"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.
CHAPTER TWO
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.