Dee Dee didn't like Bruce. It wasn't his short, rounded body, or his bad teeth, or pudgy hands that always looked dirty. It was… just Bruce, the way his beady little eyes seemed to devour her. His nasty smirk and questionable "Oh yeah!" to her most innocent of remarks. That was it. Bruce read dirt and filth into everything she said and did and she didn't like it.
He was stripping now, peeling his shirt from his lumpy fat-rolled body, kicking off his shoes, dropping his pants. He was ugly.
"Your turn." Herbie drew his semi-soft cock out of her and released a hot stream of their jism to drool into her pubes and dirty her pubic hairs.
Now that the glow was gone, she sat up and watched Bruce work his shorts over his short, stubby, stiff cock and drop his shorts. Her ache was thumping in her groin, but worse, her whole pelvis seemed tender, uncomfortable, sore. The sight of his prick did nothing for her. No! That wasn't true. It convinced her she was much too sore. She started off the bed.
"Hey!" Bruce was surprised. "Where you going? Lay down there."
"I have to clean."
"No you don't!" Bruce set his hand on one of her warm, resilient globes and stopped her. "I'll clean you… my way! Lay down there, Honey!" He half-pushed.
Dee Dee almost shrank from his touch. "No," she said, "tomorrow!"
"What!! Tomorrow, shit! Now! A deal's a deal and I'm ready now! Get down there!!!"
His sudden anger shocked and frightened her. Why, he was a dangerous, nasty little man. She had misjudged his soft, fat, body-incompetence for weakness. In reality he was capable of hurting her if crossed. She softened her tone and painted a smile. "You're right, I agreed. It's a deal. I won't back out, but not tonight, I'm sore, honest, real sore. Besides it's getting too late and I have to get home." She broadened her smile to convince him. "Tomorrow will be better. I won't be sore and can do you right. You do want me right, don't you?"
He calmed some. "You're sore, huh? How about your mouth? Nothing sore about that, is there?"
"My mouth?" Dee Dee didn't understand.
"Sure," he smirked, "a blow job will tide me over until tomorrow."
Dee Dee's stomach flopped at the thought. "You mean, suck on your thing?"
"Yeah… my cock… Blow me!"
Dee Dee pushed by him. "I've got to clean," she said and half-ran from his protests. She couldn't do that. She couldn't put his nasty thing in her mouth. She swallowed hard to stay her churning stomach. She wouldn't do it and that was all there was to it.
In the bathroom she thought about a warm shower to cleanse the salty sticky perspiration from her body. Then shook her head. Female instinct warned against soaping her charms without a locked door between her and stiff cocks. She cleaned with a washcloth, then called for her clothes from the toilet. Bruce protested, but Herbie agreed that after the fucking he had given her, she had to be sore and brought her clothes.
"Tomorrow then, damn it." Bruce had put on his shorts. "And you're going to suck it, plus fuck me or I won't fix your car!"
Dee Dee smiled and left the apartment just happy to be out of that. But what about tomorrow?
Aunt Clara was waiting when she arrived home. "Where's your books?" she asked.
The question startled Dee Dee. She had been so anxious to get away from Bruce, she had run off without them. "Oh," her mind raced, "I left them with Bo. He's going to type them for me. I'll stop by in the morning."
Aunt Clara looked doubtful. "He's going to one finger type? What brought that on?"
Dee Dee shrugged, it had been a foolish thing to say. "I don't know. I'm beat. Good night."
She started for the stairs and her room, but, Aunt Clara stopped her with a sharp, "Hold it!" then softened her face to a smile. "Not without my sugar," and held out her arms.
Dee Dee accepted the pleasant warm hug and offered her mouth. Aunt Clara kissed her tenderly, then turned her and slapped her ass cheeks, sending her on her way. "Devil!" she smiled. "Off to bed with you!"
Dee Dee tucked her billowy wheat-colored hair into a shower cap, then allowed the soothing warm spray to drain off her weariness before soaping. It had been an eventful day. Bo had broken her and slain her terrible dragon itch-ache with his wonderful tool. It had been so heavenly, so mind-blowing, she didn't know how she survived. Herbie had been all right as long as he lasted. But throughout his total efforts, he couldn't quite still her need or soar her to the heights.
