Bo was just easing his semi-solid cock out of her when her mind regrouped into awareness. "Ohh Bo." She was still wrapped in a soft sensuous blanket of contentment. "More, more!"
"Later Kitten," he grinned boyishly, "Now I really have to pee."
She felt their warm passion fluid cascade from her love hole and pour between the cheeks of her ass as his wondrous honker left her nest. "Rat," she crinkled her nose at him, "hurry back!" She felt so purrish, so fulfilled and, wonder of wonders, the terrible itch-ache monster that had lived so deep in her belly since first masturbation was finally calm, slain, dead. Oh, his wonderful cock. Why had she waited so long?
When she turned on her side to snuggle and rest while waiting his return, the first tinge of her fuck-abuse broke into her reverie. Her groin was sore, her crotch too. It wasn't a stabbing pain, just barely sore yet disturbingly uncomfortable. It was something like the time she had received a barium enema for x-ray. Her whole insides had dull-ached for hours. It was the same now, only slightly more so.
She ached and pressed on her puffy love hole. Oh my! The lips and vulva were strangely tingling, tender and sticky-slick. She looked at her fingers. Pinkish blood!!! Her blood mixed with come. Her heart flipped for a mini-second. Bo had torn something!!! Then she relaxed. Of course, he had torn something. It was from her dearly departed maidenhead. She should be sore. She had been abused, and the deep inner ache within her belly was from Bo's monstrous cock when he moved the protesting muscles and stretched his giant into space that had never been violated before. The ache was natural.
"All right, Kitten." Bo came in the door, his eyes bright, his beautiful tool semi-fat and swinging at a forty-degree angle. "That first was just a quickie. Now we get down to some serious loving."
Dee Dee looked at his fascinating pole pointing so invitingly at her. She would like to, she wanted to, but? "Maybe we better wait. I'm pretty aching down there."
Bo's heart fell down to his ass. She was turning him down, shutting him out. She was such a mind-blowing fuck that he had to have more. "Didn't you like it, Kitten?"
She smiled and hugged herself, mashing her luscious hillocks together. "Oh yesssss."
"Then why? What's the matter? You oughta… really."
"I told you Bo, you stretched me pretty good. I think I should rest it a bit. Maybe tomorrow."
That wasn't the reason and he knew it. It had been a quickie. Damn, he hadn't lasted long enough to satisfy her. Why hadn't he controlled himself? He had enough painful memories of being fast on the trigger. He should have learned by now. Women loved to fuck. If maneuvered and prepared properly in the foreplay, all will screw your eyeballs out the first time. But to be welcomed back, you had to satisfy the little devils. He obviously hadn't and was now out and off Kitten's list. God damn, no!! He couldn't live with that, wouldn't live with that, she was the tightest, best piece of tail he had ever had. He wanted more, needed more. "The soreness is just temporary, Kitten. It will leave, you'll see. Here, feel this, take hold of it." He waved his rising, warming twat-thriller for her hand.
Dee Dee gripped and felt the warmth, the sponge-rubber goodness of the hardening hammer, and for the first time looked really close. The knob and glans penis were a deep velvet maroon, like a tender plum topping a thick purple, pink-veined shaft. She squeezed gently and watched the head swell slightly, turn a deeper purple and twitch-jump.
The pumping life in it sent electric currents through her body as if she had touched a faulty appliance. It had felt good in her. NO, it had felt much more than good, it had felt wonderful, ecstatic. So insanely delicious and joyous she had fainted from the ecstatic delight. Still, she was sore. She forced her hand open and away from his key to heaven. "I better not. Maybe tomorrow."
"Tomorrow? No, look Kitten, you shouldn't wait. It's, it's like falling off a horse. You've got to get back on or you'll be afraid the rest of your life."
"I'm not afraid." Dee Dee grinned and started off the bed to wash herself. "I'm just a little sore."
"Wait, you can't wait until tomorrow. You have to take care of Herbie and Bruce tonight. We better make sure. Come on, you'll like it, you'll see." He cupped one of her voluptuous breasts as she started on her way to the toilet.
