It was ten past ten when I parked my Torino in the lot and trudged across to the brilliantly lighted terminal, wondering just how the hell I was going to cope with the situation without making a complete ass of myself.
I could tolerate Kitty for a week. But how could I maintain my daily quota of lurid prose with a bashful teenager breathing down my back? Eighty percent of my books were descriptions, vividly detailed, of two or more individuals making it. When you've painted a word picture of two people getting their jollies a thousand times, you have to sweat the words out to shape a different pattern. It wasn't easy the first time and it became more difficult with each book. If I simply shelved my work for the duration of Kitty's visit, I would have to work like hell to catch up.
I pushed through the double doors and felt the air conditioner blast me as I stared about. There were probably fifty people scattered about the high ceilinged room, but my gaze went directly to a pair of grapefruit sized tits that were trying to burrow their way through a thin blouse and an attached pair of tanned thighs which threatened to split the almost nonexistent skirt as they swelled into lush hips and rounded ass that made my cock start doing pushups.
The girl was looking the other way and I forced myself to do the same, scanning the crowd for some sign of a nervous girl, hundreds of miles from home and afraid of her own shadow.
There were several teenagers in the group and I got a few interested stares as I made my way across the floor. But none of them matched my mental image of Kitty Harley.
"Uncle Steve?"
A hand touched my arm, tentative and gentle. I swung about and found myself staring into a pair of amused green eyes and a moist red mouth that seemed waiting for either a kiss or a hard cock. My brows went up and my eyes went down, admiring the twin beauties I had zeroed in on when I first entered.
"Kitty?" I said. I could see the resemblance, but my mind demanded further confirmation. Sure a kid can change in a couple of years. But Kitty had undergone a complete metamorphosis!
"Have I really changed that much?" she demanded, slipping her arm through mine and steering me toward the baggage window. "I'm still the same little girl who used to ride on your knee. Remember?"
I remembered. But the memory was replaced by the far more exciting picture of the present Kitty straddling my knee. The thought was immediately transmitted to my cock, finding it shoving my slacks out in an embarrassing bulge.
She waited until I exchanged the cardboard squares for two blue cases and we had started for the door before asking, "Why didn't Aunt Gloria come with you? Is she alright?"
"Wait til we get in the car," I stalled. "I'll explain everything."
What was there to explain? Gloria and I had weathered four years of fading interest. Then, when a long-dicked bastard with a brand new divorce and a tempting bank account had made a pass at her, she had her legs spread and the lawyer on the phone before he knew what was happening.
I stored the luggage and watched Kitty adjust her thighs in the Torino's lucky seat. Putting the key in the switch I gunned the engine and shoved the air conditioner into high.
"Gloria and I have been divorced for some time, Kitty," I told her. "We… that is… our marriage had already fallen apart. She met someone she felt could make her happy and that's that."
I didn't know what her reaction would be, but I wasn't expecting the calm, "I'm glad, Uncle Steve. I never did like her. I couldn't tell you, back then. Now, I'm not going to pretend."
"Tell me about you," I said, wanting to change the subject. I paid the parking fee and we slid out onto the highway. "I'm glad to see you, of course. But what's with the sudden visit?"
It was Clyde's aunt, an aging recluse with a million in blue chips and a weak heart. Clyde was at the top of her potential list of inheritors and when she farted, Clyde and Nadine were there with quivering nostrils. The old woman had summoned them for the annual deathbed blessing and they were afraid Kitty's presence might lessen their persuasive powers. They had shoved her onto a plane, wired me, and caught another for Boston.
"So," she concluded, moving over as far as the seatbelt would permit and dropping a hand to my thigh, "you're stuck with me for the week."
I didn't try to interpret the gesture. My balls were doing their own translation and I was afraid my prick would drop out and get tangled up in the steering wheel. From the heat of those fingers, I wanted to ask if she was running a fever.
