John Douglas - Wild cherry

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.

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.