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.