"I've got plenty of room," I said weakly. "Can you cook?"
The fingers squeezed and retreated. "I've learned to do a lot of things since I saw you last, Uncle Steve."
Was it a suggestion? Goddamn the generation gap! How was I supposed to react?
"Uhhh! How's school?"
She shrugged and the melons made little points in the blouse. "I start high school this fall. Ask me then."
We were back in civilization and I covered my confusion by pointing out some of the more interesting sights. While she stared at the scenery, what little was visible at that hour, I stared at her and my cock began making a damned nuisance of itself by creating a wet, sticky patch in my slacks.
She oohed and ahhed over the apartment building and I used one of the cases to cover my crotch as I led the way to the elevator and told her which button to push. So far as I was concerned, she had already punched all of mine.
I showed her into my place and carried the cases into the spare bedroom, pointing at the bathroom door.
"You can freshen up in there," I told her. "My bedroom is on the other side." Then I added, "There's a lock on both doors, so we won't have a traffic jam."
She paused in the doorway, dropping one hip and letting her thigh relax. My God! Was she actually rubbing her crotch against the edge of that door?
"Uncle Steve," she said softly. "Would you fix me a big, cold drink?"
"Sure," I nodded. "Coke? Seven-Up?"
"No, silly!" she smiled. "Gin! With just a little Seven-Up and lemon. I'm a big girl now."
I hesitated. "Are you sure?"
"That I'm a big girl?" she teased.
"I meant the drink."
"I'm sure."
While she rattled around in the bathroom, I hurried out and into my own room, changing slacks before concocting the requested drink. I argued with myself over the amount of gin I should pour and lost the debate. I figured the ratio of gin to the fizz at about six to one. With a shrug, I mixed another for myself, placing them both on the coffee table.
When Kitty didn't show after ten minutes, I called out, "Are you okay?" The shower had cut off long ago.
"I'll be out in a minute!" she answered, her voice coming from the open bedroom door. "I've got a surprise for you."
I sank down on the couch and bounced right up again as she floated down the hall and into the room, spinning about to give me a multi-angled view. She had changed from the blouse and skirt to a combination that loosened my knees and dropped me back onto the couch, my mouth and eyes both gaping at the arousing sight.
It was a negligee of some new synthetic. I suspected, from the sheerness of the material, that it had been spun by a very weak spider. Whatever it was, it didn't succeed in hiding what was underneath, and that was plenty.
Kitty's hips, at first glance, appeared bare. Then I saw the narrow band supporting the little panel which hugged her plump crotch. Since the panel was a soft yellow, matching her shoulder-length hair, it gave the illusion of being the pubic counterpart of those soft waves. I caught myself wondering if her cunt hair was blonde.
Her breasts were completely bare except for that filmy drape and my cock strained its head for a closer look. The view was well worth the effort. Kitty's tits could have been lifted from one of those sexy drawings a national magazine used to feature. The upper slope was a perfect are, beginning high on her rib cage and curving only slightly until it reached a point about midway to the prominent nipple. From there, the curve became more pronounced, reaching into the reddish-brown of her, dainty areole and terminating in the slight upward tilt of the even daintier tip.
The lower portion of those mounds was a firm roundness, giving the breasts a lift no bra could hope to duplicate. They were still jiggling when she stopped her twirling and stood directly in front of me, her green eyes shining and her pelvis thrust forward just enough to make my balls ache.
From the breasts, the rib cage swept inward to flatten for the beginning of her flawless belly with its deeply indented navel. The belly itself was an expanse of creamy smoothness with just a hint of roundness until it disappeared behind the crotch patch. There it bulged significantly, the mound divided by a vertical depression in the yellow cloth that I readily identified as the gateway to a better world.
"Do you like it?" she asked hopefully.
I nodded unwilling to trust my voice. If my stare embarrassed her, she gave no indication of it. She turned again more slowly, and my breath sucked in as the pink cheeks of her ass paused for inspection. From that angle, the supporting bands for that damned yellow triangle were completely invisible and she seemed to be utterly naked.