His touch tripped another warm volt throughout her body. Oh Jesus! She ought to. He was probably right. If you fall off a horse… but wait. She was just sore, not frightened. You can't rub soreness away if it was the rubbing that had caused the soreness in the first place. Bo knew that, he knew everything, so why was he… she looked up and into Bo's anguished eyes and suddenly knew the answer.
It was like a blinding flash revelation that swept away her girlhood questions and confusions as to why the boys had acted silly around her when she wore sweaters, shorts, and halters or bikinis on the beach. Fucking was wonderful to her, but to boys and men it must be an addition, something they had to have, and if Bo's eyes and cock were any barometer, it was something they would do or say anything to do. Oh my! The knowledge almost overpowered her. Now she knew why Bo was so insistent. He had to know another fucking right now would make her worse, but he couldn't help himself. Poor baby. Her heart went out to her lovable brother. "NO." She shook her head but sadly smiled to show she understood. "It wouldn't help, but I'll let you do it again. Honest, I promise."
Bo looked crushed and kicked his foot, but let her pass.
Dee Dee left the battered Model "A" on the street outside Bo's apartment building and walked to school. Regardless of her concern about the car her missing three classroom periods, wondering if her soreness would be gone by tonight and the excuse she would give Aunt Clara for not helping with her room, she felt delightfully different.
There was a looseness in her walk that allowed more than just free striding. Along with her maidenhead she had lost her innocence and her fears and doubts of childhood. She was now a woman and didn't give a damn if she missed school or cleaned her room, it just wasn't important anymore.
Aunt Clara must have sensed her new-found strength. "Well all right," she said, "but if you have to have Bo help you with your homework, you can't be learning much. When will you be home?"
Dee Dee was tempted to say, "When I get there," but, "Oh, around nine or ten. I'll look in on you so you'll know I'm okay."
"That's my girl," Aunt Clara smiled and hugged her hard. "Give me some sugar."
Dee Dee felt mischievous and offered her lips. As she walked to Bo's she wondered about Aunt Clara. She had accepted her lips too eagerly and hugged a little bit too hard… almost as Bo had. Then again maybe she was imagining it. She was keyed-up about tonight and maybe reading love and sex into everything. There would be two of them tonight, Herbie and Bruce. Oh dear! Would she be able to handle them? Men had such big cocks and she was so tiny down there.
Herbie was undressed to his shorts when he let her in. He was tall as Bo, but darker and thinner. His hair stood every which-way over his long, pimpled face. A whooping crane popped into Dee Dee's mind. He had the same long skinny neck, narrow body shoulders and was underfed with Popeye hairy legs. She glanced at his crotch. There wasn't much of a bulge. She coughed a nervous giggle. Maybe he didn't have one.
"What's so funny?" Herbie was suddenly nervous and edgy. "If you weren't here within another ten minutes, I wouldn't have fixed your car."
"I'm here." Dee Dee controlled herself. "I said I would be. Where's Bruce?" She glanced around the small, cluttered apartment.
"Overtime," Herbie seemed uncertain, "You know what the deal is, don't you!"
The tone of his voice snapped her eyes to his and flushed her newly-discovered power. Why, he's begging me! He's not setting any demands, I am. He will fix my car if I just promise him what he wants. I don't really have to do anything tonight.
"Well, don't you?"
Dee Dee noticed his shorts had begun to bulge. "I know," she replied.
"Ok then," Herbie took her upper arm and started towards the bedroom with some authority in his voice, "get your clothes off and let's get with it."
Dee Dee was going to tease Herbie a little bit and put him off. Even after eleven hours her vagina was still tender. But when he took her arm and brushed her rounded hip with his crotch lump, the itch-ache monster so deep within her groin reincarnated and snapped its teeth. She went meekly and was surprised. She didn't have to do this. She could put him off. Besides, she was sore. So why was she obeying like some damn little kid?
