John Douglas - Wild cherry

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.