John Douglas - Wild cherry

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."

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?"