Herbie closed the bedroom door and dropped his shorts. His pale ivory shaft sprang straight out.
Dee Dee was pleased and relieved. It wasn't as large nor thick as Bo's, yet she was strangely fascinated and found herself breathing faster. He hadn't been circumcised so his glans penis wasn't pronounced. Only a small purple tip peeked through the ivory, semi-transparent foreskin.
"Feel it." Herbie pulled at her hand. She opened and grabbed involuntarily. It was so hot, so firm. Her itch-ache monster throbbed inside her.
"AAwww," Herbie moaned at her touch and that did it for Dee Dee. She suddenly wanted him in her, wanted to feel the massaging hardness of his tool deep in her love hole. She let go and stripped her clothes, then jumped on the bed. "All right," she was panting, "come on, come on."
Herbie damn near came at the sight of her nakedness. Her body was even better than he had imagined. Her large creamy breasts were cupped upward, the hard little pink nipples pointing to the ceiling. Her waist was so small he could damn near circle it with his hands. Then her soft heart-shaped hips flared out and down to a hint of silken hair at her triangle-shaped bush. Oh shit! The nights he had beaten his meat while moaning for Dee Dee. Never in his wildest jack-offs did he believe he would ever get to fuck her. His cock jumped and rose straight up. His balls began to swell. God damn, if he kept standing here dreaming, he would come at the world and not get in her.
"Open up," he said. "Open up." He crawled between her warm velvet thighs.
Dee Dee felt his hot cock poking to enter her. Herbie hit first on one side of her quim, then the other and then too high.
"Put it in, for Christ sake." Dee Dee practically threw her hand to his crotch. "Hurry."
His excitement rippled through her when she grabbed his burning cock. One moment her private monster was stirring and the next it was writhing, roaring its needs and demanding his probing love stick. She had never done this before. But, out of her urgency, she swiped his cock once down her seeping, hot, needing cunt lips then aimed dead-center. Herbie poured into her in one rapid thrust.
"Aaaaahhhhh, God," he cried, "Aaaaaaahhhhhh!"
She felt his branding iron prick expand and swell as it forged deeper in her fuck sleeve. Oh God, it was good. So heavenly. Even though it wasn't as large as Bo's, her silken crevice clutched as tightly and gave entry as reluctantly. When their pelvic bones meshed, she felt first the jerking, then the boiling spit of Herbie's cock, and he screamed.
Dee Dee's whole body went into a time-stop motion. A heavenly, rapturous joy exploded in her womb and sent delicious fingerlets of warm goodness racing through her. "Oooohhhh Gooooddd, ggaawwd!"
Herbie's cock spewed and twitched with each of their moans and oaths and radiated jettisons of exquisite jewel pleasure throughout her being. When the ravenous glow subsided and Herbie lay collapsed on her gasping for breath, she felt cheated… unfulfilled.
"That, that was awfully fast." She wasn't happy with Herbie. Her itch-ache was still there.
"I know," Herbie gasped, "I couldn't help it."
Dee Dee let him lay full-weight on her while he caught his breath. She sure wasn't happy. But why wasn't she? What was wrong with her? She had not wanted to screw Herbie or Bruce in the first place. She was only doing it to get the car fixed. She should be glad he was like a jack rabbit. No… not should be… was glad. "If you're through," she put ice in her voice, "let me up."
Herbie blew out a breath and worked back on his hands over her and looked down. "Who says I'm through?" he said grinning. Then he dropped his mouth to her breasts.
"Oooohhhh…" his fiery tongue created waves of delight. Damn him, he got what he wanted, he had come. Then why didn't she kick him off? She had fulfilled her part of the bargain… but… ohhhh it felt so good.
Herbie braced himself with his left arm and brought his right hand to Dee Dee's lovely mounts of soft protuberances. He squeezed and mashed the pink rubber-hard corona upwards where he could tooth the berry on all sides while pinching and caressing the warm deliciousness. He had never before came twice in a woman without taking it out and resting. But then, he had never fucked such a beautiful girl nor had such a tight-grabbing pussy on his prick.
