"Did he ever do it to her?" I asked.
She nodded. "Finally. She was nearly eleven then. After that, she couldn't get enough. I think she screwed half the boys in school."
She sat down on the couch, at the far end, where our bodies wouldn't touch. "Tell me about that girl," she said. "The one who came when she went down on you."
"Her name was Helen," I began. "A tall girl with a set of fabulous knockers and a pair of thighs that we used to call nut-crackers."
I hadn't seen Helen Crompton in years. But the memory of her oral artistry was still fresh in my mind. She seemed, at first contact, to be a real iceberg, and most of the other students gave her a wide berth when they found out she couldn't be laid on the first date.
I met her on a blind date and, since I had already been briefed on her assumed frigidity, I played it cool, not trying to go beyond a little heavy necking in the back seat of Tom Lawson's old Buick. She was cooperative as hell with her tongue and made no objection when I opened her blouse and started munching on those big tasty nipples.
In the front seat, Tom was already pounding the meat to one of our appreciative little cheerleaders, so neither of them was paying any attention to what we were doing in the back.
I grabbed Helen's hand and dragged it down to where my cock was trying to shove its way out of my slacks and pressed her fingers about the throbbing length. It was just as if I had lit a firecracker under the girl. Still shoving her tongue down my throat in excitement, she had me unzipped and my tool pulled out before I knew what was happening.
Before that, I had had to persuade my dates to lower their pretty heads over my rearing manhood, and more than a few had flatly refused. But Helen didn't wait for an invitation. She went down on me like a steam-heated suction pump, and that tongue performed like a sex-crazed snake.
Once her lips slid over the engorged head, they kept right on sliding until she had the entire cock in her mouth and throat and her nose was buried against my pubic arch. Since that was the first time any girl had taken the whole works, I damn near blew my load right then and there. As it was, she managed about a dozen full-length strokes with those hot wet lips before I blasted my come between her tonsils.
As she gulped my cream, her ass jerked and wiggled on the seat and she kept whimpering in between the quick swallows. When it was over, I asked her if she had really climaxed, and she admitted that she had.
About a week later, she let me take her to a motel and screw her, working her hips cooperatively until I unloaded in that tight little cunt. But, she informed me, she didn't enjoy it. Her pelvic action was all for my benefit.
Only when I crammed my cock into that hungry mouth did she start whining her way to an orgasm that left her pussy dripping and ready for another furious assault.
For about a year and a half, until she dropped out of school and went back to some hick town in south Georgia, she gave me all the pussy I could handle. But, for each deposit in that delightfully tight snatch, I had to provide another for her greedy mouth.
"Wow!" Kitty exclaimed when I finished the recital. "She must have been some girl!"
She was a little tipsy from the liquor, but she insisted we have at least one more. In between sips, she leaned over and ran her tongue over the head of my cock, giggling as I shivered. The ice in the drink made her tongue feel like a cold snake.
When the glasses were empty, she rose to her feet, swaying a little, and tugging at my hand.
"I want to tryout that waterbed!" she insisted.
The whiskey had enveloped me in a warm glow and I would have cooperated in anything she suggested. The very least that would happen would be a repeat of that exciting oral job. Happily, I followed her wriggling ass into my bedroom and watched her plop down on the undulating surface.
Before she could object, I was on top of her, my mouth clamped over her parted lips and my chest pressing down on those warm, firm tits. Her legs parted and I adjusted my hips to bring the head of my cock into position, just touching the juicy lips of her virginal cunt, pressing just enough to part the tender labia and let the heat of her vagina bathe my pulsing glans.
"Baby!" I breathed, releasing her lips and moving my mouth against hers. "Let me put it in!"
"Oh! Uncle Steve!" she whimpered, her arms tightening about my neck and her thighs clamping my hips. It was neither a positive nor a negative reaction. She was afraid to say yes, and too hot to say no. I could feel the delightful nibble as the cuntal sphincter tightened and relaxed. I pushed a little harder and the hot tissues gripped the head of my prick like a pair of incredibly tight lips.
"Ohhhhhhh!" she moaned, her nails digging into my shoulders.
She had her eyes closed and her lower lip tucked between her teeth. But she still hadn't said no. So, I gave her a little more.
"Unnngggrrr!"
It was like shoving through a tight rubber band. The head slipped into her vaginal sheath and the lips clamped about the shaft in a continual flexing. Inside, the tissues seemed to roll and shudder about the glans. Jesus! It felt good! I told her so.
"Just a little more, sweetheart!" I pleaded, feeling the pressure of her thighs relax a little. There was no hymenic barrier. Just the incredible tightness as I fed my cock into the slowly yielding cunt.
"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" she whined, her legs creeping up to encircle my waist. Her ass gave a little jerk and the bed made the motion slide her pussy upward another inch, becoming an undulation that frictioned my cock in and out with short, rhythmic strokes that massaged her vaginal lips and stroked the aroused membrane just inside the opening.
She sucked in a deep breath and reached up for a little more, drawing my prick into her with savage contractions and instinctive wigglings of her invaded pelvis.
"That's it!" I panted, trying to keep from ramming it in. "Keep working that ass, baby!"
The feel of that slippery grip was almost more than I could take without blowing my stack. But we were making headway. Little by little, inch by inch, my cock was sliding into her pussy. What made it so delightful was the waterbed's action. No matter how she moved, her cunt slid up and down, and that gave the head of my prick a massage that was drawing me closer and closer to an orgasm I couldn't long resist.
Suddenly, a violent shudder rippled through her body and her ass jerked out of control, grinding in the convulsive spasms of a climax that threatened to chew my cock off as the vagina squeezed and relaxed.
"Uuuuhhh!" she gasped, helpless for the moment to do anything but enjoy the shockwaves of ecstasy. It was the moment I had waited for.
With a grunt of pleasure, I shoved my cock into her until my balls were rolling against her writhing ass and my pubic bone was rubbing the clitoral wedge. Kitty's eyes popped open and stared at me in sheer unbelief. Her pussy was flexing and shivering about nine inches of throbbing cock.
"Uncle Steve!" she whispered fiercely, pulling my lips down to hers, starting to rotate her ass underneath me.
Then there was no need for words. I pulled back until the head of my cock was trapped by the tight lips of her cunt and rammed it home, making her grunt as the head plunged through the resisting tissues and thrust against her cervical entrance. The water bed rolled and her ass described a swift, helpless bobbing that jabbed the bottom of her hot pussy upward with each undulation.
"UR! UR! UR!" Since I had her mouth covered and her tongue pulled out as far as I could suck it, all she could do was make a nasal grunting at the constant thumping inside her hungry cunt. I got about five or six good thrusts in before she was whimpering her way through another orgasm, her juices bubbling up about my shaft and soaking my balls. I didn't pound her while she was coming. Instead, I worked my ass in a quick circling that massaged the entire length of her vagina until she was almost out of her mind with pleasure.