John Douglas - Wild cherry

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!"