She picked up the drink and I fully expected the ice cubes to start sizzling. She took an experimental sip, then lowered the level by half with several healthy gulps.
"Wow!" she gasped. "That's good! Mother always skimps on the gin."
I covered my confusion by following her lead, raising the glass in a silent salute to the eye-widening outfit. By the time I lowered the glass, she had drained hers.
"Better take it easy," I cautioned. "That's pretty strong stuff."
"I don't care," she exclaimed, waving the glass in the direction of my corner bar. "You'll look after me. Mind if I fix another one?"
"Fix two of them," I suggested, polishing off my own and extending the glass. "We'll look after each other."
I tried to watch everything at once as she moved across the room and the strain made my eyes water. Sleek thighs rippled in sinuous motion, buttocks rose and fell, breasts swayed and jiggled as much as their firmness would permit, and her belly seemed to roll in a voluptuous dance in the mere act of walking. She noted my expression and paused with the gin bottle lifted.
"Is something wrong, Uncle Steve?"
If she was putting me on, the kid deserved an Academy Award. Her face was innocent of any effort to deliberately arouse me or awareness that she had already done so. I was just good old Uncle Steve, a member of the family and the character who used to lend his knee as her horsie. That conclusion made things worse than ever. She was innocent and I was sitting there with a hard that might explode at any minute.
She carried the drinks back, that pelvis undulating and grinding. I accepted the glass and spluttered over the first swallow. She giggled.
"I used more gin," she explained, gulping her own like a soft drink. She dragged three cushions from the couch and curled up at my feet, the swelling breasts cushioning their softness against my knee as she casually draped one forearm over my thigh. The gin burned my guts and her tit seared my leg. I polished off the drink in an effort to extinguish some portion of the conflagration…
Still wearing that innocent expression, Kitty pointed to the stereo cabinet and dug her fingers into my thigh with excitement. I did my best to ignore the proximity of her hand to my cock, which was a little like Atlanta ignoring Sherman.
"Did you know I've been taking dancing lessons?" she exclaimed. "Would you like me to dance for you?"
"No," I gulped. "And yes." If I could break the contact I might be able to survive the onslaught of desire that was crushing my nuts like a slowly closing vise. Maybe I could watch without having my ass tighten until it ached.
She uncurled like a lazy cat, taking time to fix our third drink before thumbing through my album collection. She was beginning to sway just a little from the effects of the gin and I was seeing everything, including her cute little rump, through a nice, rosy glow.
"Hey!" she squealed. "This is it!" She held up a jacket and slid the record out, placing it on the turntable and flipping the switch. The sensual beat of "The Stripper" boomed from the array of speakers.
Kitty turned, placing one forearm across her face and hiding the other hand behind her. Her knees bent just enough to give her hips leverage and she began a series of bumps and grinds that threatened to tear the yellow triangle from its mooring. Her belly undulated, folding the navel inward as that plump little mound surged forward in a savage thrust.
Her torso was motionless except for the jiggle of those big tits when her hips jerked forward and quivered with that sudden stop, each one timed to that booming bass beat and the thumping of my cock.
Kitty's eyes were closed, her feet slipping farther apart and the knees bending until she was almost squatting, her ass still grinding and that cunt mound ramming up as though reaching for the last dick in the world. Her body arched backward, shoulders beginning to vibrate, and the melon breasts started quivering, the nipples dancing like two coral fingers.
Before I could stop myself, I banged the glass down on the coffee table and a tortured cry escaped my clenched teeth. The desire in my guts was like a rumbling volcano.
Kitty straightened, her eyes widening. She switched off the stereo and took a hesitant step toward me, one hand extended.
"Ohhhhh!" she gasped. "Uncle Steve! I'm sorry!"
