared the narrow cleft. Then, with a muffled groan, I surrendered to the impelling hunger.

My mouth pressed between the sloping outer lips and circled about the smaller opening, adding my saliva to her juices and tasting the youthful passion that bubbled from her aroused vagina. My tongue snaked through the resilient folds and into the hot entrance, broadening to provide the full effect of the penetration on the concentrated nerve endings which clustered just inside the delicious gateway.

She gave a hoarse cry and her thighs quivered, the muscles flexing as I eased my tongue in and out of her pussy, giving her a miniature sample of what my engorged cock would do when I forced its thick shaft into the narrow channel.

I felt her fingers bend my tool, altering its angle so she could slide her wet lips over the swollen head. Her teeth scraped gently past the flared rim and her tongue swirled in an oral caress that sent thrills zig-zagging through my belly like little bolts of ecstatic lightning.

Then she began sucking and the first pull brought a spurt of seminal fluid bolting through the length of my cock. She moaned again as her tongue spread the slippery mixture over my glans, bathing me in its heat and the skillful pressure of that knowing muscle.

I was eating her. Licking through the pliant folds of her pussy, I backtracked until my tongue found the thrusting bud of her lust-swollen clitoris. Her ass jerked when I flicked across its nerve-laden tip. Then, when I gripped it between lips and teeth and began polishing it with rhythmic suction, her hips danced in helpless delight, shoving the slippery folds of her inner labia against my nose.

Her lips were sliding up and down on my prick, taking the massive organ far back inside her mouth and letting the head rub against the soft wet heat of her throat. I expected her to gag, but she had already learned that trick of relaxing the muscles, and she managed to accept almost the full length. My balls swung against her forehead and her eyes as I hunched my cock in and out, fucking the delightful grip while I worked my tongue into her spasming cuntal lips and waggled the tip against her vaginal walls.

It was Mary Lou who dragged herself back from the brink of total surrender to cry, "Fuck me, Steve! Oh God! Please! I want this big cock in my pussy!"

The words were punctuated by a rain of wet kisses on the sensitive head and a licking of that delicate area that made me try to cram it back inside her mouth. It was only with a supreme effort that I managed to give her cunt one last lick and twisted my body about until I was on my knees between her upraised knees, feeling her fingers guide the head of my prick into the slippery furrow and fit the tip between the slimy folds I had tongued into shivering readiness.

One arm went about my neck, but the other hand held my cock in position as I began pushing, spreading the membranes into a taut circle as the head entered her cunt.

"Uuuugggg Hhhhh!"

I felt it at the instant of her sharp cry. It felt as if I had reached the bottom of her cunt just inside the tight lips. I gave a little hunch that pressed the head of my dick against the barrier and she gave another half-scream.

"Nooooooo! Don't! Please!"

I waited as long as I could. The hot grip about the tender glans was building my desire into frightening proportions, for the lips of her pussy were constantly shivering and spasming.

I once had a girl blow me like that and it drove me up the wall. She fastened her lips about the very tip of my cock, shoved her tongue between her teeth and wiggled it against the slit until I shot off like a cannon, unable to get it any further into her mouth, but hunching crazily as the surges of ecstasy charged through my jerking prick.

"Wiggle your ass, baby!" I pleaded. "You can take it!"

I managed to keep a constant pressure while she worked her hips in a grinding circle, rubbing the hymenic membrane against the head of my cock. If there was the slightest opening in that rubbery barrier, I couldn't feel it. All I could feel was the caress of the sliding tissues and the constant gripping of the surrounding lips. The motion of the waterbed amplified her wiggling and we both whimpered.

"Push harder!" I begged. "Jesus! I've gotta have that!"

Her face twisted with effort and she chewed her lower lips as she gave a shove that sent pain racing, through my prick. I could imagine how it must have felt to her.

"I can't!" she cried, sobbing with frustration. "Goddamn it for being like that!"

She slid her other hand between us and wrapped all ten fingers about my prong, shaping a channel which terminated in that mushy crevice. Carefully, she adjusted the curl of her little finger and palm to hold the lips of her cunt in perfect position. I knew what she was trying to do and I gave a cooperative and experimental stroke.

My prick slid back, the head pulling out of the membranous grip and up into the firmer clutch of her encircling fingers. Then, tensing my hips to keep them from slamming down and tearing into that delicious slit, I drove back through the warm pressure until the head sank into the hotter wetness again, shuddering to a halt as it pressed the maidenhead, drawing a suppressed grunt from her tightly drawn lips.

"Can you fuck me like that?" she whispered frantically. "God! I wish I could take it! I want to feel that big prick deep inside my pussy!"

"Anyway, baby!" I gasped, giving her another stroke. The motion had spread some of her slippery juices back into her palm and it felt almost like the real thing. "I can't stand this!"

"Neither can I!" she groaned. "I want to fuck, Steve!"

She was actually sobbing as I stroked through those shifting fingers and rubbed the head of my prick against her sealed cunt. The pressure stretched the tight folds and pulled her clitoris into a taut stretching with each insertion, letting it spring back again as my cock slid upward through the now-slippery grip of her two hands.

I discovered a delightful movement. I would pull back very slowly until the head was about four inches from the lips of her cunt. Then, carefully judging the distance, I shoved with a hard, rapid thrust, halting my forward motion just as the tip effected an entrance through the hot curtains. The sudden stop made the waterbed jiggle and the effect was a gentle frictioning of her cunt about the head of my prick.

"Ummmmmmm!" she murmured. "That feels good! It's makin' my little clit dance all over the place!"

My hips performed that movement again and again, sawing my cock through the clutch of her hands and dipping into that juicy crack, until the pounding goodness became too intense.

"I'm gonna come, sugar!" I panted. "I can't wait!"

"Come!" she urged me. She had arranged her hands so that my pubic arch met the thumb and forefinger of her upper grip with each stroke, so she felt confident that my huge prick would not penetrate beyond that teasing entrance. "At least I can have that!"

The ecstasy became a straining rope in my balls, drawing tighter with each delicious stroke. Then, with a surge of gut-wrenching pleasure, the cord snapped and my semen spurted against the pulsating barrier of her virginity, puddling to lave my jerking cockhead and being smeared by the frantic squirming of her ass as her pussy exploded in a matching climax.

"uhhhh! Uhhhhh! Uhhhhh!" she grunted, working the straining tissues against the jetting tip, their rubber grip contracting and relaxing as her orgasmic spasms harmonized with the violent throbbing of my prick. It was all I could do to keep my hips from ramming my pole into that greedily twitching cunt.

"Oh God!" she panted when her legs finally slid down along my thighs and fell weakly to either side. Only her hands retained that vigilant grip on my prong, the fingers milking me gently, as if imagining how it would have felt had the savage finale occurred inside her still shivering pussy. "That's the closest I've ever come to being really fucked!"

I rolled off and my body bounced in slow motion as the bed adjusted to my new position beside her. She turned toward me, touching my nakedness with breasts and thighs, her belly pressing my still hard shaft between us as we kissed, our tongues rekindling the passion of incompleted coupling.

"I want it in me!" she groaned, licking my mouth with bold sweeps of her tongue. She suddenly leaned away from me, staring into my eyes with a fierce gleam lighting her own. "Maybe you can get it in my ass!"

I could only guess at the tightness of that small opening, but I was just as eager as she to invade some portion of her responsive body. At least there would be no barrier other than the size of the channel itself.

"Are you willing to try it?" I asked huskily, pinching a nipple and making her wince.

In answer, she forced herself to a sitting position, angling her knees outward. Her pussy gaped its cream-filled lips and the ropy semen trickled lazily downward through the narrow crack. With a grin, she drew three fingers upward through the crevice, gathering the slippery liquid and transferring it to the head of my rearing cock, smearing it into a glistening coat with fluttering touch. Then, hiking one hip, she repeated the gesture and massaged the slick juice into the striated circle of her tiny anus, probing with one finger until it slid inside, disappearing to the second knuckle as she worked it about to enlarge the opening.

Her lips tightened as she forced a second finger in alongside the first, wiggling them as I watched in excitement, my cock stiffening to a new hardness. Finally, satisfied that she had made it as ready as possible, she rolled over onto her belly, her buttocks curved and enticing in their dusky moundings. She twisted her head to stare at me, her face serious.

"Even if I beg you to stop," she said thickly, "do it anyway! I know it's gonna hurt some. But I've got to have it! Put it in all the way, Steve! No matter how much I scream! Shove it in there and fuck me!" She moistened her lips, slowly and sensuously, teasing her teeth with the tip of her tongue.

"Rape me!" she breathed. "Make me take that big prick!"

Her legs parted, making way for my knees as I mounted her, my cock throbbing with eagerness. The little wrinkled circlet of her asshole, slippery with the fluid she had placed there, sucked in and out as her body tensed in preparation.

Gripping my shaft at the base and bracing myself with a hand on her satin-smooth back, I nudged the dark circle, making sure the tip of my cock was centered. Her buttocks tightened and their warmth squeezed me. She groaned.

"Want to back out?" I demanded, pressing just enough to keep that little opening flexing hotly against the head of my prick.

"No!" she grunted. "I want to be fucked!"

I bore down and felt the resistance of her clenching sphincter, a band of painful tightness that blocked me with only half the head inside. Her arms went out to either side and her legs stiffened, her hips trying to bury themselves in the slowly rolling waterbed, trying to escape that huge wedge that was stretching her anus with determined force.

"Ease up, baby!" I whispered. "Let me in!"

"I can't!" she moaned. "Jesus! I can't!"

"Just for a second!" I urged. "That's all it takes. Try!"

I felt her body tense and I waited for that momentary relaxation. When it came, in a slight loosening of the anal grip, I shoved with a savage grunt, feeling the flared rim of my cock head thrust through the elastic portal and into the incredible heat of her intestine.

"Ohhhhh, damn! Ohhhhh, Goddamn!" she hissed as her hips quivered beneath me, the asshole biting my cock with painful contractions. I held my body motionless, waiting for the tremors to subside. When the pressure eased, I forced the head a little farther into the undulating channel.

"noooo!" she wailed, her legs jerking in helpless protest. "I can't! Please! I thought I could! But I can't!"

I had about three inches planted in that spasming corridor, so I turned loose of my cock and lowered my chest down onto her perspiring back, curling my fingers about her trembling shoulders.

"Sure you can, baby!" I whispered, kissing the back of her neck. "You can take that big dick! You're gonna have to, anyway! I'm gonna fuck you, Mary Lou! You can kick and scream all you want to! But I'm gonna fuck you! That ass is too good, baby! I've gotta have it!"

I punctuated the last word with another shove and gave her a couple more inches. She grunted, but she didn't scream, and the grip relaxed more quickly than before. Her anal muscles were becoming accustomed to that thick bulk and I could feel the shivering caress as they slid and wriggled in adjustment.

"That feels good, baby!" I told her. "That ass is gonna love being fucked!"

I gave her another shove and waited until her body relaxed. I estimated about six inches of penetration, enough to start the really interesting part. Keeping my chest plastered against her back, I began raising my hips, dragging the throbbing head of my prick back through the convulsing tissues, frictioning their tender surface into a constant undulation.

Mary Lou moaned, but the direction of my movement encouraged the powerful muscles to relax their torrid grip. By the time the rim of my glans reached her sphincter it had loosened to a comfortable squeezing. I didn't give her time to tighten up again. Before she could react to the move, I levered my hips downward and shoved nine inches of hard prick into her intestinal sleeve. My belly slammed down against the upper slope of her buttocks and the small of her back. My balls slapped wetly into the juicy crack of her virginal pussy. Mary Lou Compton, age seventeen, had exactly what she had asked, for a bellyful of cock!

She held her breath until she was certain there was no more of it. Then, as she exhaled in a slow, noisy whimper, the binding pressure eased to a delightful tightness that seemed to nibble at my prick with a hundred pairs of greedy lips. She was ready.

She took the first few strokes with renewed tension, making it difficult to bore through those clamping walls. But the juice she had spread on my cock and the natural oil of her intestine lubricated the passage and my prick slid in and out with a delicious sensation which drew my balls into pulsating tautness.

I didn't have to tell her what to do. Once she had accepted the massive invader, she began working those muscles in a way that increased my pleasure and created a new delight for her, relaxing them as I entered, then squeezing again and again as I withdrew for another stroke.

"Oh God!" she gasped each time my prick slid into that churning inferno. Then, "Uh! Uh! Uh!" as it pulled back. Each stroke pushed her hips down into the yielding bed and she pushed it upward, working it in a frantic circling, as I lifted my hips for another shove.

"Oh, Steve!" she whimpered, when I broke the rhythm to give her a few moments in which to exercise her newly acquired skills. "It's good! Goddamn! It's good!"

She worked her ass up and down and wiggled it from side to side, insuring that her intestinal walls were massaged from every possible angle. It was hot in there, hotter than most cunts, and a hell of a lot tighter.

"Damn right, it's good!" I gasped the words, for the way she was using that superheated tail was dragging me closer and closer to the limit of my willpower. "Think you can come like this?"

"Yes! God, yes! I can feel it in my pussy! When you slide in real deep it feels like it's in both places!"

"Want me to work on that clit?"

Her head rolled. "I don't need it! Just fuck me! Any way you want to, Steve! Just fuck me!"

I forced my arms beneath her, one under her belly and the other across the tight globes of her young tits. "I'm not gonna stop this time!" I warned. She gave me a little grunt of understanding.

Carefully, I slipped my feet under her widespread ankles, giving her something to use as leverage for the last savage mile of our race. She used it, pushing that delightful ass up and gobbling another two inches of my cock. It was my signal.

With a grunt accompanying every stroke, I fucked her as hard and as fast as I could pump my cock in and out of that tight slippery ass, plunging through the juicy grip until the head was lodged in the hot pulsating curve of her intestine and her hips were writhing in a combination of protest and pleasure.

Now and then, I drew back until she cried out in fear of losing the piston that was stretching and reaming her with its furious thrusts. But, mostly, I kept it deep, screwing with short jabs that rammed my pelvic bone into the yielding pads of her ass and kept my balls flopping against the juicy lips of her cunt.

Faster and faster, the waterbed increasing the friction by jiggling her hips, I fucked the whimpering girl until the dam broke and my semen lanced into her tail, the release making me cry out with the sheer pleasure of it. I drove full length into the convulsing sheath and let her draw the come from me with her vigorous writhing and the undulating milking of those hot muscles. When the last shudder had rippled through my entrenched prick, I collapsed atop the quivering body with a muffled groan.

"Mary Lou Compton," I panted, "you have un commonly good ass!"

She squeezed my cock, giggling happily. "Want some more?"

"You're damn right!" I said. And proved it.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Mary Lou proved her ability in other departments by preparing a delicious lunch and, as we ate, she told me about the couple with whom she stayed.

"He owns damn near everything in the county," she explained. "So he thinks we have to be a little better than anyone else. No dates, no cigarettes. He'd have a fit if he ever saw me take a drink. Clara, his wife, is fed up with him, but she's too weak to fight. He won't let me see Lena except on Christmas. Then he insists on sticking right under our noses so we can't talk."

I was about to answer when the phone rang and she gave a little start.

"Relax," I grinned. "You're safe here. As long as you don't mind being screwed half to death."

"Who gave up first?" she grinned. "Wait till you get through this damn cherry! We'll see who screws who!"

I picked up the phone and heard Glenda's husky drawl.

"We're on the way back," she explained. "I slipped off to make this call. Why the hell haven't you called me? From the looks of this niece, you've been too busy to get out of bed!"

"Patience, baby," I soothed. "We'll make up for it when this week's over."

"You didn't answer my question!" she insisted.