Her stomach muscles twitched under her soapy massage and radiated a stirring growl from her private beast. Damn, Herbie had done or not done, more than not satisfy her. She was uneasy again, nervous and frustrated. Her hand strayed to her quim. A tinge of soreness cleared her mind. She removed her hand as if it were caught in a flame. What was the matter with her? Masturbation had never satisfied her desires. Only Bo had done that with his wondrous meat-pole. She warmed at the thought. That was it! Maybe she would stop by his place in the morning.
Bo fought out of the arms of sleep and grumble-stumbled to the door. God damn, it was only a quarter after seven, if it were not Bruce and Herbie banging around for their breakfast, it was some asshole salesman. He wondered if he would ever get eight hours of sleep. He jerked the door open to a smiling Kitten.
Bo's blues left him in a rush and he grinned. She hadn't lied. She did come back. He knew he had hurt her yesterday. He should have played more, prepared her better, taken more time with his entry. But he had lost control just like some eager, pimple-faced virgin brat. It would have served him right if she had cut him off forever. But she hadn't. At least, he thought she hadn't, or rather, she didn't seem to be mad at him and for what other reason would she…?
"Well," she pushed on the door and brushed by him, "if you're not going to invite me in, I'll come in anyway!"
Bo closed the door, his heart jumping. There was a mischievous twinkle in her soft brown eyes and a slight exaggeration in her arching back that forced her lovely breasts to strain and jelly-move. Maybe she had come to fuck! What the hell did he have to lose by asking. After, she had promised him more.
"You come for some of this, Kitten!" He pointed to his semi-hard piss hard-on.
She wrinkled her nose. "Maybe. But Aunt Clara thinks I'm here to pick up my homework that you one-finger typed for me last night. Just in case she asks you."
Bo grinned, circled his arm around his lovely sister and started her toward the bedroom. "What did she do? Give you a bad time last night?"
She moved without urging. Now if he could just keep her mind elsewhere, he would have her undressed and be balls-deep in her hot, luscious, silken, tight cunt before she knew what was happening.
"Not really a bad time." Dee Dee seemed unsure. "It was probably my imagination. I knew what I had been doing, but she acted and looked as if she did too. It was scary."
Bo undid her blouse buttons. "Bruce told me about last night. Man, was he mad!" Bo opened the blouse, peeled it back and allowed Kitten to let it slip off her arms. "He said if you don't suck him tonight, he won't fix the car. What happened?" He fumbled at her bra snaps. She smelled so fresh, clean, and female. He felt his cock jump with expectation.
"I couldn't…" she hesitated, "suck his thing!! I never have! I… I don't know how! Besides. He came in when Herbie and I were in the middle of doing it. Heavens!!" She blushed. "When I think of him seeing us!"
Bo unlocked the snap combination and released the straps. He casually stripped the straps from her milky-white shoulders and freed her voluptuous, lovely breasts. His balls twitched a single ache. Kitten's tits were such an exquisite matched set of magnificent mammary splendor. The areolas were so purplish, the nipples so blushing pink, proud, and youthful. He cupped one gently and thrilled when Dee Dee gave a quivered "Ummmmm". They were so soft, warm, and resilient. He allowed his fingers to bury themselves in the luxurious velvet, then tingle-inched the hard erect nipples. "Ummm," Kitten moaned again. Her eyes were closed, and she pressed her urgent breast into his hand.
He had her! She was his! "I'll teach you how to suck a cock, Kitten. There's nothing to it. Watch!" He quickly dropped his head and drew one of the erotic, crinkled pink buttons between his lips. She trembled and moaned again and grabbed the back of his head, mashing him tight.
Bo nibbled the sweet raisin, then released long enough to say, "Get your clothes off, Kitten, you're ready!"