"What the hell!" His cock was hardening again. He moved it out and in a quarter-inch to test its rigidness for thrusting. Her marvelous cunt clutched at his retreat then surrendered when he eased back in. It was going to get hard. It was getting hard! Shit and balls, what a pussy! Her luscious tit tasted so good he wanted to bite off the tantalizing nipple and bury his nose inside her glowing succulent globes. He drew his cock halfway out then plunged to the hilt. He damn near came again when he felt her helping. Well all right, all right! He lay full-weight on her torrid body, kneeling, caressing and sucking one quivering lustful breast as he worked his free left hand to her rock-hard, hot ass cheeks.
Dee Dee wasn't angry anymore. She was in love. In love with the incandescent glow Herbie's mouth was building in her breast, building in her bucking salivating furnace with his rock-hard shaft and building on her ass cheeks with his mashing, digging fingers. She wanted more of his throbbing rod in her, needed more. The mind-blowing trigger of exquisite rapture lay just beyond the bottoming boomer.
"Deeper," she panted, "harder, deeper…oooohhh, fuck me, fuck me."
"You're getting it all," Herbie grunted.
"Deeper… please… deeper!" Pulsating waves of delight radiated far in her crevice. "Ooooohhhhh." She was on the brink of pure heavenly ecstasy. She felt her love juice oozing around his driving prick. "More… more!!"
"OK, OK." Herbie withdrew his burning rod and sat on his knees. "Get on your hands and knees… hurry."
My God, she could scream. She was almost there. She needed more and he took it all away. She didn't know what he was going to do, and she didn't really care as long as he put his fuck wand back in her. She flipped over and rose on hands and knees. Herbie entered her from the rear… "Oooohhhh Gawwwd!" She dropped her face on the pillow and strained her ass upwards like a cat getting fucked. "That's it… that's it. Ooooohhhaaaawwww!" Some of heaven's delights released throughout her. The best was still to come.
Herbie paused balls deep until her orgasm quit then started again. "It's called dog-fashion. Gives me another quarter-inch."
"Oooohhh yes!"
Herbie lay her on her back and grabbed handfuls of dangling resilient mammary mounts. This was heaven. If he died tomorrow he had been properly fucked tonight. He dug his fingers into her magnificent tits and pulled as he drove in his cock. Then he shifted to the nipples and mash-pinched when he backed out. Yes! Yes! This was fucking. His cock was at the ungodly good erogenous stage where each sucking, grabbing, 'won't let go' stroke tingled his balls and bathed his entire body with succulent bliss.
Dee Dee was moaning a wanton "Ohhhhh, ohhhhhhh," on each stroke and burrowing her viscous jism-slick sleeve for more. Herbie couldn't stand it. Her exquisite cunt furnace throat was ungodly tight and slick. He wanted more of his cock in her. More of himself in her steaming, luxurious, pussy-mashing softness. His cock was swelling, priming. He was going to explode, to come, and he couldn't get it in any farther. Oh shit, asshole, fuck, cunt… he was coming, coming. "Aaaaaa wwwwwwwaaahhhhhh!!!"
Dee Dee felt Herbie's great gobs of molten jism cascade into her fiery want-tube, igniting sudden swells of joy and goodness. "Oooohhhh!" She moaned and quivered but the mammoth exquisite mind-blowing orgasm did not follow. It was just beyond. Oh God! Oh God! She pushed her consuming, needy, carnal fuck hole into Herbie for one more thrust to release the everlasting bliss. But it didn't come. Herbie collapsed on her back and panted. Oh shit, damn. "One more," she hunched her ass backwards and begged. "One more, hurry!" But his cock was barely twitching. He was through.
Dee Dee bit her lip in frustration. What was the matter with him? Why didn't he let her come? The damn monster in her belly was worse than ever.
"Oh yes," a boyish tenor voice came from the doorway, "I see you have started without me."
It startled Dee Dee. She turned to a short, fat Bruce leering in the doorway.