It was six by the time we got home and seven by the time we had finished with the TV dinners and started in on the first drink of the evening.
Kitty disappeared into the shower and came back with a filmy negligee and not a damned thing on underneath. I gave a low whistle.
"You are a walking invitation to rape," I informed her.
She gave a suggestive drive of those boyish hips and shoved her plump little cunt at me. "Why do you think I put it on?" she grinned. Her face became serious. "Damn it! Why do I want it so much? Then, when I get the chance to actually do it, I chicken out! Shit!"
I had to laugh. She looked so damned sexy, yet so completely helpless in her confusion. For a moment she glared at me, half angrily. Then she saw the humor of the thing and joined in the laughter, her breasts jiggling and the little cherry tips dancing up and down under the negligee.
It was ten till eight when the telephone rang and I stopped trying to calculate the exact dimensions of Kitty's golden triangle to answer it.
It was Glenda, her voice hissing along the wire like an angry snake. One of those crazy, once in a lifetime coincidences had occurred, tossing our plans into the proverbial cocked hat.
Clyde, her husband, had bumped into Jim Carson that afternoon and Jim had suggested a foursome for the evening. Since Glenda hadn't mentioned Mabel Carson's alleged invitation, the only real problem was having our evening shot to hell.
"Goddamn it!" she complained. "I can't stop thinking about you and that waterbed! What am I gonna do?"
"Relax!" I soothed her. "We'll be back to normal next week and we can make up for lost time."
"That's not helping the way I feel right now!" she blazed back at me. "I need that big dick!"
She had to hang up quickly when Velvet came into the bedroom and there was just time to remind me that mine wasn't the only available tool in town, a fact of which I was fully aware. There wasn't enough time for me to answer that hers wasn't the only pussy, but I figured she knew that anyway.
Kitty was watching me with questioning eyes as I replaced the phone. "Isn't she coming?" she asked.
I wagged my head, explaining the mixup. "So, there's just the two of us." I got up and headed for the bar and a refill.
"Is that so bad?" Kitty demanded, following me and holding her glass in readiness. "Maybe I'll be able to make it."
We sank down onto the couch and I stretched out to place my head in her lap, feeling the heat of her cunt against the nape of my neck. Without any preliminaries, I lowered the drink to the coffee table and turned my face toward her warm belly, easing the filmy negligee aside until my lips could rove over the soft sweetness of her young flesh, kissing her just above the golden curls that hid her inviting slit.
She gave a little shiver and managed to get rid of her drink. Then she was leaning toward my middle, her fingers tugging at my zipper. I grabbed her hand.
"Hold it!" I said roughly. "Let's do this right."
I stood up just long enough to shed my clothes and help her out of that negligee and, before I could sit down again, she was on her knees, her hand wrapped about my swelling shaft and her lips fastened greedily about the sensitive knob.
Slowly, making sure I didn't pull my cock from that delightful grip, I eased my tail onto the couch and let her move in between my knees, slipping my fingers through those blonde waves and urging her head down a little farther.
Kitty was laving my cock with rapid swirlings of her hot tongue, tightening her lips about the shaft and sucking with increasing force. One hand dipped down to cradle my balls, squeezing them with just enough pressure to make my ass start hunching in time with the up and down motion of her mouth. The other hand was wrapped about the base of my prick, pumping and milking, drawing little spurts of pre-orgasmic cream from me with that delicious suction.
"Jesus!" I whispered, leaning back so I could see the way her lips curved about my cock. "That feels good! Are you gonna go all the way for me?"
Her teeth slid against my hardness as she gave me a quick nod and a little nasal whimper of assurance. She might be afraid to admit my prick into that little pussy, but she had decided to give me a complete blowjob. It was no time to do anything but settle down to enjoying the way her tongue was curving and twisting, pressing my cock up against her palate as she took it into her mouth, then dancing about the tip in a nervous fluttering as her head lifted to let it slide out again.
I wanted her in a different position, one which would enable me to do a little feasting of my own. But I didn't want to do anything which might break the rapport we had established. Kitty was enjoying her work and, although she was far from being an expert, she was managing to provide all the necessary elements of a first-rate blow job.
I couldn't help wondering what Nadine, my sister, would say if she were to walk in and see her daughter slobbering away on my prick, moaning and whimpering in between the long, deep tugs that kept my ass bouncing in happy cooperation. It probably wouldn't cause Nadine to raise an eyebrow, except to urge Kitty into a little more speed so she could move in for her own share.
Then, as the pleasure ripples became giant waves in my belly, I stopped thinking about anything but sliding my prick in and out between those wet, warm lips, and trying to get Kitty to suck a little harder. Each time the head slipped past the soft palate and rubbed the hotter area, far back in her mouth, the sensation became more intense, and her fingers slid a little closer to the base of my cock, feeding more of it between those greedy lips.
My prick gave a jerk, making her lips retreat to a firm grip just below the rim of the pulsating head. There, she tightened them and sucked me with a hunger that drew my come in savage spurts, lancing against her dancing tongue as her hand flashed up and down, fingers squeezing to add to my pleasure.
She didn't swallow until she had sucked the last drop from my throbbing cock. Then, with a little gurgle of satisfaction, she let the thick semen slide down her throat in two noisy gulps, keeping the head of my tool firmly entrenched inside that eager young mouth.
"Did I do it right?" she whispered, retreating to kiss my shaft and run her tongue over the hairy balls she had cupped in her palm. "I wanted to make it good for you."
"Wonderful!" I panted, stroking her blonde hair. "That tongue nearly drove me wild!"
She sat back on her heels, resting her arms on my thighs and staring at the column she had sucked so thoroughly. It was still hard, and I would have welcomed a second invasion of those moist lips. But, if I played things just right, I might persuade her to even more exciting pursuits.
"Let's have another drink," I suggested. I leaned forward and lifted her lovely face, covering her mouth with mine and tasting the faint musk of my own semen as her tongue slid between my teeth. My hand sought the contour of her right breast and found the nipple strutted against my palm, warm and damp with the dew of perspiration.
"You know," she admitted, breathing against my chin, "I almost made it."
I kissed the tip of her nose. "A lot of girls come when they do that," I told her. "I used to know one who couldn't make it any other way."
She got to her feet, making no effort to hide the exciting view of her silken crotch, and wiggled that cute little ass over to the bar to freshen our drinks. Over her shoulder, she called, "Tell me about her."
"That was at college," I answered. "You were about eight or nine years old."
She turned, holding the glasses and leaning against the bar. "Did you know I used to hope you'd make a pass at me when I was just a kid?"
I grinned. "I thought about doing it," I admitted. "You had a sexy little bottom. But you were always so damn shy!"
She wiggled back to hand me a drink and stood sipping her own. "One of my girl friends used to jack her brother off almost every night. He was a lot older than her, of course."