Dee Dee was more than ready, she was on fire! His lips and teeth were driving her wild! She wondered if it felt this good to Bo, then knew it must or he wouldn't be doing it. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall, then quickly pulled off her panties. Lordy! Her pussy was burning, itchy and leaking slippery prick lubricant. Her ache-monster was lashing out again, demanding meat. Bo's meat. Bo's huge, hard, wonderful pole was poised and ready. She grabbed and circled the living steel. Feeling its hotness, squeezing until the glans penis turned deep purple, then gently pumping on it. Oh it would have to taste good, just have to! She ran her tongue around the inside of her mouth and tried to simulate its feel.
Bo's teeth and tongue were radiating ecstatic, electrical pulsations of provocative lust throughout her body. She pumped faster on his volcanic horn. His tongue was flying over breast corona, his teeth were biting harder and igniting stronger sparks of staccato pleasure that seemed to transmit from her cunt to her brain to her hand and into his stone-hard slammer. It was hardening, swelling, straining with every stroke and would surely burst.
"Stop," Bo panted, pulling away from her nipple and halting her frantic jack-off. "You'll make me come." He took a deep breath and strained rigid.
Dee Dee was fascinated. He looked like a statue. His face was red. His veins were corded up in his neck, his eyes were squeezed shut. His huge, reddened hammer was poised, trembling upward and looked extremely explosive, volcanic! As she watched, his monster gave an upwards twitch and oozed one drop of clear thick fluid. Then he relaxed and grinned at her.
"That was close, Kitten. I damn near ended up fucking the world. Let's go to bed."
Dee Dee was transfixed by the love drop that was slowly oozing to the underside of his tremendous spigot.
"What? What does it taste like?" She indicated with her eyes.
"Lick it and see." Bo grinned. "You'll like it! I made it myself!"
Dee Dee bent, then wasn't sure if she wanted to. Did she really want to?
The pure male musk odor of desire was stronger than she had ever smelled. It surprised her. So this is where it came from. She had wondered where and why it happened to boys when she allowed them to kiss and hug her in cars. It had never offended, just puzzled her. All her dates had smelled of after shave or cologne of some sort or another at the beginning of the evening, yet, while kissing her good night, ended reeking of this. She was curious.
She tested the warm drop with her tongue tip and almost fell away from the unexpected pleasure shock that blasted from penis glans to tongue tip. She quivered from the erogenous electricity.
"No Kitten," Bo placed his hand on the back of her head. "That's just teasing!" He pulled her face to his glowing knob. She opened her mouth and inhaled his hot cock head. Oohh myyy!
The searing huge pole filled her entire mouth. It was hard, yet resilient, and tasted slightly salty but exciting and good. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and rolled her head over the velvety hammer head. Ooohh mmyyy! She was leaking again. His cock was delicious. She grabbed and held with both her tiny soft hands and tried to get more of the goodness into her mouth.
"Awwwww!" A moan slipped out of Bo. If his baby sister wasn't a cock-sucker, she would do until one came along. There was no sense in trying to force more of his threatening prick in her mouth. There wasn't a chance she could swallow it. No female could. He was just too damn fat and large. Because he had passed the initial danger point, he could afford to let her slobber and enjoy. While she sucked, Bo backed slowly to the bed and sat, amused at how Kitten followed, never releasing her meat sucker.
It was pleasant. No! It was more than pleasant, it was heaven! He lay on his back on the bed and set his legs around and over Kitten's soft shoulders, resting his heels on her back. She was now kneeling on the floor, between his legs and going crazy with her new toy.
"Lick it all Kitten… kiss my balls!"
She did. Shhittt! Her soft hugging lips and sharp little teeth gnawed down his throbbing cock, then up, then back down to his nuts. He felt her wee hot hand fondle and test his growling balls. Then her searing tongue and lips played, squeeze-pinched on one ball, then she sucked it into her wet burning mouth. "Owww," he moaned as the titillating currents of joy erupted and radiated through him. He wanted meat on his cock. He wanted hot, boiling cunt jism bathing his yearning pole and needed the massaging of ungodly soft clutching cunt muscles.
"Get on it, Kitten!" He implored. "Sit on it! Oh Jesus, fuck me!!"