"You didn't ask it," I reminded her, creating a momentary silence.

"Alright, Goddamn it! Are you screwing her?"

"No," I answered truthfully. "As far as I know, she's still a virgin. Does that make you happy?"

She paused again. "I don't think I'd blame you," she said in a curious tone. "She's one of the sexiest things I've ever seen."

"Hey!" I chuckled into the phone. "I didn't know you swung both ways."

"Neither did I," she said, not sharing my humor. "Maybe I'd change my mind at the last minute. But, today, watching her wiggle that little ass, I got hotter than hell!"

An idea shaped itself in the back of my head. "What do you say we all get together sometime this weekend?"

"You mean… let her know about us?" Glenda queried.

"Why not?" I countered. "She'll keep our secret. I do know her that well."

She agreed to find an excuse to get away Saturday night and reminded me that, regardless of anything else, she had to be laid. I assured her that we would find some way to accomplish that delightful task, blew her a noisy kiss and rang off.

Mary Lou was grinning at me with knowing eyes. "I'll bet you screw everything that gets within reach," she laughed.

I didn't bother denying it as I headed for my typewriter, managing two pages before I heard Kitty's arrival. By the time I joined them, prepared to make explanations and introductions, they were already chatting like old friends.

My cock sprang to immediate attention as I stood there drinking in the youthful curves and exciting beauty of my two welcome guests. Kitty helped the shaft to a throbbing and complete erection by shoving her breasts against my chest and rubbing her belly across the bulge in my trousers, presenting a pair of warm moist lips which I covered with open mouth, sucking her tongue in to where I could nibble its tasty bulk.

"That sure ain't no uncle-type kiss!" Mary Lou giggled, watching my hands explore the delicious area where Kitty's skin tight blue-jeans strained to cover the taut globes of her little rear.

"This ain't no regular-type uncle!" Kitty gasped, leaning back and locking her hands behind my neck. "He understands the needs of a growing girl."

Some sort of unspoken message had passed between them, for Mary Lou moved in to place an arm about each of our waists, her thighs moving suggestively against ours. I shifted one arm and pulled them both in to where I could kiss first one, then the other, savoring the sweetness of their soft lips and the enticing difference in the texture of their willing mouths.

"Let's… let's get undressed," Kitty managed, her face flushed with excitement. "We could have a lot more fun."

Mary Lou and I were already reaching for zippers and buttons. By the time Kitty was stepping out of her panties, we were completely naked and my prick was rearing like a frightened horse.

"Isn't that a beautiful sight?" Kitty asked, pointing at my bobbing shaft. Mary Lou nodded agreement, but her eyes were fixed on the blonde triangle between Kitty's lovely thighs. Kitty saw the direction of the girl's stare and her blush deepened, her tits lifting a little higher as her breath quickened with excitement.

"Don't mind me, girls," I grinned. "Let nature take her course. Old Uncle Steve will just sit back and watch!"

Mary Lou took her eyes off Kitty's snatch long enough to give my cock a hungry glance. "You can find a place to put that thing," she whispered.

She drew Kitty into her arms, leading her down the hallway toward the spare bedroom, with me plodding along behind their swaying buttocks, my cock bobbing with eagerness. The double session with Mary Lou had cooled me off, but a brand new fire was building in my balls as I watched the girls sink down onto the bed, Kitty spreading her legs for Mary Lou's darker thighs.

Their lips met, moving in a tongue-dancing kiss, and the dusky hips began a slow grind that rubbed the black-haired cunt against the unfurled lips of the blonde one. Their breasts pressed and rolled, nipples sliding against nipples, and their hands fluttered in knowing caresses, fanning their desire to fever pitch.

Their hips adjusted, seeking that exact position which permitted the sensitive labial lips to become caressing ridges of warm flesh, sliding through the quivering furrows as they writhed in a slow parody of intercourse.

I had seen Kitty in action with the Colfax twins. But this was a vastly different scene. There was the contrast in the two bodies, one lightly tanned, the other appearing even darker than I had originally thought, now that it was pressed against Kitty's natural blondness. Mary Lou's perfectly rounded ass moved with skillful twists between Kitty's raised knees, grinding her cunt against Kitty's until they were both whimpering with passion and my cock was slick with the almost steady oozing of seminal lubricant.

"Uncle Steve is gonna do more than watch, kiddies!" I exclaimed. "Don't move!"

I straddled Mary Lou's delectable bottom, dragging my balls across the plump cheeks, and she released Kitty's lips to turn her head and grin back at me.

"Look out, asshole!" she teased, flexing the resilient globes in welcome.

"Not this time, baby!" I answered huskily. With one hand I forced the head of my prick between her closely pressed thighs, feeling the muscles tighten about the shaft as I thrust through the warm grip, slowly and experimentally, seeking the delicious contact I knew awaited me.

Both girls gasped, for the head of my cock had fitted itself between the tightly pressed grooves of their juicy young cunts, sliding upward and forward until it jabbed at the swollen buds of their clitorises.

"Ummmmmm! That feels good!" Kitty moaned, pushing her cunt upward to increase the pressure.

"Wow!" Mary Lou gasped. "Whatever you call this, keep doin' it!" She pushed her pussy downward and the combined effect was to surround the head of my cock with warm, wet flesh that quivered and wriggled with their slightest motion.

Bracing my hands against the bed, I reared up and stared down at the base of my shaft, its thickness clamped by Mary Lou's trembling thighs.

"Okay, kids!" I whispered. "Give me a rub-off! Work those little cunts on that cock! It won't take much! Uncle Steve is almost there already!"

Neither girl was a complete novice at pussy rubbing. Kitty had done it with the twins and Mary Lou had probably racked up a long list of able partners. But this was the first time they had shared the combined thrills of tit-to-tit contact while a hard prick massaged the lips of their burning cunts.

When Mary Lou screwed her pussy down against my shaft, it was pressed more firmly into Kitty's slit. This caused Kitty's ass to reach up in happy reaction and give Mary Lou's twat the same treatment. And my prick, jerking and throbbing, was caught in the churning, bubbling middle.

While they worked their tails in a steady screwing motion, I fucked in and out of that warm clutch of Mary Lou's thighs, sliding the head of my prick through the meshed pussy lips and up to the clitoral wedge, grunting with the repeated waves of pre-orgasmic ecstasy that lanced through my balls with each thrust.

I wanted to delay the actual delivery of my boiling sperm as long as possible, for the sensation was unique. It's one thing to rub your cock through the juicy slit of a teenaged cunt and something entirely different to have it surrounded by two such greedy snatches, both of them still unpenetrated.

It was impossible to move back and forth more than a couple of inches. But that was enough. Both girls were flowing like fountains and the hot juices bathed my sliding glans, adding to the indescribable pleasure as I fucked steadily back and forth between the slippery folds.

I felt my orgasm begin far back in my belly, tightening the muscles of my pounding ass and wrenching a hoarse cry from my throat. Both Mary Lou and Kitty knew what that cry meant and they redoubled their pelvic gyrations, grinding the torrid cuntal folds about my throbbing cockhead.

Deliberately, I drew back until the tip was poised just below the vaginal openings and let the first spurt spray the flexing tissues, lubricating the passage for a full-length thrust. Then I jabbed hard and fast, flooding their pussy lips with hot sperm and massaging the quivering flesh until they were crying out in the wild ecstasy of their own climaxes.

"God!" Kitty moaned, still wiggling her ass to extract that last delightful spasm from her convulsing cunt. "That was the best ever!"

"I want to be really fucked!" Mary Lou panted. "I gotta have that big prick inside me! I just gotta!"

My cock was still hard. If ever I was going to break through that youthful cherry, now was the opportune moment. Her cunt was slick with the combined exudation of her own passion, Kitty's juices and my come.

"Roll over, baby!" I grunted, pulling my shaft from between those gorgeous thighs and rearing back in readiness. "Let's try it!"

There was a flurry of undulating curves as Mary Lou turned onto her back and Kitty scooted to one side, her eyes wide and excited as she adjusted her nakedness to watch me mount the eager girl.

"It's gonna hurt for a minute!" I warned her, settling my hips between her knees and inserting the tip of my cock between those cream-coated cunt lips.

"I don't give a damn!" she hissed. "I want to be fucked!"

"Raise your legs up higher!" I told her.

Obediently, the knees drew up and angled outward, and I lowered my chest onto those delightfully warm breasts, sliding my hands underneath her shoulders and getting a good grip.

"What can I do?" Kitty demanded.

"Reach down there and make sure it goes in right!" I answered.

She slid downward and I felt her fingers encircle my cock, insuring its aim. I provided a little pressure and Mary Lou grunted, her ass retreating as far as the bed would permit.

"Christ!" she moaned. "You're so damn big!"

"That's what makes it good, sugar," I grunted back.

I felt Kitty's other hand slip between us and Mary Lou gave a little whimper. Kitty was using her thumb on the enlarged clitoris and the girl couldn't keep from moving her ass in response. Each movement worked the fiery lips of her pussy about the tip of my cock and I began bearing down, forcing the bloated head between the straining folds.

The resistance was painful for, just as before, I hit that damn membrane before I was firmly seated in the spasming slit. I pushed harder.

"Uggggghhhhhh!" Mary Lou screamed, clawing at my back and trying to straighten her legs out. Kitty's arm blocked the left one, and the lowering of her right knee increased the diameter of the tiny opening. I felt a slight yielding.

"Wiggle your ass!" I cried. "It's goin' in!"

"I can't!" she yelled. But her hips were squirming just the same. Part of the motion was in response to Kitty's clitoral massage and the rest was an effort to avoid the punishing pressure of my cock.

I gained another fraction of an inch and realized that I had managed to tear through a small portion of the resisting curtain. Mary Lou was wriggling like crazy, but every wiggle was forcing the ruptured tissue more tightly about the head of my prick. I was beginning to doubt my own ability to stand the pressure about my burning glans. It felt for all the world as though she had a set of hard rubber teeth in there, chewing hell out of my cock as I tried desperately to cram it in her.

"Jesus!" Kitty murmured. "What a sight!"

I wasn't interested in appearances. Each second was carrying my cock a little deeper into that protesting cunt and the slowly yielding maidenhead was widening the slit through which I would enter the churning cauldron of her innocence.

"Ohhhhh! Goddddd!" Mary Lou gurgled, her ass twisting and jerking and the one free leg flailing the air in meaningless kicks, each one aiding my efforts to complete her defloration.

I tensed my buttocks and thighs and gave a savage shove, grunting with the sudden pain as my prick was caught for a moment between the frayed curtains of her hymen. Then, like a well greased piston, I was sliding into the previously untouched vagina, feeling the wet heat surround my cock with shivering caresses as the tissues expanded and contracted, fitting their delicate surface about me like a million clinging lips.

"Uuuuuhhhhhhh!" The cry whistled through Mary Lou's tightly clenched teeth and her legs became powerful scissors about my waist, holding me in place.

Kitty's hand retreated from its clitoral fingering and began a gentle manipulation of my balls as I forced the last delightful inch of hard cock into the girl's newly opened cunt.

"We made it, baby!" I groaned, my lips moving against hers.

Her eyes opened, widened and almost crossed with the strain of her well packed pussy. I felt those powerful vaginal muscles ripple and flex as they adjusted themselves about my cock.

"Don't move!" she hissed. "Let me feel all of it!"

Strangely, I understood her meaning and held my hips motionless between those trembling thighs, my chest resting lightly upon the rapidly heaving mounds of her naked breasts. She wanted to savor the moment, to sense the pressure and heat which filled her pussy, expanding its sensitive walls and throbbing within her as my cock swelled and pulsed with excitement.

"God!" she whispered. "How I've waited for this! Dreamed of it! Having a man's dick shoved up inside me like this!"

"Does it hurt?" Kitty breathed. Her fingers were rolling my balls, pressing them more tightly against Mary Lou's ass.

"It did!" the girl gasped. "It hurt like hell! Now, it feels so good I'm afraid to move!"

"Try, sugar!" I encouraged. "I'll hold still! Try wiggling that ass for me!"

I clamped my lips over hers and sucked her dancing tongue into my mouth. Her hips gave an experimental surge and it felt as if her pussy tried to swallow my entrenched prick. From base to head, the surrounding membranes flexed and shivered, seeming to crawl and nibble at every inch of my prong. Deep inside, where the head pressed her elevated cervix, the motion was magnified by the velvet explosions of her orgasm until the sensation was that of a super-heated mouth sucking at my glans. It took all my willpower to keep from blasting my own load into that steaming cunt.

Our lips parted and I pressed my cheek against hers, preparing for that pistoning which would tear my balls out with its goodness.

"Do it slow!" she gasped. "Do it slow!"

"Ahhhhhhhh!" Her strangled cry accompanied the frictioning of my cock as it slid back through the clenching vagina, reawakening every nerve and sending her ass into a frantic weaving which only increased the delicious contact until I reached the point where her encircling labia gripped my shaft just behind the flaring head.

"Uuuuggggghhhhhh!" Her whole body jerked and trembled as I drove into her with a swift thrust, plunging into the juicy cunt until my balls slapped her ass and my belly was jammed against hers.

She repeated the wordless cries for the first dozen strokes. "Ahhhhh!" as I pulled back and "Uuuuggghhh!" as I shoved the entire nine inches into her writhing belly.

Then there was only the gurgling and panting as her fluid hips answered mine with instinctive hunching, her cunt expanding to admit me and contracting to increase the friction of my withdrawal.

"You know what this is, baby?" I breathed against her ear.

"Fucking!" she breathed back. "Goddamn! It's good!"

In spite of the overpowering desire that made my ass pound up and down with ever increasing speed, I managed to gasp: "Can I come in you?"

"Yesssss!" she panted, working her ass harder and screwing that deliciously hot tightness about my pistoning cock. "Shoot my pussy full!"

There were no more words. Only the sounds of our labored gasps and groans as I rammed my prick in and out of that juicy slit, plunging full length into her convulsing snatch and sliding out until only the head was gripped by the greedy lips. Faster and faster, our bellies plopping and her pussy squishing with the rapid sliding of the hard shaft through the froth-rimmed lips.

My semen surged and boiled, threatening to burst my balls in that lengthening moment before I felt the unbearable ecstasy of release.

"Ohhhhh! Goddd!" she yelled her cunt churning and writhing as my sperm shot into her belly in repeated volleys, my cock jerking and jabbing against her convulsing womb.

"Uuuhhh! UUuuhhh! Uuuhhh!" Each cry accompanied by a savage upward thrust of her wriggling ass, the lips of her pussy clenching about the base of my cock and the vagina squeezing the nine-inch length as if to draw still more of the hot cream into her avid depths.

It was Kitty's excited voice that overrode our noisy panting. "Mary Lou! You have been fucked! F-U-C-K-E-D!"

"Who you tellin', girl?" Mary Lou gasped weakly. "I didn't know it was gonna be like that!" Her pussy tightened about my slowly diminishing cock. "If it had been any better, I would have died! Just plain old died!"

She held my eyes with hers, raising her hands to hold my face in position above hers. "Was it good for you, Steve?"

"Honey," I grinned, "if I had to pay for it, I couldn't afford it! You fuck like a female tiger!"

"Did I work it the right way?" she asked. She was, quite serious about it and I didn't know how to explain that anything she did with that overheated little cunt would be delightful.

"Perfect!" was all I could say, easing my cock out of that juicy slit and sitting up on the side of the bed opposite Kitty. She had two fingers busy inside her cunt and they were both glistening with her juices as she worked them in and out, her eyes closed and her lips working in the approach of another climax.

Mary Lou took one look at the oozing blonde cunt and scrambled off the bed, dragging Kitty onto the rug and forcing her back, spreading the slender thighs and burying her face between them.