I waved a hand, trying to look anywhere except at those rich young curves. "My fault!" I mumbled. "Not you!"
She dropped to her knees on the cushions, leaning against my legs and dropping those warm, resilient breasts in my lap. If she was trying to help, she was going about it in the wrong way. Her hands cupped my face, holding me until I was forced to meet her steady gaze.
"I am sorry," she whispered. "I forgot about Aunt Gloria being gone and you being all alone. I guess I was pretending to be a little girl again."
"A little girl you're not!" I reminded her. "Not any more!"
She pressed harder against my knees, forcing them apart and moving closer. Before I could stop her, she had those oversized tits jammed against my belly and my cock was trapped between us, shuddering like an overloaded elevator.
"I've got you all excited!" she whispered, drawing my face to hers until all I could see was that wet, red mouth and the pink tongue that teased the white, even teeth.
"Kitty!" I gasped.
"Kiss me, Uncle Steve!"
My lips touched and blended with her warm sweetness and I felt her tongue slide between my teeth. Her arms went about my neck and she worked those tits against my belly and chest in a constant shifting. My cock rolled and quivered, responding to her body heat with alarming jerks.
She pulled away and I thought for one frightening instant she was about to get up. Then, with a curious smile, she reached for my zipper. I managed to cover her hand with mine.
"No, Kitty!" I groaned.
"It's alright," she whispered. "I know what I'm doing."
I released her hand, watching the zipper slide down with a metallic rasping. Her fingers slid into the open fly and I gave a gasp as they closed about my engorged prick, drawing it out and staring down at it with hooded eyes.
"Wow!" she breathed, and I felt the words as the warm air fanned my strutted glans. "How could Aunt Gloria leave a beauty like this?"
She turned it loose long enough to slip the negligee from her shoulders, baring those lovely breasts. Again the fingers encircled my cock and squeezed, sliding slowly up and down while I tried to keep my hips from bouncing with the goodness of her caress.
Her body moved forward, bending just enough to fit the nine inch length of my prick between those delicious tits. Her fingers trailed off and she used both hands to press the warm flesh in from either side, leaving the purple knob sticking past the embrace and almost touching her delicate chin.
"Kitty!" I moaned.
"Stop saying that!" she exclaimed. "I caused this and I want you to relieve yourself like this. I told you, I'm not a little girl anymore."
I leaned forward far enough to catch her soft shoulders and the movement caused my cock to slide downward and backward through her mammarian clutch.
"If I…" I panted helplessly. "It'll get all over you!"
"It won't hurt me," she observed. She lowered her chin and rubbed it gently across the throbbing head of my prick. A surge of fuckjuice oozed out and she smeared it with continued caresses of her chin smiling up at me with those red lips.
"Would it help if I talked dirty?" she whispered. "I want to be good for you."
"Jesus!" I moaned. I could feel her heart thumping against the bulging ventral vein of my huge cock.
"Don't be afraid, Uncle Steve," she urged, twisting her body and working those big breasts about me, rubbing the nipples against my slacks. "Fuck my breasts! Slide that big prick between them, Uncle Steve!"
Hell! I couldn't keep from hunching. Hearing that sultry voice issue an invitation like that sent my ass to working and my cock began driving up and down through that delicious tunnel.
It was dry, except for the little film of sweat she had worked up in that crazy dance. But my cock was long enough for the head to reach past the grip of the warm flesh, so I wasn't bothered by the rough friction.
"Ummmm!" she murmured. "It feels good! It's so big and hot!"
I didn't know whether she meant it or not. The words had their desired effect and I punched a little harder and faster, pressing my balls against her breastbone with each shove.
"You hold my breasts, Uncle Steve!" she said suddenly, waiting until my hands replaced hers before deserting her post. My fingers pressed the spongy warmth and increased the pressure, working my way around to where I could fondle those stiff nipples while I poled between them.