Dee Dee was in a quandary. She didn't want to quit. She wanted to feel the volcanic eruption of his orgasm and taste his hot delicious juice as it poured into her mouth. She had to know if she could give him pleasure and make him come. Yet, her itch-ache monster was stirring her stomach muscles and demanding release. She knew Bo's magnificent prong rammed deep in her wanting cavern could and would kill her personal hell beast, but she wasn't certain that just this sucking would. She went with the odds. She released the wonderful flute. "How do I get on it? It's so big!"
Bo scooted up and lay flat on the bed with his huge thick pole erect. "Just straddle me, Kitten, and lower yourself on it."
Dee Dee didn't know. Lord Jesus, was his horn ever large. Even though she had it in her once before, she still wasn't convinced her tiny pussy would stretch around it without pain. Still she needed it. She crawled on Bo, then eased back until she felt his living club press against her ass cheeks and vulva. It was hot and good, so hard and throbbing she had to have it in her. She didn't know quite what she was doing, but she quickly came at just the touching of his heater. Suddenly, she didn't care if it hurt. She inched her burning ditty up his tool to engulf it. Up, up, up, to the throbbing monstrous head, then she couldn't get her tight slit to swallow it. "It won't work," she wailed, "I can't do it."
"On your heels, Kitten!" Bo gentled, "position over it, then squat down."
"Oh Jesus! Oh Jesus!" Her wanting juice was almost dripping out of her needing hole. She pushed back hurriedly and stood over Bo. Then cautiously bent her knees until her slobbering, burning twat touched his fountainhead. But it wouldn't work. It was too big, it would hurt, but she couldn't help herself! She dipped slightly and felt his fiery knob barely enter. Ohhh, she sucked in her breath as a tremendous electrifying jolt of ecstatic pleasure mixed with a tinge of hurt, cascaded through her. She couldn't take his monster. She would be split in two. It was the wrong position. It… then the strength went out of her knees as a surge of luxurious, erotic deliciousness swept over her and she sat hard, embedded on his pole.
"Aaaahhhh!" She screamed at the excruciating, ravenous, ecstasy as his monstrous fuck horn stretched and exploded her tight, newly violated sugar tube.
She didn't faint, but spots of pain-deliciousness swam before her eyes, and her breath came in short gasping pants.
"Oh Gaawwwd!" Bo moaned, then let out his breath and grinned at her. "See Kitten! Now move around as you want!" He reached and started kneading her tingling, demanding voluptuous breasts.
The sudden erotic pain-goodness jolt gentled into an incandescent wanton glow as she relaxed her deep tube muscles and allowed his hot cudgel to nestle and soak. His erogenous fingers were swelling her voluptuous breasts which in turn were sparking and igniting tantalizing lustful vibes from her deep pussy labyrinth. This was what she wanted. This was what she needed. She moved and squirmed for more of his passion wand, then gasped when their pubes welded.
His monstrous cock was in so deep it was actually pressing to enter her womb orifice. She flinched from pain-delight then cautiously tried again. She centered her womb orifice over his blunt rod and ease-pushed, testing. It hurt terribly. Yet through the pain, sparkles of pure ecstasy popped and exploded. Still, it wasn't worth it. She raised her ass halfway up his wondrous cock, feeling her burning salivating cunt throat turn almost inside out in reluctant submission. She paused then drove down hard for the ravenous thrills.
"Oh God!" she yelled from rapture and did it again, and again.
His rock-hard tool was driving her to a frenzy. The harder she pumped her clinging ass the greater her sensuous joy. His smooth hot poker was tearing out her pussy canal, and she didn't care. She bucked and drove. Squeezing her inner muscles, sucking with her guts for Bo's boiling spurting jism, she found she was getting to him. She felt his hands clawing at her breasts, grinding into and pulling on her harder. Little "Awwws" and straining "Ohhhs" were escaping from his lips. His cock was swelling, getting harder, fuller.
She drove and drove. The glow turned to luxury, to lusciousness, to erotic volcanic exquisiteness and she couldn't stand it. She shifted suddenly, test-pumped for accuracy, then at the critical moment, drove her womb orifice hard against his burning pole and held as the opening slowly, exquisitely, stretched, opened and allowed his monstrous cock to enter. Excruciating pain and rapturous ecstasy blasted throughout her mind and body. She couldn't stand it. She screamed from the torturous bliss.