Kitty's cry of pleasure was accompanied by the wet slurping of Mary Lou's hungry mouth and Kitty's hands seized the Afro hairdo and pushed the girl's head deeper into the juicy crotch. Mary Lou willingly eased her arms beneath the elevated legs and drew them up until the dainty ankles rested on her hunched shoulders and her hands could fondle the wriggling ass of the whimpering blonde.

I sat there admiring the show for several enjoyable minutes, then padded off to a shower, fresh shirt and slacks and a date with the Underwood. I was several pages behind, but it was easy to transfer the events of the past hour to paper, making my fictional characters perform the same delightful antics we had just enacted. I knocked off ten pages before I heard the shower and the girls' youthful giggling.

Kitty and Mary Lou prepared dinner, making me feel like a modern day sultan as they refused to permit me to do anything for myself. After the meal, I settled back in my favorite chair and scanned the evening paper while they did the dishes.

The telephone pulled me away from the sports page and I heard Lena's sultry voice demanding to know if I had taken her sister to bed yet. Her tone implied that she hoped the answer was affirmative, but I avoided it.

"Why don't you talk to her?" I suggested.

"Steve Grammer!" she blazed. "That girl needs screwing!"

I waved Mary Lou to take the phone and watched her face break into a mischievous smile as she listened. She gave me a broad wink.

"What am I supposed to do, sis?" she demanded. "I can't make him do it to me! I rubbed it all over him!"

The noise from the receiver was audible from four feet away and Mary Lou collapsed in laughter. Finally, she regained her voice.

"Sis," she told Lena, "your little sister has been fucked upside down and backward! You told me what he had, but it was better than anything I ever heard about!"

They went into a more serious conversation and Kitty came over to perch on the arm of my chair, pressing her right breast against my cheek.

"What are we gonna do about me?" she asked softly. "I get so hot I can't stand it. But I'm still afraid of letting you stick that big thing in me."

I patted her leg, letting my hand linger on the softness of her thigh. "Don't rush it," I whispered. "When you want it badly enough, you'll take it."

She parted her lips against mine, sliding down onto my lap and capturing the swell of my cock with those warm yielding buttocks. I dipped my hand inside her blouse and palmed a firm breast, squeezing the nipple into a quivering stiffness.

"Hey!" Mary Lou cried teasingly, planting hands on flaring hips and placing her feet wide apart. In the tight shorts, the position strained the cloth about her plump little cunt and my cock reared throbbingly against Kitty's tail.

"Lena's got everything all fixed up," she announced. "We can leave early tomorrow morning. She wants to know if you can drive me to Aston."

I reached for the phone and assured Lena of our cooperation. She had her movements well planned. Aston was fifty miles away and from there she and Mary Lou could travel without fear of the two-footed bloodhounds she suspected were already on the trail. We agreed on time and place and she added a final comment.

"I'm glad Mary Lou made it with you first, Steve. I've been afraid some son of a bitch would throw it to her and make her hate it from then on. It sounds crazy to say 'thanks for screwing my kid sister', but I'm gonna say it. Thanks, love."

"Would you hang up on me," I chuckled, "if I said it was a real pleasure?"

"See you in the morning, bastard!" she laughed.

I cradled the phone and Kitty squirmed suggestively in my lap. "How would you like to have a drink?" she asked.

Mary Lou prepared three potent mixtures and switched on the stereo. Kitty shot her an impish grin.

"That's what got me into trouble," she said. "I started doing an innocent little dance and this sexcrazed monster attacked me."

"Innocent, my ass!" I growled. "That was an invitation to rape."

"How would you like to see me dance?" Mary Lou demanded, giving her shoulders a little shake that set the big tits to shivering inside the insignificant halter.

"Why don't we both dance for him?" Kitty suggested.

There was a brief discussion which ended with the girls going into the bedroom to prepare themselves, while I stripped off my clothes and settled back on the couch with a freshened drink.

They had evidently planned the music in advance, for just as another record swished down the spindle of the stereo, they made their entrance and my cock began swelling with the first look.

They had found a couple of my knit sportshirts, one white and one black. The way the elastic material clung to those undulating curves told me there wasn't a thing beneath the shirts but young girl flesh.

The shirts clung to their wriggling hips and strained delightfully across the bobbing mounds of their luscious breasts, the nipples outlined in bold swellings. Even the dainty indentations of their cute navels were clearly visible.

The only pattern to their dance was shaped by desire, translated by the writhing bodies into movements which brought my prick into an elongated strut within seconds, the head rising to throb against my belly as I watched the erotic scene unfold.

Kitty settled into a pelvic gyration which resembled a hula, but contained more bumps, each one shoving that plump little cunt forward until it shaped the shirt into a distinct mound where the quivering, widespread thighs converged.

Mary Lou dedicated her talents to a more suggestive series of writhings that began at the ankles and ended with a savage shake of the voluptuous breasts.

For several minutes, they concentrated on working every muscle in individual contortions. Then, facing each other, they began pulling the clinging shirts upward, exposing the two delicious cunts, moving closer and arching their torsos backward. I watched with suddenly dry mouth as the dark hair and the blonde hair brushed in the slow, sensuous grinding of their mobile hips.

Then, the shirts came off and the two bodies locked, dark against light, nipples rubbing and bellies pressing. They kissed, their hands fluttering up and down the enticing curves, the rounded buttocks tensing with soaring passion. My own had already soared beyond measurement and the head of my cock was wet with oozing jism.

They approached me, hips swaying and narrow slits winking moistly from the silken triangles. Mary Lou dropped to her knees between my legs, forcing them apart, and Kitty knelt at my left, four warm hands reaching for my nine-inch prick.

Mary Lou leaned forward and I scooted down on the couch, giving her access to my big balls. Her warm breath bathed them and I gave a muted groan, begging for the touch of her tongue. She grinned up at me.

"Why don't you lie down on the rug?" she whispered. "We may not be experts, but I think we can give you a pretty good workout."

"Workout?" I asked stupidly. Kitty was giving the tip of my prick a series of little butterfly kisses and it was difficult to think straight.

"Around the world!" Mary Lou explained, flicking the tip of her tongue against my scrotum. "All the way around!"

Urged by their hands and arms, I slid down to the floor, lying back and spreading my legs in complete surrender to these two avid nymphettes.

"You start at the top," Mary Lou instructed Kitty. "We'll meet at the flagpole!"

Kneeling back of my head, Kitty began kissing my forehead, licking wetly at my closed eyelids and finally covering my lips with hers, boring her tongue deep into my willing mouth.

Mary Lou was licking between my toes, pausing when she reached the big one to draw it into her mouth and suck it with furious lashings of her hot tongue.

Kitty moved lower and her lips traveled down my neck, reaching for the tiny circles of my breasts. Her own inviting tits swung just above my face and I licked at the distended nipples, drawing one into my mouth for a delicious tonguing that made her groan with pleasure.

I was lost in a swirling mist of passion. My mouth devoured whatever portion of sweet flesh was available and my hips lurched in involuntary hunchings as Mary Lou reached the delicate surface of my inner thighs and Kitty's tongue circled my navel, dipping into it with wet probings.

"Pull his legs up, honey!" Mary Lou murmured. "I want plenty of room!"

I cooperated as Kitty gripped my ankles and drew my legs back until I was doubled, my ass lifted and my cock within reach of her searching lips. With a nasal whimper, she fitted her mouth about my prick and began sucking, circling her tongue about the swollen tip and moving her head in a slow bobbing that nearly drove me wild.

By tilting my head backward just a trifle, I could reach her inviting cunt, and she spread her legs as my tongue slid through the silk-fringed trough and bored into the delicious slit.

Mary Lou bathed my balls with saliva, then licked downward until her tongue was teasing my asshole. For a moment, she seemed to hesitate. Then, my hips bucked as she stiffened her tongue and forced it into the puckered circle.

Every nerve in my body screamed with the double ecstasy of their combined oral caresses. Kitty was mouth-fucking me with noisy slurpings and Mary Lou was running her tongue in and out of my ass with little whimpers of enjoyment. I was eating Kitty's tasty snatch with thrusts of my tongue that made it ache with strain. Her juices filled my mouth and I swallowed with eager gulps, drawing the pulsating tissue into my mouth.

They had already agreed on their next move and all I could do was moan my protest when their mouths deserted me and Kitty withdrew that delicious cunt from my cream-smeared lips.

Then Mary Lou was on her back, those lovely legs wide and lifted, and Kitty was urging me onto the inviting nakedness, steering my throbbing prick into the slippery lips of the hot cunt.

"Oooohhhhgggooodddaammmnnn!"

The dusky curves jerked and wiggled as I shoved, driving my cock into the tight channel of her pussy with one delightful stroke, spreading the vaginal walls into a shuddering embrace until my pubic bone rammed her taut clitoral bud and my balls squeezed against her wiggling ass.

I gave her no time for protest beyond that first cry. My hips rose and fell between her clamping thighs, powering my engorged shaft in and out of that juicy, torrid, clutching cunt, fucking her with a rhythmic stroking that brought her to a churning climax within seconds.

Her juices gurgled out to coat my balls and my cock made a noisy, wet, sucking sound as it bored in and out. Her ass twisted and bucked, working the gripping lips of her pussy up and down my prick while the vaginal muscles flexed and shuddered as the head rammed repeatedly against the sucking mouth of her excited womb.

Her legs scissored my arching waist as I fucked her, slamming my belly against hers and mashing those big tits with my heaving chest. I was reaching for a come that would probably unravel my spine and I tried to cram even my balls into her tight pussy.

I felt Kitty straddle my pumping ass in her excitement and need, pressing her hot-nippled tits against my back and rubbing the much hotter wetness of her dripping cunt against my pounding buttocks.

Mary Lou tried to adjust her legs and Kitty grabbed the slender ankles, pushing them up and out until the girl was bent into a helpless target for my driving cock. Her hands gripped beyond my straining shoulders, catching Kitty's writhing flesh and pulling us both down upon her writhing body.

"Fuck me!" she gurgled, her head rolling on the rug in a constant reaction to the rhythmic thrust and withdrawal of my rampant prick. "Oh God! I can't stand it! It's too good!"

She couldn't do much with her hips because of Kitty's determined grip on her legs, but she was using every muscle in that hot little cunt, squeezing and undulating the vaginal walls about me as I stroked in and out with gathering speed.

Kitty had managed to work her own eager snatch into position against one cheek of my ass and was rubbing the enflamed lips with little cries of rapture, smearing the slippery juices over my bottom as I panted and grunted with ever increasing pleasure.

"Uuuuuhhhhhh!" Mary Lou screamed when my cock jerked with the first ecstatic volley of my hot come and her pussy became a sucking mouth that convulsed in perfect harmony with the delicious spurtings of thick semen. "Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!" Each cry wrenched from her straining lips by another savage thrust of my prick into her climaxing cunt.

I mounted her again, long after Kitty was asleep. The three of us were in Kitty's bed and Mary Lou happily rolled onto her belly, presenting that luscious ass to my renewed hardness, whimpering and clutching at the pillow until my cock was fully hilted in the sweet tightness of her young ass.

There was no hurry this time. Again and again, I fucked that undulating channel until I was almost ready to come, pausing with quivering hips until I could begin pumping it to her once more.

With soft, urgent whispers she encouraged me to make it last, begging me to drive my engorged phallus even deeper into that quivering anal grip.

When I finally exploded, pouring my load into her spasming intestine, we rolled onto our sides and I fell asleep with my prick still planted in her sphincteral grip.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Kitty and I delivered Mary Lou to the waiting Lena and watched them drive away, smiling and waving. At the last minute, Mary Lou had given me a long kiss and reminded me that she wanted a return engagement with the instrument of her defloration. I promised it would be available whenever we could arrange it and Lena suggested that we make it a threesome, an idea to which I offered no objections.

"I'm glad you're not a bigot," Kitty commented, settling back in the car seat and watching her skirt slide high on the sleek beauty of her thighs. "I wish Mary Lou was my sister."

"Why don't I just adopt the two of you?" I laughed. "I'm sure the court would agree, once we demonstrated our sexual affinity."

Having skipped breakfast, we made up for it by stopping at a sprawling motel with an inviting restaurant where a miniskirted waitress accepted our orders and gave me a suspicious glare.

"She thinks I'm a dirty old man," I said to Kitty after the girl had switched her attractive bottom toward the kitchen. "I've brought you here to take advantage of your innocence and purity."

Kitty suppressed a giggle. "The truth is, I'm a dirty young girl who is trying her damnedest to lose her innocence!" She leaned over the table, her eyes narrowed. "Why don't you just rape me, Uncle Steve?"

"Rape you?"

"You'd be doing me a favor," she nodded solemnly. "You can't realize how awful it is to want something so much, yet be afraid of actually doing it."

I shook my head vigorously. "It might spoil everything. A girl should be perfectly willing the first time."

"I am willing, damn it!" she exclaimed. "I'm just scared!"

Our food arrived and we ate in comparative silence, aware of the sudden tension that had erupted between us. Over coffee, I made a suggestion.

"Why don't we spend the day here?" I asked. "That swimming pool looked very inviting. We could pick up a couple of suits, spend the night and drive back in the morning."

She brightened almost immediately. I gave her a couple of twenties and sent her off to the little sports shop near the office and I signaled the waitress for another coffee.

She waggled over and tipped the glass pot over my cup, making sure her thigh made firm contact with my elbow. She shook her auburn waves in a chiding gesture.

"Why don't you pick on somebody your own age?" she demanded quietly. For the first time I noticed that the uniform covered an outstanding pair of breasts obviously un-brassiered.

"Somebody like you?" I asked, rubbing my elbow against the warm firmness of that bold thigh. She countered by moving her hips and, for one delightful moment I was pressing the hollow just below her crotch. She pretended to fuss with the items on the table but her face was flushed with excitement.

"I go off duty in twenty minutes," she said hurriedly. "But I room here."

"We'll be in the pool," I told her. "Why don't you join us? We might have some fun."

Her brown eyes met mine in a direct challenge. "Are you afraid of variety?"

I gave her a tight smile. "Baby," I drawled, "I live on spice."

She made a production out of walking away, the buttocks twitching an invitation that made my cock start growing at the prospect of a new acquaintance. I wasn't sure how Kitty would react to the idea. But, since she hadn't objected to anything else I had suggested, I figured she would accept this one with equal willingness.

The waitress managed another quick stop at my table. "My name is Wilma," she whispered. "Wilma Bartlett."

"Steve," I responded. "Steve Grammer."

"Who's the blonde?"

"Believe it or not," I countered, "she's my niece. But, she's a very understanding her girl. You'll like."

Wilma's eyes narrowed. "I like her already, if you know what I mean."

I held her gaze. "You swing both ways?"

"Like a pendulum!" she smiled, wiggling away again. I sat there digesting the information. The day seemed suddenly full of promise. Even the coffee tasted better.

Kitty came back with a loosely held bag and slipped into the chair opposite me, grinning happily. I nodded toward the package.

"I'll bet you ended up with two stamps and a band-aid!"

"Almost!" she giggled. "I saw you talking with that waitress."

"She has her eye on you," I informed her. "Do you mind?"

The blonde hair swirled in a quick wagging. "Not if you don't! Is she gonna let you…?"

"Don't worry about Uncle Steve," I answered. "One of you can take care of me."

We made our way to the cashier's cage and I paid the check. Then I registered at the desk and picked up the key while Kitty waited in the car.

Once inside the luxuriously furnished room, she threw her arms about my neck and gave me a juicy kiss that sent my blood pressure up several notches. Then she threw my newly purchased trunks onto the bed, grabbed the bag and disappeared into the bathroom.