Kitty's head was thrown back and her eyes were closed, her lips working soundlessly except for a little panting hiss. I twisted my upper body and peered down. She had both hands between her thighs, rubbing that yellow patch with vigorous strokes, duplicating the thrust of my cock between her tits. Her thigh muscles were tensing and her hips were shuddering. I no longer had any doubt about the authenticity of her passion. Kitty was headed for Comesville on the same train I was riding.
"Kitty!" I moaned again. "Damn, Kitty! You feel good!"
"Yessss!" she panted. "So do you! Don't stop, Uncle Steve! I want you to come like that. I want to feel it shoot out, all hot and sticky!"
Something inside me snapped. I turned loose of those tits and grabbed her head, plastering my mouth against hers and shoving my tongue as far in as it would go. My cock was still trapped in the pressure of her breasts and my belly and I was still driving.
She whined through flaring nostrils and her tongue went a little mad as it lashed and flicked until it drove my own back inside my mouth and followed it, licking wildly as my prick massaged her breastbone with its furious thrusts.
My orgasm was so fierce it hurt. My come spurted, but was caught by the tight fit of our bodies, forced back upon the throbbing tip and the heaving slopes of her tits. That first volley created a slick pathway and I fucked into it like a crazy animal, hearing the squishing as my cock swam through its own outpourings to empty my balls in ecstatic jerks.
I was dimly aware that Kitty's body was shaking, her hips gyrating. She was rubbing her cunt while her tongue reached for my tonsils, stroking her clitoris into an answering climax as I coated her breasts with my thick semen.
Weakly, panting for breath, I released her, sinking back on the couch, my cock coated and sticky but still hard. She rocked back on her heels and stared down at the thick puddles of come that were beginning to trickle sluggishly downward from between her slightly reddened mounds. My slacks had done a good job of rubbing their tender tips and the skin was pink from the friction.
Kitty raised one hand and poked a finger into the slippery scum, stirring it experimentally. She added a second finger and lifted the other hand. I shot a glance at that yellow triangle and saw that it was several shades darker with the wetness her cuntal massage had created.
While I stared in fascination, she employed both hands and began rubbing the come over both breasts, closing her eyes and moaning as her palms slid under and around the thrusting nipples. Then she gathered the last glob and applied it to the cherry tips, using fingers and thumb to work it into the spongy extension of each breast.
She met my eyes, her own lashes lowered. She licked her lips. "Do you think I'm terrible, Uncle Steve?"
"I think you're wonderful, baby!" I meant it. She had satisfied me in the only way she could accept at the moment, and she had given herself so completely that she had come, too.
"Kitty," I asked softly, "are you still a virgin?"
The blonde head nodded almost sadly. Then her lips tilted and she put a hand between her tits. "Not right there!"
My smile was weak. "Do you know what kind of books I write?"
She shook her head. "I'll bet they're good ones."
"You can judge for yourself," I told her. "I'll give you a couple to take to bed with you."
Kitty insisted that I use the shower first and I let the needle-like spray dissolve at least some of the tension from my aching muscles. My cock never became completely soft. It was still outlined when I came back into the living room with a red lounging robe wrapped around my six foot frame.
She had mixed two more drinks and was almost to the bottom of hers. Her eyes had difficulty focusing and she reeled a little when she climbed to her feet, clutching that flimsy negligee in front of her tits. Giving me a wink and a cute grin, she wiggled her ass off to the shower.
I found a couple of TV dinners in the refrigerator and popped them into the oven, my mind busy with the events of the past hour. The gin made it difficult to think clearly, but I realized I was host to one extremely passionate teenager. She had honestly enjoyed being screwed between those fabulous breasts and her orgasm had been the real thing.
When she returned she was wearing a pair of hip-hugging slacks and a matching halter. The slacks clung to her rounded hips like a second skin and the halter accented the deep cleft between her knockers, making her seem even more naked than before.
