Then, while she caught her breath, I slipped my hands beneath the firm globes of her ass and got a good grip. Kitty seemed to realize that I was getting ready for the home stretch and she locked her ankles a little higher on my waist.
"Fuck me!" she hissed, spasming her vagina about my prick with intentional contractions. "Fuck me hard!"
"Jesus!" I groaned, driving in and out with increasing speed and force, my belly slapping against hers and my balls making a sucking sound as they flopped wetly against her wriggling ass.
Faster and faster, each stroke sending a bolt of ecstasy through my felly and increasing the pressure in my loaded balls, my fingers clutching at her writhing ass and lifting the juicy cunt higher, filling it with my hardness and feeling its delightful shudderings as the vaginal muscles rippled and clenched in mounting response.
"Ohhhhhh!" Kitty screamed. She had felt my cock give that suggestive jerk and knew that I was about to blast my come into her belly. It was all she needed to shove her over the edge into another orgasm and this one was the one she had been waiting for, for fifteen years.
"Uuuuunnn Ggg Hhh!"
I pulled my cock almost out and let the first spurt lubricate the convulsing passageway even more, its hot blast triggering the undulating milking of her vaginal muscles.
"Aaaagggghhhhh!" I rammed nine inches of exploding prick into her and gave her the second jet directly against her womb mouth, feeling the hot suction as that greedy organ drew the sperm into its writhing folds.
"Uuuhhhh! Uuuuhhhhh! Uuuuhhh!"
With short, vicious jabs, I rammed in and out, deep and hard, spilling my cream with grunts of ecstasy until her spasming cunt had sucked the last thick streamer from my throbbing prick.
For a long time after our hips had stopped jerking, she couldn't speak. She grabbed my head and covered my face with kisses, her lips wet and panting, her tongue licking at my own open mouth in wild lashings. Her pussy kept squeezing my cock, tightening almost painfully about my fully hilted prong.
"It's so good!" she gasped, when she could finally speak. "Oh my God! It's so good! I didn't know it would feel so wonderful! Don't take it out, Uncle Steve! Please! It feels so big and hot inside me!"
Since I had already pumped two loads into her, one into her greedily sucking mouth and the other into that equally greedy cunt, I wasn't sure I could summon up another. But I hadn't reckoned with the persuasive power of a fifteen-year-old pussy that has just had its first taste of honest-to-God screwing.
Within minutes, I was pumping away again, sliding in and out of her like a battering ram and making her cry out with each thrust. It was easier going, for between the two of us, we had lubricated that vagina until it was like shoving through a mass of wriggling, hot oysters that had developed a hundred tiny mouths and were all sucking at my prick as it pushed and pulled through their powerful grip.
Kitty's pussy was one of those rare anatomical wonders which seems to develop an immediate ability to do exactly what it is supposed to. As my cock plunged in, stretching the vaginal walls until every nerve was exposed, she relaxed the muscles so that the sensation was that of forcing my way through hot wet folds that shivered and trembled about my entering prick. Then, just as the head buried itself in the yielding depths, the pussy lips tightened about the base of my shaft and the grip raced inward, squeezing my cock with an undulating convulsion that was repeated again and again as I drew back for another thrust. All of that action was in addition to the steady grinding of her ass, the quick upward lurch of her pelvis to meet the descent of my hips and the unpredictable rolling of the waterbed.
I didn't even slow down when she gasped her way into a new climax. While her pussy sucked and shivered, I kept right on driving in and out, making her squeal with each deep thrust of my nine-inch pole.
We were both sweating, our bodies sliding and plopping as I hunched away, fucking her with a rhythm that she matched perfectly with that grinding and milking cuntal caress. Her legs alternated between climbing high on my back and lowering so she could dig her heels into the bed and add extra leverage to her responsive thrust.
I counted five gurgling orgasms before my own pleasure soared into ecstasy and I short-stroked that dripping, clutching pussy with savage jabs until my semen spurted in to soothe the wildly convulsing womb.
Still joined, we rolled over and lay panting, kissing and grinning at each other like a couple of idiots until my cock slipped out of her pussy as it shrank to a limp, drained organ that dangled wet and sticky against my thigh.
Kitty sat up, extending her legs and spreading them, staring down at the matted hairs about her reddened slit. The flushed membranes oozed a thick whiteness, part of the two loads of come I had pumped into her belly.
"Ummmm!" she said softly, cupping her breasts and squeezing them until the flesh bulged between her fingers. "It feels like I'm full of come!"
"It looks like it, too," I grinned. "You take the shower first and I'll make us some drinks."
She leaned over and took my limp cock between her lips, rolling the head about with her hot tongue and sucking it with gentle tugs. Releasing it, she gave me an impish grin.
"Don't let that thing get away!" she warned, climbing over my legs. A trickle of jism rolled down the inside of one thigh as she stood up. Giggling, she wiggled into the bathroom.
I wobbled into the living room and gulped a jigger of bourbon straight before mixing a couple of stiff ones. My balls were almost back to normal and my prick had even gone so far as to lift its head a little at the prospect of another battle with that delicious slit.
Kitty came in, still running a towel over those lovely curves and walked into my arms, parting her lips for my kiss. Two minutes later, we were on the couch and my cock was slipping back into that spasming vagina for another session.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
It was one of the most wonderful nights I had ever spent. We slept in Kitty's bed, our bodies curled in close contact and our desire temporarily quenched.
Sometime in the early morning hours we awakened, coming together with a panting urgency that brought Kitty atop me, straddling my hips and guiding my cock into her hungry cunt. Crying out with pleasure, she impaled herself on the phallic spear and began fucking me with a savage hunching of her lithe hips, not pausing until I flooded her pussy with still another load of spurting semen.
We slept until noon and I took her again before she was fully awake, easing my prick between her thighs from the rear and slipping it into the delicious grip of her juicy cunt.
Her ass wiggled, shoving back to meet my deep thrusts, and she climaxed five times before my sperm volleyed against her hungry womb.
Kitty made me remain in bed while she showered and prepared a quick meal, reawakening me by rubbing the nipple of one bare breast against my lips. I bit it, making her squeal, and smacked her cute bottom as she danced away, gathering up a robe as she hurried from the room.
I grabbed a quick shower and joined her, wolfing down the toast and eggs, and following them with three cups of steaming coffee. Then, lighting a cigarette, I leaned back and studied the lovely creature who sat watching me with a curious stare.
"Are you going to tell Nadine about this?" I asked, watching her pluck a cigarette from the pack. I lit it for her before she answered.
"Did you think I would?" she demanded. The question didn't seem to surprise her.
"To be honest about it," I replied, "I hadn't thought about it until now. All I was interested in was getting into that hot little snatch."
She frowned. "Would it have made a difference if you had known I would?"