I stripped to the buff and stepped into the snugfitting trunks, noting that my cock and balls were vividly outlined by the tight fit. What the hell! Maybe the sight would get Wilma more steamed up than she already was.

Kitty came slinking out of the bath and I gave a low whistle of admiration. The narrow cups of the halter just captured the prominent nipples of her creamy breasts and the skimpy bikini dipped dangerously close to the pouting mound of her cunt, permitting a few stray blonde curls to peep over the curving band.

She turned about, displaying the rosy cheeks of her cute little ass, the vertical strip of the bikini hidden in the crease of her buttocks. The outfit was obscene… and beautiful!

"Like it?" she asked, staring at the growing lump of my crotch; "Is that your way of showing appreciation?"

"Wilma will eat you alive when she sees that out fit," I promised. "And if she doesn't, I will! You are absolutely delicious looking!"

She moved against me, encircling my waist with one arm and cupping my swelling cock with the other hand. "I wouldn't mind a little bite of that!" she whispered, opening her mouth for my kiss and spreading her legs as I ran my fingers along the cloth covered lips of her inviting pussy. Her tongue carried her honey taste car back in my throat as she moved against me, whimpering in mounting desire.

"Come on, baby," I said in a husky voice, when we came up for air. "The sooner we get better acquainted with Wilma, the sooner we can get on with what we're both thinking about."

She drew back, frowning slightly. "I'll be jealous," she admitted. "I want you to do it to me! But I'm still scared. I'll enjoy watching you screw her. But I'll be jealous!"

I swatted Kitty's rump toward the door and picked up the phone, asking for Room Service. I ordered a fifth of scotch and a bucket of ice, telling them to add it to my bill and leave it in the room. Then I followed Kitty out to the pool.

Wilma was already there, stretched out in a lounge chair chattering away with Kitty as though they had known each other for years. I took my time approaching, running my eyes up and down that gorgeous body.

The uniform had done a swell job of hiding all those mouth-watering curves. The only two features I had been sure of were the face and the breasts. The bikini she wore now, almost as daring as Kitty's, left nothing to the imagination.

Her breasts, even with the tightening effect of her position, were thrusting mounds of creamy invitation and the bronzed legs were sleek and lightly muscled, ready to wrap themselves about a man's hips and pull him into that high riding slit that was outlined by the clinging fabric.

She saw me and gave a wave of welcome, her eyes dropping to examine my trunks and widening in surprised pleasure. She made a remark to Kitty and I came into hearing distance just in time to hear the answer.

"Nine inches!"

Long lashes blinked at me and warm fingers brushed lightly upward along my naked thigh, drawing lazy circles with the sharp nails. Her voice was soft and laced with desire.

"Do you two really want to swim right now?"

I looked at Kitty and she blushed, refusing to meet my gaze.

"How about it, baby?" I demanded. "We've got the whole day ahead of us."

I saw Kitty's thighs tighten with desire. "Didn't you order something to drink?" she asked.

It was answer enough. I took Wilma's hand and she rose to her feet, hips swaying as the three of us made our way back to the room. I followed them inside and locked the door, leaning against it and feasting my eyes on the two lovely bodies.

Kitty wiggled over to the freshly arrived bottle and deftly placed three ice cubes in each of three glasses, then filled them to the brim with whiskey. Holding our drinks, we raised them in a joint salute before drinking. The scotch slid down like velvet, then exploded in a gentle heat wave somewhere in the vicinity of my navel.

With the directness of youth, Kitty asked, "How old are you, Wilma?"

"Nineteen," she answered easily. "And I'll guess you at sixteen."

"Close enough," Kitty grinned. "Did Uncle Steve tell you I was still a virgin?"

Wilma's mouth flew open. "You've got to be kidding! With a body like that?"

"It's only temporary," I interjected. "Kitty has a certain fear that she hasn't yet overcome. We're working on it."

"I hope you're not afraid of anything else," Wilma said hopefully, her eyes drifting down to the bulge of Kitty's cunt.

"Don't mind me, girls," I said, dropping into a convenient chair. "You might as well get out of those damn suits. You're both dying to!"

Wilma walked over and plunked her drink down on the floor beside my chair, then lowered her delightfully curved rear onto my lap, squeezing her big tits against me and shoving her wet mouth over mine.

Kitty was in for a treat! I found that out when Wilma turned the voltage up on the kiss. Her lips moved in a continuous massage and her tongue managed to be everywhere at once, dancing between my teeth and probing like a curious eel. While my hand slipped the halter down and fondled a firmnippled tit, I decided that she would also deliver one hell of a blow job if she wrapped those lips about my cock.

When we finally pulled apart, she was panting and she welcomed the pressure of my lips on the aroused nipple. I nibbled with my teeth and polished the spongy tip with swift flicks of my tongue until she moaned and spread her thighs for the fingers that crept upward toward her waiting mound.

Kitty had used the time wisely, stripping off the swim suit and sitting on the edge of the bed watching our amatory pursuits. Gently, I urged Wilma upward.

"Let me watch," I said quietly. "For a while."

She stood looking down at me, unfastening the halter and baring both breasts, bold and high, the nipples dark and tilted. "You're not gonna chicken out!" she said softly. I shook my head.

"Honey!" I promised. "I'm gonna fuck you silly!"

She turned toward the bed, drinking in the beauty of Kitty's nakedness, her eyes staring hungrily at the narrow crease of the silk-fringed pussy. Slowly, as if moving to some unheard musical beat, she slipped the bikini down and gave me a delightful view of her trim ass, the cheeks high and firm, the thighs quivering only slightly as she stepped out of the flimsy garment and stood motionless, waiting for our comment.

"Wow!" was Kitty's hissed exclamation. "Will you look at that!"

Wilma turned toward me, the big tits shivering as she twisted her torso first, then pivoted the flaring hips to bring the bushy triangle of her cunt into view, spreading her legs to part the lips of that inviting valley.

"Christ!" I whispered. I had heard of such things and written about them, but this was my first encounter with the actuality. From the membranous trough, just above her vaginal lips, her clitoris thrust outward like a miniature prick, an engorged finger of swollen flesh I estimated at more than two inches in length and thicker than my thumb.

With the preputial fold drawn back to expose the throbbing tip, its expanded girth needing only that tiny slit to complete its resemblance to a stiffened cock, the clitoris rose and fell with the internal flexing of the girl's aroused cunt.

She turned those narrowed eyes to Kitty. "Think you can handle this, honey?" she whispered, sliding her hand upward along one smooth thigh until her forefinger could flick gently at the thrusting organ.

Kitty's face was a mask of indecision, her lips working with a mixture of desire and fear, the dainty tongue circling in a slow moistening. Her thighs moved together, closing the gateway into that delicious little pussy, quivered and parted again. She held out her arms and gave a little gasp, lowering her torso onto the bed as Wilma approached her.

"Get up on the bed, honey," Wilma instructed. "And let's put a couple of pillows under that sweet little bottom." She waited as Kitty moved eagerly to the center of the bed, tugging the pillows down and elevating her hips as she stuffed the fluffy rectangles beneath her, lifting the virginal slit into an inviting position.

I expected Wilma to mount her immediately. Instead, she climbed into a voluptuous crouch between Kitty's knees, lowering her face to that delectable crotch and running her tongue from bottom to top of the plump-lipped groove, causing Kitty's thighs to quiver and her face to contort with desire.

"Oh, yes!" Kitty groaned, gripping the bed with outstretched hands. "Lick me! Lick my pussy! Your tongue feels so good!"

Wilma didn't seem to need the encouragement. Her tongue raced up and down, waggling from side to side and boring into the membranous cuntal lips before proceeding upward to lash the protruding button of the girl's engorged clitoris. Compared to Wilma's, Kitty's clit was almost nonexistent, but the flicking of that hot tongue across its reddened tip sent her ass into a furious writhing that crushed her cunt against Wilma's hungry mouth.

Watching Wilma eat that delicious young pussy was causing my cock to rear painfully inside the swim trunks, and I relinquished my drink long enough to strip them off, letting the swollen prong swing free, its head already wet with slippery fluid. I gulped down the remaining whiskey and walked over to the bed, settling my bottom alongside Kitty's blonde head and listening to Wilma's noisy slurpings as she sucked and tongued the tasty cunt.

"Feel good, baby?" I asked softly and the long lashed eyes blinked open to stare at my cock.

"Oh, God! Yes!" she whimpered. Her ass jerked as Wilma made a series of rapid thrusts with her skillful tongue. She moved her head suggestively. "Let me suck it, Uncle Steve! Please!"

It was tempting. But I had another idea. I shifted my hips and gripped my cock with one hand, guiding it within reach of those moist red lips.

She opened her mouth wide, expecting me to insert the head, and her tongue poised, wet and glistening. Instead, I drew the tip through the widened membranes, letting her lick the slippery tip before withdrawing it to squeeze another blob of the clear semen from the reddened slit.

She closed her mouth, savoring the taste of my prick and swallowing the mixture of saliva and jism, then pursed her lips invitingly as I repeated the gesture, rubbing the head against her thrusting tongue and feeling the soft lips nibble at the sensitive glans. She whimpered her desire and pleasure and I milked another pearly drop of fluid upward with a movement of my encircling fingers, watching her eyes close in sensual abandon as she claimed it.

Wilma raised her lovely face, her lips smeared with the copious fluids she had drawn from Kitty's pussy. She stared wide-eyed at my cock, her tongue licking slowly and excitingly, like a child gathering the frosting from a spoon.

"You're a real stud!" she whispered. "There's enough there for both of us to suck!"

She moved upward, making sure that the nipple of one breast dragged through Kitty's slit, making the girl's ass quiver in response. I touched her shoulder.

"Let me see that!" I urged. "Do it again!"

Willingly, she balanced herself with one hand and used the other to manipulate the big tit until the swollen nipple sank into the slippery lips of Kitty's pussy. Then she moved it in a slow circling, rubbing the spongy finger against the nerve laden flesh until Kitty was moaning with excitement and pushing her ass even higher.

"You're gonna… make… me… come!" she wailed.

"That's the idea, honey!" Wilma assured her, pressing the nipple more firmly into the writhing slit and using one finger to massage the throbbing clitoris. "Come for Wilma!"

Kitty's whole body convulsed with the forceful spasms of her climax and the juicy membranes shivered and tightened about the caressing nipple as Wilma moved it with consummate skill, waiting until the writhing ass relaxed before withdrawing it, wet and glistening with the girl's juices.

"You enjoyed that," I said, staring into Wilma's narrowed eyes. "Didn't you?"

"Honey," she answered huskily. "I enjoy it any way it can be done."

She moved upward, suspending her voluptuous nakedness above Kitty's arched body, the quivering spear of her enlarged clitoris aimed directly at the cream-slickened lips of the girl's pussy. Slowly, almost reverently, she lowered her magnificent hips, inserting the miniature cock between the quivering folds.

Kitty's legs stiffened and she gasped, her thighs clamping Wilma's hips and her hands flashing to grip the resilient mounds of the hovering breasts, pushing upward as she felt the engorged organ penetrate her aroused cunt.

"Noooooo!" she wailed. Then her cry was cut short by Wilma's mouth fastening over the parted lips. The older girl's buttocks tightened and she forced the pulsating clitoris into the clenching resistance, boring with a determined grinding of her ass that wormed the hot stiffness about between the sensitive labial folds.

Kitty's hands withdrew from between their bodies and went about Wilma's neck. Her legs climbed slowly upward to twine about the undulating waist and her ass screwed in a slow, sensuous circling, working her pussy about the throbbing insertion.

With my cock thumping against my belly in excitement, I moved down to where I could see between Wilma's legs, past the dripping jaws of her own cunt, to watch that improbable clitoris slide in and out of Kitty's spasming slit.

So far as Kitty was concerned, she was being fucked. Wilma's clit was thick enough to friction those labial nerves with every stroke and long enough to provide that delicious sliding with which her ass was cooperating by grinding the assaulted pussy about its pistoning visitor.

I could only imagine Wilma's enjoyment. To some extent, the clitoris is comparable to the male cock, but it is infinitely more sensitive, particularly in those women who are uninhibited by convention. The almost convulsive movement of Wilma's body as she pumped in and out of Kitty's pussy told me she was receiving a thrill similar to that I felt just before orgasm, when my prick was ramming, hard and fast, through the spasming heat and wetness of a responsive cunt.

I scrambled back to my original position and got their attention by rubbing the head of my cock against their cheeks. They broke that torrid kiss and their heads rolled toward me, two wet-lipped mouths offering targets for my phallic spear. I pressed the throbbing glans into the exact center, feeling both tongues lave me with exciting licking and both pairs of warm lips close about me, moving in a caressing that wrenched a groan of pleasure from my own straining lips.

Either one of them would have sucked me off, or I could have let them share the rapidly building load by simply blasting it into their mouths as they joined about the head of my prick. But I wanted to plunge the pulsating shaft into something that would surround it completely and tightly. It was more than the orgasm I sought. I wanted to fuck!

Quickly, panting with urgency, I drew my saliva coated cock from their oral embrace and moved to a kneeling position between Wilma's flexing thighs, increasing their angle by spreading my knees against hers.

Beneath me, moving with the continued pumping of her hips, two inviting targets presented themselves. Between the flawless cheeks of her bottom, the tiny brown circlet of her ass winked at my throbbing cock. Farther down, its lips parted by the angle of her shapely legs, her pussy quivered with the tugging of that pistoning clitoris.

Wilma felt my hips descend and she buried the engorged finger in Kitty's slit, bracing herself for my entry. I inserted the swollen head between the cream slickened labia and forced the thick shaft into her cunt.

"Uuuunnnnnhhhhh!" she moaned, her body straining as my prick bored through the clenching vaginal walls, stretching them into a dancing circle of hot wetness, driving deeper and deeper into the delicious depths.

My entry had expanded her clitoris still more and was tugging it against Kitty's vaginal entrance, increasing her pleasure until she gave a choked cry and screwed her ass up in a fluttering circling of ecstatic climax just as I hilted my cock in Wilma and my heavy balls pressed their warm globes against Kitty's ass.

I held my prick, planted in that tight embrace, feeling it convulse about me as Wilma responded to Kitty's cuntal spasms about her inserted clitoris, and I had to fight my own urge to spill my boiling load into that delightful pussy.

"Damn!" Wilma groaned, when Kitty's spasms finally subsided. "You're big!" She flexed her vagina about my cock as if to accent her compliment and I rewarded her by jabbing the head against her womb, making her grunt and forcing her clit a little deeper into Kitty's slit.

Over Wilma's shoulder, Kitty's perspiring face stared up into mine, her lips twisting in passionate response to the sensations flooding her young body.

"I can feel you, too!" she whispered wildly. "Ohhhhhhh! It's so good!"

It was all I needed to unleash the savage need that clenched my guts into a knot of demanding passion. My hips raised, dragging my engorged cock back through the slippery tissues of Wilma's cunt, making her ass jerk and writhe as the waves of mounting pleasure washed through her belly. My movement pulled the clitoris upward and Kitty moaned her own delight as the new caress of her hungry vaginal lips.

I settled down to a steady rhythm, driving in and out of Wilma's juicy orifice with full length strokes, pumping the prick to her with powerful thrusts, each one sliding her swollen clitoris through Kitty's excited grip and causing the girl's ass to jerk and quiver beneath us.

Wilma was able to move her hips only slightly, for she was determined to keep her clit in Kitty's cunt. But she was free to exercise those vaginal muscles and she used them to massage my cock as it slid in and out, probing her torrid depths with each forceful shove.