We ate with a minimum of conversation, avoiding each other's eyes but sneaking glances at appropriate moments. I felt about ten years younger and Kitty, in spite of the alcoholic glow, seemed more mature than before, and twice as desirable.
"I've started taking the pill, Uncle Steve." She said it without preamble, making me blink at her as the information sank in.
"I thought you said…" I began.
"I haven't done anything," she cut in. "I want the first time to be perfect. I mean the first time I go all the way." The natural flush of her lovely face deepened. "What we did was wonderful. But, it's not the same."
I nodded. "Tell me," I asked, "did you want to? Go all the way, I mean."
Her green eyes narrowed and her tongue poised, just touching the red arch of her upper lip. "I've never wanted anything else as much," she admitted. "But… I was scared. You're so big." Her eyes dropped studying the top of the small table.
"When I first reached for you I intended to ask you to do it to me. Then, when I saw how big, and hard it was, I chickened out. She hesitated. Are you angry with me?"
I covered her small hand with mine and felt her fingers curl confidently and warmly. "Good Lord, no!" I exclaimed. "I don't see things that way, Kitty. To me, sex is something you share with somebody. If it isn't mutual, it's nothing more than rape. And that's not my bag!"
"Will you be patient with me, Uncle Steve?" she whispered. "Just give me a little time."
"You make the rules, sweetheart," I told her. "We'll play it any way you want it."
She frowned. "Do you really mean that?"
I nodded. "All the way."
"There is something… No. You'd think I was crazy!"
"Look, Kitty," I said quietly. "If we're gonna be honest with each other, let's stop dodging certain things. There are lots of scenes I don't dig. But I don't knock them. Some people would think we were real nuts for what we just did."
She added her other hand and held mine as if for reassurance. "I've never actually seen two people make out," she said slowly. "I've heard Mother and Dad, of course. But I've never seen them. Pictures, drawings, things like that, but never the real thing. I… I think it would make it easier and better if I could see it for myself."
I tried to hide my excitement. "Do you want me to do this?"
Her blonde hair bobbed up and down. "Would you? I know it sounds terrible. But I'd make it up to you. It's just that I can't believe it can really go in there and not hurt! I know it does. But I've got to see it!"
I went through my mental file. "I think I can arrange it," I told her. "How about tomorrow morning?"
Her eyes widened. "Wonderful!"
I tugged my hand free and got up, going to the bookcase and returning with two paperbacks, turned so she couldn't see the covers.
"Here are two of my novels, Kitty," I told her. "You may find them a little shocking. I write for people who appreciate life as it really is."
"You mean they're dirty books?"
"Some people would think so," I agreed. "It depends on one's viewpoint. I don't know how you'll feel about them."
She got up and moved around the table, coming into my arms and shoving her hips against mine, her arms going about my neck.
"The dirtier they are," she promised, "the better I'll like them. Kiss me, Uncle Steve."
Her lips opened and I tasted that tongue again, bolder now, and licking against the roof of my mouth while her tits dug into my chest and her belly writhed against my cock.
Stepping back, she claimed the books and, without looking at them, headed for her room. In the doorway, she turned and blew me a kiss.
I set the alarm for seven-thirty and tumbled into bed. Maybe I was nuts for not inviting her to share my sack. But some inner sense told me it was smarter to play it her way. I had a half-assed plan already worked out. If I could pull it off, it would be well worth the effort.
I drifted into sleep and dreamed of a big field of firm, young breasts, and I was a bee with a honey sipper that resembled a long, thin prick. For most of the night I buzzed from nipple to nipple, sucking the orgasmic sweetness from the pulsating morsels. Then, right in the middle of the field, I found one big tit with a perfectly shaped cunt where the nipple should be. Hungrily, I rammed my sipper-cock into it and felt it suck back at me as my wings blurred with speed and I bored in and out, every stroke bringing a miniature explosion of ecstasy until the breast suddenly exploded with me and I sank into dreamless slumber.