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!"