Kitty came again, crying out in her ecstasy and wriggling her ass to increase the contact of exploding cunt and sliding clitoris. The tightening of her pussy brought Wilma to a groaning, whimpering peak and I fucked her with savage thrusts until my own pleasure ignited the bomb of my orgasm and my semen spurted deep in the shuddering, squeezing channel of her climaxing cunt.

A little later, with a fresh round of drinks, we relaxed and discussed the unprecedented union. Kitty was still a little awkward, but willingly admitted that she had never experienced such a powerful orgasm as Wilma's clit had evoked. She looked at me apologetically as she said it. Wilma saw the glance and filled the conversational gap.

"That's only natural, honey. I've done it with a lot of girls who have never been with a man. They get their kicks by letting another girl eat them. But once I slide my clit in there, they really go ape!"

Kitty blushed, but forced her answer out. "I wanted you to go deeper!"

"Wait till Steve works on you, honey," Wilma grinned. "He'll give you all you want!"

"If I just wasn't so scared!" Kitty complained. "I knew you couldn't go past a certain point. But Uncle Steve's thing is so long!"

I reached over and patted her thigh. "Stop worrying about it, baby," I said gently. "We'll figure out some way."

Wilma polished off her drink and stretched out on the rug, on her stomach, leaning over my limp tool and blowing her warm breath against the still damp head.

"Careful!" I said teasingly. "You may start a fire!"

"That's the idea, honey," she grinned, flicking her tongue against the drooping head. Then, using the oral muscle as a shovel, she scooped my cock into her mouth and rolled it about in the warm bath of her saliva, curling her tongue in sliding caresses that brought me to a speedy erection which she sucked with noisy slurpings and rapid bobbings of her head.

She would have finished me off in that enjoyable manner, but I forced her upward by grabbing her delicately shaped ears and pulling her lips up my shaft until it escaped their vacuuming with a wet plopping sound.

Willingly, she let me tumble her onto her back and her long legs spread for my mounting, the enlarged clitoris throbbing above the inviting lips of her slippery cunt. My prick speared the waiting slit and I drove all nine inches into her with one powerful thrust, making her cry out and wrap those shapely legs about my waist as my pubic bone slammed down against the throbbing clit.

I slipped my arms beneath her and gripped her wriggling ass with both hands, lifting her cunt from the steady pistoning of my engorged cock, each stroke sawing that sensitive finger as I fucked her with grunting shoves, boring through the hot slimy tissues to jab the head of my prick against her excited womb, filling her until she moaned with the pressure and cried out with the ecstasy of that constant frictioning. It was over before either of us wanted it to end, and I shot my thick cream into the convulsing mouth of her exploding womb.

For perhaps the ten thousandth time in my life, I envied the ability of the female to copulate almost constantly, gliding from one climax to the next without appreciable pause. I sat nursing my drink and willing my flaccid cock into a new erection while Wilma humped her way to yet another ecstatic climax between Kitty's quivering, jerking thighs.

When she rolled off, panting with excitement and effort, I remarked about the physiological differences and she gave me an impish grin.

"I know a way to get it up in a hurry," she assured me. "If you'll cooperate."

"I'm noted for cooperation," I supplied. "And experimentation. What do I do?"

She issued instruction with a swiftness that betrayed her excitement and Kitty hastened to obey, eager to share in any activity which would bring on another series of vaginal spasms such as she had just enjoyed.

Kitty perched on the edge of the bed, her velvet thighs parted, and I knelt before her, grinning at the way she shoved her pussy forward as I leaned over to drag my tongue through the moist furrow. She grabbed my head and pushed my face against her crotch, urging me to drive my tongue into that pulsating slit, an act which I performed with an avid thrust that made her gasp with happiness.

The taste of her tart juices filled my mouth and I sucked the slippery folds between my teeth, nibbling their soft flesh as my tongue slithered in and out of the pulsating orifice.

I sensed Wilma behind me before I felt her soft lips on my back, trailing wet kisses downward until her mouth was pressing my buttocks, caressing and warm. Her hands parted the cheeks of my ass and she licked slowly through the anal crevice until her tongue was jabbing the striated circle of my asshole.

I arched my waist and shoved my rear up and back, inviting the thrust of that hot wet tongue, forcing my sphincter to relax as she pressed her greedy mouth more firmly about the anal opening. Then I was groaning my pleasure into Kitty's flexing pussy as the tongue bored through the constricted tissue and wriggled its tip inside the nerve-laced canal.

My own tongue danced inside Kitty's undulating vagina and I gulped the intoxicating juices my oral caresses extracted from that grinding sleeve. Her thighs clamped my ears, but I could still hear her frantic cries as she worked her way toward a spasming climax by rotating that delicious cunt against my busily sucking mouth.

Wilma's tongue fluttered and pistoned in my bottom, stroking through the sensitive lips with determined and knowing thrusts. Her mouth tightened its wet contact and I felt the indescribable ecstasy as she sucked me, knotting my guts with the ecstasy of that combined friction and hot vacuum.

Then, almost too quick for me to interpret the movement, she withdrew her probing tongue and shoved her extraordinary cunt against my tail. I felt the sweet hot thrill of entry as she inserted that miniature penis into the saliva slickened circle and shoved her clitoris up my ass.

Wilma's arms went about my waist and one hand wrapped warm fingers about my stiffening cock, stroking it in time with the slide of her engorged clit in and out of my clenching anus. Had she been any larger, the frictioning would have been almost painful, for she was hunching with a savagery that banged her soft belly against my buttocks and pressed the wet, rubbery lips of her cunt against my dangling balls. I flexed my sphincter about the driving clit, squeezing the delicate organ until she groaned with the pressure, her fist frigging my tool with steady pumping.

I was busily licking Kitty's deliciously flowing cunt, nibbling at her love bud and sucking the entire cuntal opening into my mouth, my hands clutching her writhing buttocks while she tugged at my hair, urging me to greater efforts as her pussy erupted in repeated climaxes.

Behind me, Wilma gave a gurgling gasp and shoved that throbbing finger into me as far as she could cram it. Instinctively, I squeezed and relaxed, squeezed and relaxed, adding to the ecstasy of her orgasm by the alternating pressure of my flexing anus about her engorged clit.

When I was certain her orgasmic shudders had ended, I forced myself free from Kitty's grip and pushed Wilma from her clinging position, feeling the softening clitoris slip from my ass with a slithering sensation. Tugging at her arm, I guided her until, she was seated beside Kitty, leaning over with her cheek resting on the girl's belly, her lips just above the silk-fringed slit.

Moving forward, I pressed the shaft of my cock against Kitty's juicy cunt, sliding the throbbing head upward and forward until it was claimed by Wilma's eager lips. She met the entering tip with flashing tongue, swirling the wet muscle about it before relaxing the barrier and letting me shove my rampant spear far back into her greedy mouth.

Her lips tightened and her cheeks hollowed, sucking me with a hunger that sent the hot thrills racing back through my balls as they rolled and rubbed through Kitty's slimy trench.

Four willing hands secured me, pressing my hardness and guiding it as I stroked in and out of Wilma's mouth, forcing the head of my prick over her tongue and sliding past the yielding softness of her palate.

She was an expert. Relaxing her throat, she took the head far back in that hot area where the tissues could grip it in slippery squeezings. Then, as I pulled it back, her tongue swirled and licked until I was groaning with the pleasure of her skillful mouthings.

Kitty was getting her share of the fun, for my cock was sliding back and forth over the delicate lips of her vagina, held tightly against them by their combined fingers.

"Suck it, baby!" I groaned, hunching faster. "I'm gonna shoot!"

Wilma's nasal whimper told me she was ready, but it was the increased suction that brought my semen spurting into her slurping mouth, caught by her flailing tongue before she gulped it down and drew my spitting cock far back in her throat where the convulsing muscles could drain the jerking hardness of the last delicious drop of thick sperm.

CHAPTER NINE

Friday afternoon found me crouched over my Underwood, tapping away at a colorful description of an oversexed old maid being thoroughly screwed by a well-hung Great Dane. As I typed, I could hear Kitty humming along with some fast-tempoed tune on the kitchen radio as she prepared dinner.

After the wild day and night with Wilma and her gigantic clitoris, we had limited our contact to a few kisses and one more hectic session in which she jacked me off while I licked her delightful cunt into a series of climaxes which left her weak and trembling.

The telephone jangled and she stuck her blonde head around the door to tell me someone named Jack wanted to talk with me.

"Loosen your jockstrap, buddy," Jack McPhail said after we had exchanged greetings. "Remember me telling you about Tammy?"

"Your nymphette cousin," I recalled. "What's the deal?"

"I can't shake Helen for a whole night," he explained. "But Tammy's agreed to meet us at six o'clock. We'll have a couple of hours. Can you make it?"

"Have you told her about me?" I demanded.

"I gave her a couple of your books, man," he laughed. "She's been climbing the wall ever since."

"I never like to disappoint a fan," I chuckled. I told him where we could meet and rang off. Then, giving Kitty a believable story to explain my mission, I showered and left off the usual shorts and undershirt as I donned a pair of slacks and a colorful sports shirt. If Tammy was as hot a number as Jack had indicated, I wanted to be ready for immediate action.

Jack's station wagon was waiting in the parking lot of the supermarket and he waved as I parked the Torino and hurried across to slide into the front seat beside a miniskirted bundle of voluptuous chocolate that wriggled itself against me with a flurry of bobbing breasts and sleek thighs. Her arms drew my face down and her moist lips sucked mine between them, a sweet-tasting tongue darting into my mouth to curve and twist until my cock responded by straining against the warmth of her caressing thigh.

Pulling out into the light traffic, Jack McPhail laughingly introduced us and Tammy let go of my tongue long enough to murmur a quick hello before clamping her mouth over mine again. One hand slipped down to explore my lap and squeeze the hardness she found there, her nostrils flaring with desire as she checked the length and thickness of my aroused cock. She tugged at my zipper, withdrawing her lips from mine.

"I gotta have some of that!" she whispered. "Right now!"

I grabbed her hand. "Hold it! You can wait a few minutes! People can see in here!"

"Fuck the people!" she groaned, leaning over to burrow her face in my crotch, nipping my cock through the trousers and blowing her moist warm breath against the pulsating head. I stifled a moan of desire.

"I warned you," Jack laughed. "This girl is cock crazy!"

Tammy caught one of my hands and guided it between those sleek dark thighs and my fingers felt the silk hairs of her hungry twat. Her hips lurched as I teased the damp lips, slowly insinuating one finger into the spasming lips and wiggling it about inside the churning vagina. Her mouth opened wide and covered the outlined head of my cock; trying to suck it through the cloth of my slacks.

"Hey!" I exclaimed, forcing her head up and hugging it against my chest. "Save it! If you want to eat prick, baby, I'll feed you all you can take! Just wait till we get somewhere private!"

"I want to suck it!" she whimpered, screwing her cunt against my finger and gripping my bulging shaft with eager squeezes. "I want to lick it till it's all hot and juicy! Then I want to eat it! I want it to spurt all that hot come in my mouth!" She made a wet, sucking sound. "Tammy's hungry for a big hard dick!"

Jack guided the station wagon off the highway onto a side road, following it for about a hundred yards before taking a sharp turn into what looked like a solid wall of high bushes. Beyond them, he whipped the vehicle about in a small clearing and cut the engine.

"This is completely private," he assured me. "Nobody can see the car and we can hear another car coming. It's safe."

Tammy was already unbuttoning my shirt, panting with excitement. I helped her, unbuckling my belt and sliding my slacks down and off to free the engorged shaft of my huge cock.

She exclaimed excitedly as the purple knob slapped upward against my belly. Her hands flashed, lifting the skirt and blouse and almost ripping them in her eagerness to bare her lovely body. Beside us, Jack was stripping, his own ebon dick a column of swollen lust.

Tammy was perfection in black. Her tits were high and firm, the nipples distended in desire and her dark cunt gleamed wetly from its thick triangle. She reached across my lap to open the door and scrambled past me to stand barefoot in the thick grass, urging me to turn in the seat until my legs were hanging outside the car and my cock was sticking almost straight up in hardened readiness.

Jack slid out of the seat and hurried around the car just as Tammy bent over and braced her hands on my naked thighs, shaping her full lips into a moist circle and reaching for the cock I held with nervous fingers. She made a little animal sound, fitting her mouth over the head of my prick and drawing it in to where her tongue could polish the tender tip, circling and swirling as her lips slid down the staff until the knob was pressed into the soft warm area just back of her palate.

Feeling Jack's hands on her hips, Tammy spread her shapely legs farther apart, welcoming the cock he slipped between her thighs, probing for the slippery lips of her young cunt. Her body tensed as he slid it up into the snug channel, and she tightened her mouth about my prick, beginning to suck in earnest.

A girl like Tammy, who really digs sex, seems to go a little crazy when she has two cocks to satisfy her desires. Not only was Tammy presented with a double order, but both Jack and I were quite well equipped, filling mouth and cunt as we settled down to the delightful task of giving the sensual creature the fucking she so obviously craved.

Jack McPhail was a study in passion as he hunched his flat belly against the girl's plump buttocks. I had seen him in action before, but never at such close range and in complete daylight. It added to my own excitement to watch the changing expression on his handsome face as he drove his engorged cock in and out of Tammy's juicy slit, his knees trembling with the force of his full length thrusts.

Once Tammy went to work on my tool, it was no longer necessary to hold it for her. The way her lips were gripping me insured that it wouldn't slip out of that hot wet mouth. My hands were free to guide her bobbing head, urging her to slower or faster action as my desire dictated. I was also provided with the opportunity of exploring the fit of her lips about my shaft, running my fingertips about the encircling flesh as it slid up and down, bathing my prick in her warm saliva and the more slippery seminal fluid she drew from me with her steady suction.

It was as if, for the moment, she was two persons. One was concentrating on shoving her ass back to receive the full pleasure of the pistoning cock Jack was stroking in and out of her convulsing pussy. The other was giving full and complete attention to the larger prick that strained her jaw with its throbbing bulk.

I gripped her head more firmly and began hunching up at the same time her lips slid down about my cock, urging her to take it farther back in her hot throat. I didn't try to force the issue. Tammy was enjoying herself and I didn't want to change her attitude. But, if she was willing, I wanted to shove my prick all the way.

She gave a little nasal whimper and accepted the pressure of my hands, relaxing her throat and letting the head of my cock slide between her tonsils, while her nose buried itself in my thick pubic hair and her chin pressed gently against my tightening balls. I held it there, waiting for the indescribable sensation as she swallowed and the muscles of her throat contracted about my sensitive glans in undulating caress.

Her tongue shaped itself into a wet curve, pressing upward against the bulging ventral ridge of my dick, trapping it in the delightful grip of rhythmic suction and welcoming the full length strokes with which I fucked that greedy mouth.

"Let's make it together!" Jack panted, wrapping both arms about the girl's slender waist and ramming it to her with furious thrusts that shoved her forward, her head pushing against my belly as the cock penetrated the recesses of her responsive cunt.

"Right on!" I grunted, hunching in and out of that sucking mouth with savage hunchings, holding Tammy's head up so she could use her wildly lashing tongue on the sliding head of my prick.

Tammy beat us by a few writhing, grunting seconds. Her whole body shivered with the powerful surges of pleasure and her knees buckled, forcing Jack to support her weight with his encircling arms. Since he was already in the short rows, he pulled her back, impaling her convulsing vagina on his jerking cock, and letting her screw the torrid sheath about his pole as he shot his load into her heaving belly.

Quickly, I wrapped the fingers of one hand about the base of my tool and used the other to hold Tammy's head positioned with the glans and too last two inches of prick straining her warm lips.

