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.