"Drink it!" I yelped, feeling the semen boil upward through the strutted shaft. My hand milked it and Tammy's mouth sucked with a heated vacuuming that drew my come out in powerful jets, spraying her swirling tongue and sliding down her gulping throat, punctuating her ecstatic whining with noisy swallows.

She knew exactly when to stop sucking and hold my prick with gentle pressure, moving her tongue cautiously over the tender head to send the last delicious shudders of pleasure racing through my well drained balls.

"Baby!" I panted. "You really know how to suck a cock!"

Her teeth gave me a gentle nip of appreciation for the compliment and her tongue reminded me that the evening was still young. Slowly and expertly, she brought me back to a throbbing stiffness while Jack took time out for a cigarette, watching her head bob and twist over my swelling cock.

"She's got a tight pussy," he said quietly. "But I got it all greased up for you."

When Tammy finally raised her head, she licked her lips and gave me a happy smile. "That's the biggest and best dick I ever went down on," she said hoarsely. "Man! With Jack pumpin' it to me and you massagin' my tonsils, I just about went over."

"Went over?" I asked stupidly.

"Fainted!" she explained. "Flipped! Wigged out!"

Jack was hauling a thick blanket from the back of the wagon and spreading it on the grass. Tammy plopped her fanny down on it and lay back, widening her legs and offering that narrow slit with a suggestive grinding of her mobile hips. I shook my head.

"How about you riding me?" I said. "I want to see your face when you've got nine inches of cock up your snatch!"

She giggled, rolling to one side and climbing to her knees. A trace of Jack's semen had escaped her tight-lipped cunt and was weaving a drunken pattern down the dark slope of her inner thigh. I took her place on the blanket, relaxing my buttocks in the embrace of the soft grass.

"Can you handle two at once?" I asked, eyeing the trickle of white cream and contemplating the juiciness of her vaginal chamber.

"I just did!" she answered brightly. Then, with a slight lowering of her brows, she caught my meaning, and her eyes flashed to the thrusting cock. Jack was stroking with lazy fingers, apparently willing to cooperate in anything we might suggest.

The frown shifted to a look of anticipation and her eyes swung back to survey the slightly curved column upon which she was about to impale that dripping cunt. She threw her right leg across my knees and rocked backward, resting her pliant buttocks on my ankles, her hands gripping the smooth roundness of her dark thighs. The red furrow of her pussy gaped through the damp curls of her pubic bush, slick and shiny with the seeping mixture of her previous union. She looked at Jack again.

"When I get that big thing in me," she said softly, "you ain't never gonna be able to get your dick in my tail. You better put it in first."

Jack gave her a grin of agreement and dropped to a kneeling position behind her, easing his cock between her thighs as she raised her hips cooperatively. The head pressed upward against the wet trough of her cunt.

"Better let me juice it up," Jack drawled, adjusting his angle and easing the black shaft into the webbed lips, folding them inward as he entered her with one determined shove.

Tammy's face contorted, the eyes squeezing shut as the cock filled her and Jack moved it in and out for several seconds while her fingers fluttered about his swaying balls.

"Jesus!" Jack hissed, giving her one last shove and grinding his belly against her rump. "You're hot in there!"

She didn't answer, for he was pulling his cock out of the clamping tissue and she was too busy enjoying the sensation of the sliding hardness through those aroused lips.

The slippery cock drew back past the taut perineum and Jack centered the head in the tiny circle of her anus, gripping the shaft as he began the task of entry into that resisting orifice.

Tammy's lips tightened against her white teeth and she gave a soft grunt, relaxing the sphincter to admit the probing knob of Jack's dick. The expression on his face told me that he was making progress and he transferred the hand from his cock to her narrow waist, pulling her back against him as his cock slid up into the hot grip of her ass.

I expected some comment from the girl, but she opened her eyes to stare down at my waiting prick, flicking her tongue across her upper lip in nervousness. Slowly, giving Jack the opportunity to move forward with her, she reached down with both hands and took hold of my prong, aiming the head at her descending slit.

The heat of her cunt bathed my glans and the deliciously tight wetness surrounded me, seeming to nibble its way downward as she forced the elastic tissues over the flared knob and drew me into the spasming grip of her vagina.

"Damn!" she breathed, her nostrils flaring and her lips working as if to lessen the strain. "Oh, Goddamn!"

"Christ!" Jack exclaimed, digging his fingers into her pliant waist. "I can feel your cock sliding in!"

I wasn't certain what I was feeling, aside from the incredible goodness of Tammy's enveloping pussy. Gritting her teeth and taking deep, shuddering breaths, she was forcing her cunt down over my cock like a skin-tight glove.

Halfway down the shaft, she paused, arching her neck to stare down at the thick trunk that stretched her vaginal lips into a strained circle of black hair. Her hands fingerwalked across my belly and fastened themselves about my lower rib cage. Slowly, she bent forward, and I felt the clinging tissues slide about my cock with her movement.

"Let me get a little!" Jack exclaimed and gave her a series of short jabs.

"Good God!" I gasped. The motion of his cock was like a vigorous massage along the ventral bulge of my insertion, and the sensation was so delightful that I shoved my hips upward in an effort to ram even deeper into that delicious slit. Only Tammy's braced arms stopped me.

"WAIT!" she cried. Then, when our cocks became motionless except for their constant throbbing, her voice dropped. "Give me a minute to get used to this! Jesus! It feels like I'm about to split wide open!"

"Want to stop?" I asked gently, touching one distended nipple with a forefinger forcing it back into the spongy breast.

"Like hell!" she grunted, sliding another inch of cunt over my cock. Her hips performed a slow circling that screwed the slippery membranes about my shaft and also worked her flexing anus about Jack's cock. "Just wait," she panted, "till I get it all in!"

She still had two inches to go when the head of my prick rammed the farthest recess of her well packed pussy. For a long moment, she remained motionless so far as her ebon hips were concerned. Only the straining muscles of her cunt continued their exciting rippling.

Slowly, biting her lower lip to suppress the cry that gurgled in her arched throat, Tammy drew her pussy upward, the vaginal walls sliding along my throbbing cock-like hot fingers, resisting with repeated clenchings the delightful retreat. Her movement drew her intestinal sleeve along Jack's entrenched tool and I felt its hot throbbing through the thin vaginal wall, a sensation that heightened my desire and increased the pleasure of Tammy's cuntal caress.

Then that grinding ass was descending again, more rapidly, the convulsing grip driving down until my glans became a battering ram that shoved her womb upward, increasing the capacity of her cunt and filling it with pulsating hardness.

Up again, gasping with the ecstasy of two cocks filling her belly and massaging every nerve in the two tender passageways into quivering demands.

She couldn't stop. Once her ass began that sensuous hunching she was helpless to resist the desire to fill and refill the hungry channels, and the delightful pumping became a rhythmic frictioning that slid lower and lower on my cock as her womb shifted upward.

Her cry of triumph was choked by the internal pressure as the lips of her cunt slammed against my pelvic bone and I felt the rolling heat of Jack's balls against mine. For one voluptuous minute she held us both, working her hips in a delicious circling that massaged every portion of her expanded corridors with throbbing prick.

I felt the delightful shudders of her climax ripple up and down my entrenched cock and the hot having of her juices as they bathed my prick and lubricated the spasming pussy for the frantic stroking which was yet to come.

Jack felt it, too. His face registered the pleasure of having her anal canal squeeze and relax about his tool in harmony with her vaginal convulsions.

"Tammy McPhail!" he groaned. "Your ass is beautiful!"

The statement was incongruous, for he delivered it with a tone of near worship. Yet, strangely, neither of us found it anything but truthful. This beautiful creature, with her belly straining to contain our enormous cocks, represented all that was wonderful and lovely in that long suppressed world of sexual abandonment. Her soft moans reflected the passionate cries of all females since the dawn of time whose bodies had responded to the deep throbbing pressure of the phallic God.

She began the ride with slow, full length slides, each one a greedy suction that pulled upward along my throbbing lance until I was afraid the delicious contact would be broken. Then, with a swift intake of breath, the slippery heat shoved down and my prick was enveloped in the undulating vaginal grip.

Jack had established a counter-rhythm by hunching his own cock in and out of her clenching ass. The result was an ecstasy magnified beyond description as each of us felt the sweet pressure of our cockheads sliding against each other with each stroke, their pulsing knobs separated by only the quivering membrane that yielded to the constant motion.

Our grunts and groans blended with the slap of flesh on flesh and the liquid gurgle of juicy tissue in constant sliding. Tammy's ass rose and fell, riding my prick with a mounting hunger that could be satisfied only by the flood of semen that was already boiling in my heavy balls.

Jack's hands clasped her firm breasts for leverage as he pumped in and out of her rear, and my fingers tugged and twisted the distended nipples as I shoved my ass up to meet the downward engulfment of her dripping cunt.

"Fuck!" Tammy hissed, her fingers clawing at my chest as she humped faster and faster, jabbing the depths of her pussy against my cock head with short, savage plunges. "Fuck! Fuck!"

Jack increased the speed of his own pistoning, and I felt the thrusting slide past my entrenched tool, increasing my pleasure until my groans were a constant series of feeding lust.

"Goddamn! Oh, Goddamn!" Jack roared, slamming his belly against the girl's pumping ass and rearing back with the force of his orgasm. Through the insignificant barrier of her vaginal wall I felt the savage jerk and swell of his cock as it jetted his load into her convulsing colon.

"Uuuunnnggghhh!" Tammy screamed, hilting her cunt on my prick and bouncing with the furious onset of her own climax.

My ass shuddered and my whole body arched as my come burst through my pounding cock and spurted into her sucking womb. Her pussy spasmed, grinding and milking, drawing the repeated volleys from my ecstatic balls, gulping like a hungry mouth.

For a long time, after we fell apart, we lay side by side, panting, unable to find words to describe our reaction to the completeness we had experienced. It was Tammy, her sweat-streaked breasts rising and falling with her labored breaths, who spoke for all of us.

"We were one!"

"One!" Jack echoed, turning his head to stare past Tammy's profile at me. I nodded.

"Nirvana!" I agreed. "We made it!"

Tammy rolled her head toward me and held my eyes for a moment. "Could you make it again? I mean, right now."

Before I could answer, she had twisted toward Jack. "You don't mind if it's just the two of us?"

He wagged his head. "I've had it!" he gasped. "Do it with my blessing!"

My cock was only half hard, but there was enough stiffness to permit its entry into Tammy's waiting cunt. I lowered my chest onto those taut breasts and let the fluid movement of her agile hips bring me to a complete hardness within her.

Her legs scissored my waist and she drew my lips down to hers. "Fuck me, Steve!" she whispered, her ass working feverishly in response to my steady stroking. "All I need is one more!"

"I know, baby!" I said, driving my cock in to where her quivering womb mouth seemed to clamp the throbbing head.

Time ceased to exist as I fucked the wriggling girl with steady pumping, my prick squishing through the slippery grip of her cunt which clamped and relaxed in perfect harmony with my deep thrusts.

There was no awareness of anything other than the increasingly delicious contact of cock and pussy, sliding and twisting, squeezing and flexing, pumping toward a final explosion that would empty us of everything.

She made it a split second before the clenching knot of ecstasy tightened in my balls and burst in a liquid flood of unbearable pleasure. Her thighs became a shivering vise and her ass jerked in uncontrollable spasms and her pussy churned in a sucking, milking undulation that swallowed my sperm with hungry contractions.

As the last spurt of semen lanced against her womb, she suddenly went limp, her legs slipping to either side and her arms falling from my neck. I pulled back until my cock almost slipped out of the limp embrace, and shoved it in again, burying the shaft in the lax tissues and holding it there as I heard Jack's soft chuckle.

"You did it, you long-dicked bastard!"

Tammy's only movement was the slow rise and fall of her lovely tits and the rapid beating of her heart beneath my chest. Only my experience and her earlier remark prevented her condition from creating a small panic in my still whirling brain. But I knew what had happened. The violence of that last climax had caused her to faint.

Jack watched me disengage and climb slowly to my feet. He handed me a towel from the wagon.

"She'll come around in a minute," he explained. "And she'll be purring like a kitten." He stretched, flexing his handsome body. "We might as well get dressed."

CHAPTER TEN

Glenda's phone call awakened me Saturday morning. Kitty had been asleep when I returned Friday night and I had been careful not to awaken her. Although she would probably have approved of my actions with Tammy and Jack, I didn't want to run the risk of getting her excited. The session with that highly sexed youngster had left my balls feeling like a couple of bags of dust.

"Have you set everything up for tonight?" Glenda demanded. "Do you realize that I haven't been screwed for almost a week?"

I grinned, coming awake and discovering that the eight hours sleep had replenished my internal bank. My cock was semi-hard.

"Don't tell me you haven't used the vibrator!" I teased.

"You're damn right!" she exclaimed. "But that's not like that big fuckpole of yours!" Her voice softened. "I need it, sweetheart! Baby has to have her cock! You know that!"

"Baby will get it," I assured her. "What time are you coming over?"

"Clyde and Velvet think I'm spending the night with Mabel Carson. She's covering for me. I can be there by eight. Okay?"

I admitted that I hadn't got around to setting the stage with Kitty. Then I added, "That won't be a problem. Like I told you, she's still a virgin, technically. But she's a hot little number."

Glenda described in minute detail exactly what she planned to do to me, with or without Kitty's cooperation. By the time she rang off I was nursing a hard which I was tempted to carry into Kitty's bedroom for analysis and treatment. But if I planned to do justice to the coming evening, I had better conserve my dwindling reserve. I packed it off to the typewriter instead and spent the next couple of hours grinding out a lurid description of the promises Glenda had just made.

Kitty blew me a kiss as she passed the door and began preparing breakfast, humming softly until I stopped banging on the Underwood and padded in to demand a cup of the coffee she had just made.

The gaping robe she had carelessly tossed about those cute curves didn't do much to lower my blood pressure, and she complicated matters even more by massaging my chest with those delightful tits as she collected her morning kiss.

Over the coffee, I explained about Glenda and her plans for the night. The girl's eyes brightened. Anything I wanted, she informed me, was agreeable with her.

We took turns in the shower and spent an hour at the supermarket, restocking my kitchen. Then I dropped by the liquor store and lugged my purchase back to the car.

"Do you suppose," Kitty mused as I climbed in, "that I could do it if I got really loaded?"

"Not with me," I answered curtly. "I want you in full possession of every faculty, baby."

We dropped the groceries off at the apartment and paid a visit to the museum. Kitty dragged me to a halt in front of a Greek statue which boasted a diminutive penis above a pair of equally small testicles.

"Would you believe," she whispered, "that I used to look at the statues back home and think how big they were? How would you like to pose for a sculptor?"

"With a hard?" I grinned.

"How else?" she countered. "I think museums would attract larger crowds if they showed things like that."

I didn't argue the point. I've always wondered if the artists and sculptors who turned out such magnificently muscled bodies couldn't have done a far better job with the more important portions of the male and female anatomy. Most of the females appear capable of taking on an Arabian stallion, while the male organs resemble fat little noodles.

It was six by the time we got home and seven by the time we had finished with the TV dinners and started in on the first drink of the evening.

Kitty disappeared into the shower and came back with a filmy negligee and not a damned thing on underneath. I gave a low whistle.

"You are a walking invitation to rape," I informed her.

She gave a suggestive drive of those boyish hips and shoved her plump little cunt at me. "Why do you think I put it on?" she grinned. Her face became serious. "Damn it! Why do I want it so much? Then, when I get the chance to actually do it, I chicken out! Shit!"

I had to laugh. She looked so damned sexy, yet so completely helpless in her confusion. For a moment she glared at me, half angrily. Then she saw the humor of the thing and joined in the laughter, her breasts jiggling and the little cherry tips dancing up and down under the negligee.

It was ten till eight when the telephone rang and I stopped trying to calculate the exact dimensions of Kitty's golden triangle to answer it.

It was Glenda, her voice hissing along the wire like an angry snake. One of those crazy, once in a lifetime coincidences had occurred, tossing our plans into the proverbial cocked hat.

Clyde, her husband, had bumped into Jim Carson that afternoon and Jim had suggested a foursome for the evening. Since Glenda hadn't mentioned Mabel Carson's alleged invitation, the only real problem was having our evening shot to hell.

"Goddamn it!" she complained. "I can't stop thinking about you and that waterbed! What am I gonna do?"

"Relax!" I soothed her. "We'll be back to normal next week and we can make up for lost time."

"That's not helping the way I feel right now!" she blazed back at me. "I need that big dick!"

She had to hang up quickly when Velvet came into the bedroom and there was just time to remind me that mine wasn't the only available tool in town, a fact of which I was fully aware. There wasn't enough time for me to answer that hers wasn't the only pussy, but I figured she knew that anyway.

Kitty was watching me with questioning eyes as I replaced the phone. "Isn't she coming?" she asked.

I wagged my head, explaining the mixup. "So, there's just the two of us." I got up and headed for the bar and a refill.

"Is that so bad?" Kitty demanded, following me and holding her glass in readiness. "Maybe I'll be able to make it."

We sank down onto the couch and I stretched out to place my head in her lap, feeling the heat of her cunt against the nape of my neck. Without any preliminaries, I lowered the drink to the coffee table and turned my face toward her warm belly, easing the filmy negligee aside until my lips could rove over the soft sweetness of her young flesh, kissing her just above the golden curls that hid her inviting slit.

She gave a little shiver and managed to get rid of her drink. Then she was leaning toward my middle, her fingers tugging at my zipper. I grabbed her hand.

"Hold it!" I said roughly. "Let's do this right."

I stood up just long enough to shed my clothes and help her out of that negligee and, before I could sit down again, she was on her knees, her hand wrapped about my swelling shaft and her lips fastened greedily about the sensitive knob.

Slowly, making sure I didn't pull my cock from that delightful grip, I eased my tail onto the couch and let her move in between my knees, slipping my fingers through those blonde waves and urging her head down a little farther.

Kitty was laving my cock with rapid swirlings of her hot tongue, tightening her lips about the shaft and sucking with increasing force. One hand dipped down to cradle my balls, squeezing them with just enough pressure to make my ass start hunching in time with the up and down motion of her mouth. The other hand was wrapped about the base of my prick, pumping and milking, drawing little spurts of pre-orgasmic cream from me with that delicious suction.

"Jesus!" I whispered, leaning back so I could see the way her lips curved about my cock. "That feels good! Are you gonna go all the way for me?"

Her teeth slid against my hardness as she gave me a quick nod and a little nasal whimper of assurance. She might be afraid to admit my prick into that little pussy, but she had decided to give me a complete blowjob. It was no time to do anything but settle down to enjoying the way her tongue was curving and twisting, pressing my cock up against her palate as she took it into her mouth, then dancing about the tip in a nervous fluttering as her head lifted to let it slide out again.

I wanted her in a different position, one which would enable me to do a little feasting of my own. But I didn't want to do anything which might break the rapport we had established. Kitty was enjoying her work and, although she was far from being an expert, she was managing to provide all the necessary elements of a first-rate blow job.

I couldn't help wondering what Nadine, my sister, would say if she were to walk in and see her daughter slobbering away on my prick, moaning and whimpering in between the long, deep tugs that kept my ass bouncing in happy cooperation. It probably wouldn't cause Nadine to raise an eyebrow, except to urge Kitty into a little more speed so she could move in for her own share.

Then, as the pleasure ripples became giant waves in my belly, I stopped thinking about anything but sliding my prick in and out between those wet, warm lips, and trying to get Kitty to suck a little harder. Each time the head slipped past the soft palate and rubbed the hotter area, far back in her mouth, the sensation became more intense, and her fingers slid a little closer to the base of my cock, feeding more of it between those greedy lips.

My prick gave a jerk, making her lips retreat to a firm grip just below the rim of the pulsating head. There, she tightened them and sucked me with a hunger that drew my come in savage spurts, lancing against her dancing tongue as her hand flashed up and down, fingers squeezing to add to my pleasure.

She didn't swallow until she had sucked the last drop from my throbbing cock. Then, with a little gurgle of satisfaction, she let the thick semen slide down her throat in two noisy gulps, keeping the head of my tool firmly entrenched inside that eager young mouth.

"Did I do it right?" she whispered, retreating to kiss my shaft and run her tongue over the hairy balls she had cupped in her palm. "I wanted to make it good for you."

"Wonderful!" I panted, stroking her blonde hair. "That tongue nearly drove me wild!"

She sat back on her heels, resting her arms on my thighs and staring at the column she had sucked so thoroughly. It was still hard, and I would have welcomed a second invasion of those moist lips. But, if I played things just right, I might persuade her to even more exciting pursuits.

"Let's have another drink," I suggested. I leaned forward and lifted her lovely face, covering her mouth with mine and tasting the faint musk of my own semen as her tongue slid between my teeth. My hand sought the contour of her right breast and found the nipple strutted against my palm, warm and damp with the dew of perspiration.

"You know," she admitted, breathing against my chin, "I almost made it."

I kissed the tip of her nose. "A lot of girls come when they do that," I told her. "I used to know one who couldn't make it any other way."

She got to her feet, making no effort to hide the exciting view of her silken crotch, and wiggled that cute little ass over to the bar to freshen our drinks. Over her shoulder, she called, "Tell me about her."

"That was at college," I answered. "You were about eight or nine years old."

She turned, holding the glasses and leaning against the bar. "Did you know I used to hope you'd make a pass at me when I was just a kid?"

I grinned. "I thought about doing it," I admitted. "You had a sexy little bottom. But you were always so damn shy!"

She wiggled back to hand me a drink and stood sipping her own. "One of my girl friends used to jack her brother off almost every night. He was a lot older than her, of course."

"Did he ever do it to her?" I asked.

She nodded. "Finally. She was nearly eleven then. After that, she couldn't get enough. I think she screwed half the boys in school."

She sat down on the couch, at the far end, where our bodies wouldn't touch. "Tell me about that girl," she said. "The one who came when she went down on you."

"Her name was Helen," I began. "A tall girl with a set of fabulous knockers and a pair of thighs that we used to call nut-crackers."

I hadn't seen Helen Crompton in years. But the memory of her oral artistry was still fresh in my mind. She seemed, at first contact, to be a real iceberg, and most of the other students gave her a wide berth when they found out she couldn't be laid on the first date.

I met her on a blind date and, since I had already been briefed on her assumed frigidity, I played it cool, not trying to go beyond a little heavy necking in the back seat of Tom Lawson's old Buick. She was cooperative as hell with her tongue and made no objection when I opened her blouse and started munching on those big tasty nipples.

In the front seat, Tom was already pounding the meat to one of our appreciative little cheerleaders, so neither of them was paying any attention to what we were doing in the back.

I grabbed Helen's hand and dragged it down to where my cock was trying to shove its way out of my slacks and pressed her fingers about the throbbing length. It was just as if I had lit a firecracker under the girl. Still shoving her tongue down my throat in excitement, she had me unzipped and my tool pulled out before I knew what was happening.

Before that, I had had to persuade my dates to lower their pretty heads over my rearing manhood, and more than a few had flatly refused. But Helen didn't wait for an invitation. She went down on me like a steam-heated suction pump, and that tongue performed like a sex-crazed snake.

Once her lips slid over the engorged head, they kept right on sliding until she had the entire cock in her mouth and throat and her nose was buried against my pubic arch. Since that was the first time any girl had taken the whole works, I damn near blew my load right then and there. As it was, she managed about a dozen full-length strokes with those hot wet lips before I blasted my come between her tonsils.

As she gulped my cream, her ass jerked and wiggled on the seat and she kept whimpering in between the quick swallows. When it was over, I asked her if she had really climaxed, and she admitted that she had.

About a week later, she let me take her to a motel and screw her, working her hips cooperatively until I unloaded in that tight little cunt. But, she informed me, she didn't enjoy it. Her pelvic action was all for my benefit.

Only when I crammed my cock into that hungry mouth did she start whining her way to an orgasm that left her pussy dripping and ready for another furious assault.

For about a year and a half, until she dropped out of school and went back to some hick town in south Georgia, she gave me all the pussy I could handle. But, for each deposit in that delightfully tight snatch, I had to provide another for her greedy mouth.

"Wow!" Kitty exclaimed when I finished the recital. "She must have been some girl!"

She was a little tipsy from the liquor, but she insisted we have at least one more. In between sips, she leaned over and ran her tongue over the head of my cock, giggling as I shivered. The ice in the drink made her tongue feel like a cold snake.

When the glasses were empty, she rose to her feet, swaying a little, and tugging at my hand.

"I want to tryout that waterbed!" she insisted.

The whiskey had enveloped me in a warm glow and I would have cooperated in anything she suggested. The very least that would happen would be a repeat of that exciting oral job. Happily, I followed her wriggling ass into my bedroom and watched her plop down on the undulating surface.

Before she could object, I was on top of her, my mouth clamped over her parted lips and my chest pressing down on those warm, firm tits. Her legs parted and I adjusted my hips to bring the head of my cock into position, just touching the juicy lips of her virginal cunt, pressing just enough to part the tender labia and let the heat of her vagina bathe my pulsing glans.

"Baby!" I breathed, releasing her lips and moving my mouth against hers. "Let me put it in!"

"Oh! Uncle Steve!" she whimpered, her arms tightening about my neck and her thighs clamping my hips. It was neither a positive nor a negative reaction. She was afraid to say yes, and too hot to say no. I could feel the delightful nibble as the cuntal sphincter tightened and relaxed. I pushed a little harder and the hot tissues gripped the head of my prick like a pair of incredibly tight lips.

"Ohhhhhhh!" she moaned, her nails digging into my shoulders.

She had her eyes closed and her lower lip tucked between her teeth. But she still hadn't said no. So, I gave her a little more.

"Unnngggrrr!"

It was like shoving through a tight rubber band. The head slipped into her vaginal sheath and the lips clamped about the shaft in a continual flexing. Inside, the tissues seemed to roll and shudder about the glans. Jesus! It felt good! I told her so.

"Just a little more, sweetheart!" I pleaded, feeling the pressure of her thighs relax a little. There was no hymenic barrier. Just the incredible tightness as I fed my cock into the slowly yielding cunt.

"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" she whined, her legs creeping up to encircle my waist. Her ass gave a little jerk and the bed made the motion slide her pussy upward another inch, becoming an undulation that frictioned my cock in and out with short, rhythmic strokes that massaged her vaginal lips and stroked the aroused membrane just inside the opening.

She sucked in a deep breath and reached up for a little more, drawing my prick into her with savage contractions and instinctive wigglings of her invaded pelvis.

"That's it!" I panted, trying to keep from ramming it in. "Keep working that ass, baby!"

The feel of that slippery grip was almost more than I could take without blowing my stack. But we were making headway. Little by little, inch by inch, my cock was sliding into her pussy. What made it so delightful was the waterbed's action. No matter how she moved, her cunt slid up and down, and that gave the head of my prick a massage that was drawing me closer and closer to an orgasm I couldn't long resist.

Suddenly, a violent shudder rippled through her body and her ass jerked out of control, grinding in the convulsive spasms of a climax that threatened to chew my cock off as the vagina squeezed and relaxed.

"Uuuuhhh!" she gasped, helpless for the moment to do anything but enjoy the shockwaves of ecstasy. It was the moment I had waited for.

With a grunt of pleasure, I shoved my cock into her until my balls were rolling against her writhing ass and my pubic bone was rubbing the clitoral wedge. Kitty's eyes popped open and stared at me in sheer unbelief. Her pussy was flexing and shivering about nine inches of throbbing cock.

"Uncle Steve!" she whispered fiercely, pulling my lips down to hers, starting to rotate her ass underneath me.

Then there was no need for words. I pulled back until the head of my cock was trapped by the tight lips of her cunt and rammed it home, making her grunt as the head plunged through the resisting tissues and thrust against her cervical entrance. The water bed rolled and her ass described a swift, helpless bobbing that jabbed the bottom of her hot pussy upward with each undulation.

"UR! UR! UR!" Since I had her mouth covered and her tongue pulled out as far as I could suck it, all she could do was make a nasal grunting at the constant thumping inside her hungry cunt. I got about five or six good thrusts in before she was whimpering her way through another orgasm, her juices bubbling up about my shaft and soaking my balls. I didn't pound her while she was coming. Instead, I worked my ass in a quick circling that massaged the entire length of her vagina until she was almost out of her mind with pleasure.

Then, while she caught her breath, I slipped my hands beneath the firm globes of her ass and got a good grip. Kitty seemed to realize that I was getting ready for the home stretch and she locked her ankles a little higher on my waist.

"Fuck me!" she hissed, spasming her vagina about my prick with intentional contractions. "Fuck me hard!"

"Jesus!" I groaned, driving in and out with increasing speed and force, my belly slapping against hers and my balls making a sucking sound as they flopped wetly against her wriggling ass.

Faster and faster, each stroke sending a bolt of ecstasy through my felly and increasing the pressure in my loaded balls, my fingers clutching at her writhing ass and lifting the juicy cunt higher, filling it with my hardness and feeling its delightful shudderings as the vaginal muscles rippled and clenched in mounting response.

"Ohhhhhh!" Kitty screamed. She had felt my cock give that suggestive jerk and knew that I was about to blast my come into her belly. It was all she needed to shove her over the edge into another orgasm and this one was the one she had been waiting for, for fifteen years.

"Uuuuunnn Ggg Hhh!"

I pulled my cock almost out and let the first spurt lubricate the convulsing passageway even more, its hot blast triggering the undulating milking of her vaginal muscles.

"Aaaagggghhhhh!" I rammed nine inches of exploding prick into her and gave her the second jet directly against her womb mouth, feeling the hot suction as that greedy organ drew the sperm into its writhing folds.

"Uuuhhhh! Uuuuhhhhh! Uuuuhhh!"

With short, vicious jabs, I rammed in and out, deep and hard, spilling my cream with grunts of ecstasy until her spasming cunt had sucked the last thick streamer from my throbbing prick.

For a long time after our hips had stopped jerking, she couldn't speak. She grabbed my head and covered my face with kisses, her lips wet and panting, her tongue licking at my own open mouth in wild lashings. Her pussy kept squeezing my cock, tightening almost painfully about my fully hilted prong.

"It's so good!" she gasped, when she could finally speak. "Oh my God! It's so good! I didn't know it would feel so wonderful! Don't take it out, Uncle Steve! Please! It feels so big and hot inside me!"

Since I had already pumped two loads into her, one into her greedily sucking mouth and the other into that equally greedy cunt, I wasn't sure I could summon up another. But I hadn't reckoned with the persuasive power of a fifteen-year-old pussy that has just had its first taste of honest-to-God screwing.

Within minutes, I was pumping away again, sliding in and out of her like a battering ram and making her cry out with each thrust. It was easier going, for between the two of us, we had lubricated that vagina until it was like shoving through a mass of wriggling, hot oysters that had developed a hundred tiny mouths and were all sucking at my prick as it pushed and pulled through their powerful grip.

Kitty's pussy was one of those rare anatomical wonders which seems to develop an immediate ability to do exactly what it is supposed to. As my cock plunged in, stretching the vaginal walls until every nerve was exposed, she relaxed the muscles so that the sensation was that of forcing my way through hot wet folds that shivered and trembled about my entering prick. Then, just as the head buried itself in the yielding depths, the pussy lips tightened about the base of my shaft and the grip raced inward, squeezing my cock with an undulating convulsion that was repeated again and again as I drew back for another thrust. All of that action was in addition to the steady grinding of her ass, the quick upward lurch of her pelvis to meet the descent of my hips and the unpredictable rolling of the waterbed.

I didn't even slow down when she gasped her way into a new climax. While her pussy sucked and shivered, I kept right on driving in and out, making her squeal with each deep thrust of my nine-inch pole.

We were both sweating, our bodies sliding and plopping as I hunched away, fucking her with a rhythm that she matched perfectly with that grinding and milking cuntal caress. Her legs alternated between climbing high on my back and lowering so she could dig her heels into the bed and add extra leverage to her responsive thrust.

I counted five gurgling orgasms before my own pleasure soared into ecstasy and I short-stroked that dripping, clutching pussy with savage jabs until my semen spurted in to soothe the wildly convulsing womb.

Still joined, we rolled over and lay panting, kissing and grinning at each other like a couple of idiots until my cock slipped out of her pussy as it shrank to a limp, drained organ that dangled wet and sticky against my thigh.

Kitty sat up, extending her legs and spreading them, staring down at the matted hairs about her reddened slit. The flushed membranes oozed a thick whiteness, part of the two loads of come I had pumped into her belly.

"Ummmm!" she said softly, cupping her breasts and squeezing them until the flesh bulged between her fingers. "It feels like I'm full of come!"

"It looks like it, too," I grinned. "You take the shower first and I'll make us some drinks."

She leaned over and took my limp cock between her lips, rolling the head about with her hot tongue and sucking it with gentle tugs. Releasing it, she gave me an impish grin.

"Don't let that thing get away!" she warned, climbing over my legs. A trickle of jism rolled down the inside of one thigh as she stood up. Giggling, she wiggled into the bathroom.

I wobbled into the living room and gulped a jigger of bourbon straight before mixing a couple of stiff ones. My balls were almost back to normal and my prick had even gone so far as to lift its head a little at the prospect of another battle with that delicious slit.

Kitty came in, still running a towel over those lovely curves and walked into my arms, parting her lips for my kiss. Two minutes later, we were on the couch and my cock was slipping back into that spasming vagina for another session.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

It was one of the most wonderful nights I had ever spent. We slept in Kitty's bed, our bodies curled in close contact and our desire temporarily quenched.

Sometime in the early morning hours we awakened, coming together with a panting urgency that brought Kitty atop me, straddling my hips and guiding my cock into her hungry cunt. Crying out with pleasure, she impaled herself on the phallic spear and began fucking me with a savage hunching of her lithe hips, not pausing until I flooded her pussy with still another load of spurting semen.

We slept until noon and I took her again before she was fully awake, easing my prick between her thighs from the rear and slipping it into the delicious grip of her juicy cunt.

Her ass wiggled, shoving back to meet my deep thrusts, and she climaxed five times before my sperm volleyed against her hungry womb.

Kitty made me remain in bed while she showered and prepared a quick meal, reawakening me by rubbing the nipple of one bare breast against my lips. I bit it, making her squeal, and smacked her cute bottom as she danced away, gathering up a robe as she hurried from the room.

I grabbed a quick shower and joined her, wolfing down the toast and eggs, and following them with three cups of steaming coffee. Then, lighting a cigarette, I leaned back and studied the lovely creature who sat watching me with a curious stare.

"Are you going to tell Nadine about this?" I asked, watching her pluck a cigarette from the pack. I lit it for her before she answered.

"Did you think I would?" she demanded. The question didn't seem to surprise her.

"To be honest about it," I replied, "I hadn't thought about it until now. All I was interested in was getting into that hot little snatch."

She frowned. "Would it have made a difference if you had known I would?"

"Not a damn bit!" I grinned. "The minute I saw you at the airport, I made up my mind."

That pleased her and got her a little excited, too. She looked down at the cigarette and was quiet for a moment. Then she said, "Would you think I was nuts if I told you I'd like for you, Mother and me to get together?"

"I'd think you had a good idea," I countered. "I'm just not sure I could handle both of you at once."

She raised her head, meeting my eyes. "I've always believed that you and Mother used to make it. Am I wrong?"

I hesitated over that one. Physically, Kitty was every inch a woman. But I wasn't certain just how emotionally mature she was. Some girls are willing to screw their ass off, but insist on a rigid moral code for their parents. I decided to take the gamble.

"You were right," I admitted. "It started just before she and your father were married. Do you think we were wrong?"

Her blonde head wagged from side to side. "I think it's wonderful."

She started to add something, but the shrill of the phone cut her off. Since it was right at her elbow, I indicated that she should answer it. She spoke into the thing and listened for a minute, her eyes coming back to mine and giving me a half-smile.

"I don't have to ask him," she said. "He'll agree to it."

"Agree to what?" I demanded, reaching to take the phone from her hand. She moved out of my reach.

"I'm glad," she said, her smile growing. There was another pause. Then she said, "Not any more."

I waited impatiently until she replaced the receiver and asked, "Who the hell was that?"

"Glenda," she answered happily. "She's on her way over here. Her husband's off to the golf course, so she's free for the afternoon."

I felt a swift surge of desire ripple through my balls and my cock twitched with surprising interest. After the night we had just spent, I expected it to remain flaccid for at least a week.

Kitty began dashing about, straightening the apartment up as if we were about to entertain visiting royalty, ignoring my protests that Glenda wasn't coming over to inspect the place. Finally I gave up and settled back to watch the play of those delightful curves, letting the sight work its magic on my own body. By the time Kitty went to answer the door, I had a full erection.

I damn near lost it when Glenda came in, followed by a grinning Velvet. Behind them, Kitty waited, her eyes narrowed in amused excitement. I just sat there, my jaw moving, but nothing coming out. Glenda arched one eyebrow at me and began unbuttoning her blouse.

"You bastard!" she grated. But her tone told me she wasn't really angry. "Velvet's told me everything!"

All three of them were undressing, and my eyes had trouble deciding which pair of breasts to linger on longest. Clothes went flying and three inviting triangles of silk beckoned me.

Naked as hell, Glenda walked over and tugged me to my feet, joined by the girls as she began unfastening my robe. They stripped it off and my cock swung up, stiff and pulsating. Glenda pressed her nakedness against me, capturing my tool between our bellies as her lips sought mine, her tongue driving and twisting inside my mouth. From either side, warm breasts and much warmer pussies rubbed against elbows and thighs.

We didn't even try to make it to the couch. Glenda just sank down onto the rug and carried me with her, spreading her legs and guiding my cock into the hungry wetness of her eager cunt. With a groan, I eased all nine inches into that wriggling sleeve and held it hilted while her ass jerked in a bucking climax, feeling her vagina shudder and spasm about my cock. I gave her a second or two to recover before I drew back and began pumping it in and out.

"Uuunnhhh! Jesus! I need that! Aaannggg! I've been so hot I couldn't – Uuunnhh! – stand it! Ooohh!"

She would take about five strokes before the goodness made her grunt, and all the while her ass was working under my hunching hips to screw that greedy pussy about my sliding cock.

I managed to turn my head long enough to see Kitty and Velvet on the couch, engaged in a furious session of sixty-nine. Kitty was on top, grinding her crotch against Velvet's slurping mouth, while her own blonde head worked willing between the girl's quivering thighs.

I reached back and grabbed Glenda's legs, pulling them up to lift that dripping cunt for a still more fierce attack, slamming my prick into her with vicious thrusts which she welcomed with little yelps of pleasure. She tightened those skilled muscles in perfect rhythm and I felt my guts knot and strain as my balls rapped her elevated ass in full length probings of that delightful cunt.

She clamped her teeth into my shoulder as she felt my cock leap in the convulsion of orgasm, and her ass twisted more wildly, her pussy sucking and spasming as my come spurted into her belly.

On the couch, Kitty and Velvet were gurgling through a mutual climax, gulping and slurping as their mouths and pussies combined in a body-wrenching ecstasy.

Glenda sucked me to a renewed hardness and rolled aside so Velvet could mount me, easing that hot wetness down over my prick while her whole body trembled and shuddered with the strain. When she had succeeded in getting about half the length into her, she began a steady hunching that carried her pussy farther down my shaft until she was completely impaled.

She reared, back, bracing her hands on my thighs, and stared down at her widely stretched pussy lips where my shaft disappeared into the churning heat of her young cunt.

"God!" she hissed. "What a cock!"

Glenda lay down beside us and pressed her lips to the junction of our bodies, her tongue teasing Velvet's taut clitoral bud and flicking down to drag slowly across the base of my prick where it entered her daughter's tight snatch.

Velvet slid her cunt up my cock and her juices oozed out to run down my shaft, gathered up with greedy slurpings by Glenda's flailing tongue.

Kitty gave a soft cry and straddled my face, lowering that delicious cunt to my mouth and trembling with pleasure as I drew my tongue through the moist slit before stabbing it into her like a miniature cock.

Then the sensations blended until I no longer thought about or cared who was doing what. Velvet's pussy rode up and down my prick, churning and spasming in climaxes that followed each other so closely they seemed like one never-ending orgasm.

Glenda transferred her attention to my balls, kneeling between my legs and licking away at the juices that trickled down from above. I managed to elevate my hips a little and she wormed her tongue beneath my balls, probing for my ass, finding it and boring through the flexing sphincter with a little moan of delight.

Kitty's pussy was grinding against my mouth, her vaginal fluids forcing me to swallow almost constantly as the deliciously tart fluid was coaxed from her by my wriggling tongue.

Velvet's cunt moved faster, fucking up and down with noisy squishings, seeming to suck at my cock with its constant undulations, squeezing and quivering.

Glenda's tongue shoved more deeply into my nerve laden anal opening, wiggling its hot tip and making my hips buck upward to shove my prick more savagely into her daughter's rolling pussy.

When I felt my own orgasm begin, I managed to fasten my lips about Kitty's clitoris and sucked the spongy finger as my sperm bolted up through my cock and spurted into Velvet's convulsing womb. She took the full length and just ground her cunt about me as it spasmed in answering climax, seeming to gulp my cream in its avid suction.

Throughout the stabbing ecstasy, Glenda was stabbing her tongue into my ass in exact rhythm with the jarring bursts of come. The exquisite combination damn near turned me wrongside out.

It took a while, after that, to get me hard again. But, with six hands and three willing mouths playing over my body, it was accomplished. My cock stood up like a soldier, ready for battle, the purple knob glistening with their combined saliva.

Like a general commanding his troops, I had them lie down, side by side, on the thick rug, their legs spread and those three exquisitely formed pussies gaping an invitation.

I mounted Kitty first, making her cry out as I eased my prick into her still tender pussy, sliding through the juicy clutchings of her vagina until the head was jammed against her shivering womb. Then, as she cried out again in ecstatic surrender, I pumped it in and out just long enough to feel the hot spasms of her climax.

Then, pulling my cock from the dripping jaws, I mounted the waiting Glenda and drove balls-deep with the first stroke, fucking her with savage thrusts until her legs flew up and her ass bucked in uncontrollable convulsions as she clawed at my back and tightened her cunt in a gurgling orgasm of her own.

Gritting my teeth with an effort at self-control, I tugged myself from Glenda's flexing grip and rolled over between Velvet's warm thighs, feeding my prick into her slippery pussy while her legs climbed high about my waist and her ass circled to hasten the full entry of the nine-inch spear, groaning with joy as I drove it in and out until her cunt seemed to explode about me in delicious shudderings.

Back to Glenda for an even juicier thrusting that made her come before I had completed a dozen strokes. Then, over and into Kitty's treasure where I fucked my way to a grunting finish that made her scream with the first spurt of my hot come.

Temporarily sated, we sprawled, still naked, about the room, too tired for the moment to walk the short distance to the shower. When Velvet and Kitty finally left to bathe together, I screwed the eager Glenda one more time, entering her from the rear and driving her rearing ass down onto the rug with the savagery of my thrusts.

I didn't come that time. But Glenda yelped and wriggled her way through five climaxes before the girls came back and Glenda tottered weak-kneed into the shower.

Kitty and I didn't get dressed to see them out. There was a round of wet, enjoyable kisses and I closed the door, pulling Kitty into my arms. She gave me a happy grin.

"Can you do it again?"

"I'll show you!" I promised, scooping her up and carrying her into the bedroom. I lowered her onto the bed and she promptly rolled onto her belly, shoving her cute little ass upward invitingly.

"Put it in my bottom!" she breathed, burying her face in the sheet and spreading her legs in waiting. "I want to see what it's like!"

I got between those slender thighs and poised my throbbing cock above the tight circle of her anus.

"It will hurt when it goes in," I warned.

"I don't give a damn! I want to feel it!"

I slipped it between her legs and eased it into her pussy, feeling her body tremble as the thickness spread the vaginal walls and probed deep, bathing itself in her slippery juices.

I gave her a few easy strokes to make sure I was well lubricated and drew it out, pressing the knob into position again.

"Put it in!" she gasped, her body tensing. And just then the phone rang.

"Shit!" Kitty exclaimed. "Let it ring!"

I patted her flushed buttock. "I'd better catch it!" I padded through the bathroom and growled into the phone. It was Western Union. A different voice, but one that stiffened my cock even more with its slurred tones.

I asked for a repeat of the message and grunted a thank you. Then, grinning, I paused in the bathroom and unscrewed a jar of Vaseline, scooping out enough to coat my throbbing prick from head to base. Then I went back to Kitty and resumed my position, just touching her anus with the tip of my cock.

"Who was it?" she grunted, flexing her buttocks in expectation.

I pressed down, forcing the head through the tight sphincter and feeling the incredible heat of her colon about my glans.

"Uuuuhhhhhh!" she groaned. "It does hurt! But don't stop!"

"I won't!" I promised. "That was a telegram." I gave her another inch and waited for the intestinal muscles to relax. "From your mother!" I shoved another inch into the gripping sleeve.

"Aaannnggghhh!" Her face buried more firmly against the bed and her ass shook with the strain of acceptance. "What did she want?"

My buttocks clenched and another three inches filled her anal canal, spreading the membranes into a quivering encirclement. I was halfway in.

"Ohhhhh! Damnnnnn!" she whimpered, her fingers clawing at the bed in desperation. "It feels like you're splitting me open!"

"Want me to stop?"

"Hell, no!" Her ass lifted, feeding another inch of that hot grip onto my cock. "I want it all! What did Mother want?"

"They've decided to stay another week," I told her. "She won't be here until Monday week."

She gave a gasp and her muscles seemed to suddenly relax. With a moan of pleasure I slid my prick into her until my balls were cradled in the wet lips of her splayed cunt. She flexed her ass around my stiffness.

"Jesus!" she whispered. "I'm glad!"

I pulled my cock almost out of that delicious grip and eased it back again, feeling the hot churning as the head forced its way through the resisting channel.

"I'll probably fuck you to death!" I teased, stroking into her a second time. Her hips caught the rhythm and began to move in concert with my pumping. My prick slid in and out with increasingly enjoyable strokes, each one making her grunt.

"Uuuhhh! If it feels -uuuhhh! – like this… uuuhh! You can fuck… Uuuhhhh! Uuuuhhh! Uuuuhhh! Ohhhhh, Damn!Uncle Steve! Ooohhhh! I'm gonna come!" I wrapped my arms about her undulating waist and grabbed those luscious breasts for leverage, driving fast and hard into the flexing channel of her ass, my belly whacking her buttocks, my mind busy with thoughts of the next seven days.

It promised to be quite a week!

Content

John C Douglas
Wild cherry

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN