Dee Dee's dreams were nightmares. Huge poles, larger than her body, were somehow being rammed up her ass and down her throat. She couldn't move, she couldn't breath, she couldn't cry out, and she was being electrocuted with a mind-boggling current of excruciating pain and unholy rapture. She knew they were dreams because she would awaken in a cold sweat, terror struck, then gradually calm as her familiar dresser, vanity, drapes, pillows, and bed flooded into her reason.
She didn't know how many times they repeated themselves or how long she had remained in bed. The dreams occurred in the dark and light indiscriminately, but with each awakening there was less soreness to her ass and throat.
Now it was day and bright sunlight bathed her room. She stretched and felt alive again, then shuddered in remembrance of Thursday when the Brazo brothers had dropped her off. She had fallen in bed, never so physically and mentally exhausted in her life. Her asshole and throat were deadly sore from the abuse rendered by the dwarf and giant. But what had turned her into a near-vegetable, what had sapped her vigor and damn near killed her had been that fiendish Sister Maude's bridal cock.
She chilled and pulled the comforting blankets up to her chin. Never again! She vowed, never ever, would she submit to such mind-boggling torture.
"You're awake!" Aunt Clara's face smiled away the frowns of concern. "You slept so long, I was becoming worried!" She came to the bed, sat and held her hand to Dee Dee's forehead. "No fever. How do you feel, Honey?"
"Pretty good." Dee Dee smiled and was surprised that she was telling the truth. She did feel rested, peppy, and anxious to go, to do. "How long did I sleep?"
"Well," Auntie smiled, "today is Saturday."
"It isn't!" Dee Dee was shocked. "I slept a whole day and a half?"
Aunt Clara nodded. "And now you're hungry, I'll bet!"
"Right." Dee Dee couldn't believe she had been that tired, but she was hungry. "For some pancakes and juice. Tomato juice. Do I have time to shower?"
Auntie's gentle hand brushed back the covers and tenderly cupped one of Dee Dee's warm breasts while at the same time dipping her head and brushing her moist hot lips dovelike over Dee Dee's. "If you have a moment for Auntie, Love, she will clean you."
Her kiss brought a warm surge of promised pleasure that almost stopped her hunger pangs. Oh my! It was so nice, so different from the brutality of the brothers. She lifted her tingling alive breast for more of the caressing goodness that was radiating urges to her wetting vagina. Oh yes! She allowed Auntie's glowing tongue to enter her mouth. Yes! Yes! A untie could clean her.
Dee Dee threw off the blankets and gave her body to Auntie. Almost immediately, Auntie shifted positions. Her feverish tongue left her mouth and seared thrill bolts of sensuous pleasure under her chin to the hollow of her throat, then danced on the slope of her voluptuous breast. Simultaneously her delicate hand scurried tantalizingly to her quivering stomach muscles, to glowing mons veneris, then lightly, licentiously, teasingly passed her drooling quim to her inner satin thigh.
"Oohh," crept out of Dee Dee's lips. "Do it! Auntie! Do it!" She panted and thrust-fucked the air for entry and relief.
"Yes, yes." Auntie sat up suddenly and clawed frantically at her dress for removal. But before she could get it off the spell was broken by a pounding on the downstairs screen door and a loud voice demanded.
"Hey, anybody home? Police Department."
"Police?" Auntie froze in her actions and stared wildly at Dee Dee. "What do they want?"
Dee Dee's blood chilled as her mind raced. What? Why? Was it about the accident? But how could they have found out? She hadn't reported it! "Hey," the rough voice came again, "Police… come to the door."
"I'm coming… just a moment," Auntie called, raised from the bed and straightened herself. "You stay, Honey. I'll find out what they want and be back. Don't move now."
But Dee Dee had lost the desire. She followed to the stairwell and strained to hear.
"Yes, I'm her aunt. I'm her guardian. What seems to be the trouble!" The words floated up to Dee Dee. "Truancy," the rough male voice said. "Did you know your niece hasn't been to school since Tuesday?"
"Certainly," Auntie said, "she's been ill. I should have called. I'm sorry."
"Oh," the rough voice seemed disappointed that he didn't have another victim. "Well, you should have called. It would have saved me a trip."
"I'm sorry," Auntie repeated. "I should have called. Is that all?"
"Well, it's not something to be taken lightly, you know. There is a law that requires minors to go to school, and we…"
Dee Dee didn't have to hear anymore. It wasn't about the accident, and Auntie would cover for her school absence. She went back to her room for a cool shower, then to eat. She was starved.
Bo called while she was in the middle of break fast and wanted to see her about the car.
"What is it? Tell me!" she urged.
"No, not over the phone." He sounded anxious. "Just get over here as soon as you can." And he hung up. It took her appetite away. Auntie was suspicious.
"Why couldn't he tell you on the phone? What's the big secret? He just wants to get you in bed again."
"Why you're jealous." It amused Dee Dee.
"Certainly I'm jealous." Auntie was angry. "Damn men are an alike! They don't know how to love a woman. They're not a woman. Don't go, Honey. Call him back and make him tell you what it is. Don't let him use you!"
Dee Dee was tickled. An her life she had been afraid of Auntie because of what Auntie could do to her if she didn't obey. She could send her to bed without supper. Restrict her to her room, not buy her a new dress for the dance, or worse, not let her go to the dances at all. Then she had let Auntie eat her pussy and everything was changed. Now she had the power. She was the boss!
"But I want to go!" She teased Auntie, "You started a fire this morning that only Bo's huge wonderful cock can put out. Ta Ta." She smiled and waved out of the house.
Aww, it was nice to be a woman. She should have had her maidenhead busted a year ago.
Bo didn't have any bad news for his sister. Everything was going peaches and cream with Herbie and Bruce. What he did have for Dee Dee was a rock-hard cock and an almost insane desire to stick it once more up her tight, hot salivating slick piss hole. He would too, even if he had to knock her on her firm little ass.
He sat naked on the bed and stroked his large throbbing prick and wished she were here right now. Shit, he needed relief. His balls ached, his cock was so swollen and hard it threatened to break out of its stretched skin.
The jack-off felt good… but it was nowhere near like Dee Dee's slippery, grabbing, heaven cunt. Still, he had to do something. His passion was driving him mad. "Awww!" he groaned as the warming deliciousness began in his balls and spread down the length of his reddening tool.
"Oh Kitten! Kitten!" He could almost imagine it in her hot hole as he flailed on his pole and tried to pump up the goodness and release his aching nuts. "If you were here… if you were here… aawww Jesus!" The volcanic deliciousness was building and promising to erupt on the next stroke, the next… the nnexxxt… "Aaauuuugggghhhhh! Shit!!" His iron rod paused and belched out a glob of pure quivering, jerking heaven. Shit! Shit! He stroked against the spasmodic joy and relieved his balls in a series of spurting jism droplets. "Oooohhhh aaahhhhhhhhh!!" He slumped from the effort released his cock, then disgustedly wiped up his come from the floor with a handkerchief.
It hadn't helped. He wasn't satisfied. All he had managed to do was waste a splendid load that he could have just as well shot into Kitten's belly. Shit!! What was the matter with him? Pussy had never bothered him before. Why was he acting like this? He had been fucking since being seduced at thirteen by that drunken Mrs… Cline. Yes, that was her name. Bo shook his head in remembrance. Mrs. Cline… old drunken, floppy-titted, loose-cunted, Mrs. Cline. After young pussy, and especially after getting into Kitten, he wouldn't fuck Mrs. Cline again with someone else's prick, but she had shown him the wonders of woman. He remembered it as if it were yesterday.
It was collection day for his paper route. As usual, it was a Saturday night and he was getting the runaround from the deadbeats. "My husband has all the money and he's out… come back tomorrow!"
"I don't have anything smaller than a hundred dollar bill. Come back tomorrow."
"The money's all deposited and I don't want to waste a check on four dollars. Come back next week." Damn 'em, he had his paper bill to pay.
Mrs. Cline was about forty, with frizzy reddish hair, huge soft-looking tits and a wide jiggling-assed walk. She had a drink in her hand when she opened the door, a funny vacant look to her watery blue eyes and wore only a thin, halfway buttoned-up robe.
"Well, sonny." She raised her eyebrows and smiled at Bo. "You're not exactly Robert Taylor, but I guess you can handle a neglected old horny married woman. Come in, come on in!" She threw the door open and staggered back into the gloomy living room. "And lock the door," she called over her shoulder.
"I'm collecting for the News." Bo entered hesitantly, his heart racing, had she really said "horny?" Did he hear her right? Horny meant a woman wanted to screw. Did she say horny? Oh Jesus, he hoped! He had never fucked and it was better than jacking off. Much better, the older boys were always telling him so.
"Well, close the damn door." Mrs. Cline tipped her glass and tossed the drink down. "If I'm going to fuck a kid, I'm not going to do it in front of the fucking neighbors!"
Bo was paralyzed. He couldn't believe his good fortune. She had said "fuck a kid." That was him! He flushed as his cock hardened and pushed against his shorts and pants. He was going to fuck a woman. My God, what should he do? How should he do it? The door!! He turned and slammed it shut, then flipped the lock. Should he drop his pants? Should he take out his cock? What the hell should he do?
"Don't you want to fuck me either?" Mrs. Cline jerked her robe open and looked down at her lovely soft-looking, drooping breasts and to her triangular bush between her plump white thighs. "Harold don't want to fuck me anymore." She brought her dazed blue eyes up to his. "What's wrong with me?"
Instinct told Bo she was so drunk that she didn't know what she was saying or doing, and if he didn't do something quick, she would either pass out or forget why she had invited him in. He got his pants off quickly, freeing his hardening four-inch pecker, rushed over to her and started jabbing his eager prick at her hot furry mystery.
"Oh my!" A silly pleased grin broke over Mrs. Cline's face, and she threw her warm soft arms around his neck and blew alcoholic fumes in his face. "Do it, kid, do it!" She hunched her pelvis to him, but all his cock hit was wet hotness. It was enough! A wonderful ecstatic feeling ricocheted from his cockhead, down to his nuts, then bounced back and out the head of his jerking prick. He growled and poked at her wonderful bush until his prick wouldn't let him continue, then stepped back to her dazed, disappointed stare.
"You didn't have it in!" she said. "You come and didn't have it in! What kind of a fucker are you anyway?"
The soft rapping on his door brought an end to the embarrassing past. He shook his head in belated shame and went to answer. He had sure been a poor fuck that first time, but she had taught him well over the next six months.
It was Kitten at the door and looking good enough to eat. He would never get over the fact that he had fucked her. Just the sight of her sixteen-year-old flawless-complexioned beauty, her billows of wheat-colored hair, her liquid brown eyes, so deep and soothing, her tantalizing, pouting, sugar-sweet lips, her hidden voluptuous and general sensuous figure sent him spinning into joy and gladness. He was in love with her. In love with his sister and didn't care.
She was just a beautiful, tiny, sponge-rubber soft, warm, dream girl that he had never in his wildest hopes ever thought he would possess. But he had… and here she was again.
"Hi, Bo." She smiled and stepped into the apartment. "You said something about the car. What is it? What's the matter?"
Bo wanted to tell her the truth, wanted to ease her mind and say he had just caned her over to fuck, that there was nothing wrong with the car… but he couldn't take the chance. He wanted her so badly, so desperately that if she turned him down, he would… would?
"First, you take care of this, Kitten!" He pointed down to his three-quarter positioned hardening cock. "Then I tell you!"
Dee Dee laughed deep in her throat, stepped over and gripped his wanton meat. "Why that's blackmail, Bo. Come on, tell me first!" She gently stroked his straining rod, up and down, up and down.
"Aawwww!" slipped past his lips. She had said first! She was going to fuck him. Oh Jesus her gentleness felt so good. But would she, or was she just teasing? He had to be sure. "N," he said, "first the bedroom… then the… the… ooohh!" Did it ever feel wonderful… "The news," he finished.
Dee Dee chuckled again. She had him and knew it. She would fuck him. She wanted his lovely huge cock in her as badly as he wanted to put it there. But this was a test of her newly-discovered power over men. He was going to tell her first!
As she gently stroked, she raised her sweater with her left hand and freed one bra-less bare breast. "Suck it!" she commanded.
He immediately dropped his head and gulped his burning lips over her erect corona.
"Ummmmm," Dee Dee sighed, it was nice. His searing, sucking tongue pressed her hard nipple against the roof of his mouth, then snapped an electrifying salacious tingle throughout her body. She squeezed on his radiating, pulsating, grizzle, then released it suddenly. He was getting to her. She had to keep control. "That's enough." She smiled and pulled back. Her tingling nipple made a small popping sound as it freed his eager lips. She pulled down her sweater. "Unless you tell me!"
Bo was flushed and panting. She could almost smell his desire.
"I lied, Kitten! There's nothing to tell! Everything is fine. I just wanted some more of you!"
"Truth?" she inquired.
"God's oath, Kitten. Now come on, please, you got me crazy!"
The warmth of power swept through her and made her ten feet tall and slightly light-headed. She now had two slaves. Auntie and Bo. It was an intoxicating feeling after being subservient for so many years. She couldn't help exploiting it!
"All right," she said, then held her hand to his chest, stopping his lunge to grab her, "but on one condition."
"Anything!" Bo backed off. "Whatever you say!"
"That I do it to you. That you do only what I want you to do, when I want you to do it! Agreed?"
"Agreed." Bo put his hands behind him. "Anything, what do you want?"
"Into the bedroom," she pointed, "and strip and lay on your back."
Bo leaped before she changed her mind. He didn't know what she was going to do, or why she was doing it, but she said she would fuck him and that was good enough. He stripped off his shorts and flopped on the bed. His reddened, skin-tight meat hammer was actually twitching in expectation and impatience.
His beautiful teasing sister followed him into the bedroom then slowly, provocatively did a striptease. She kicked off her loafers and removed her bobby socks one by one, then stood and faced him.
"What next, Bo?"
"The sweater," he said, "let me see those big, soft boobs."
She gripped the hem of her sweater and lifted, exposing a pinkish ivory, flattened solar plexis, a raised rib cage to just the hint of succulent swelling breast. She paused, looked at him, then crinkled her nose arid smiled. "No," she teased, and replaced her sweater to its original position. She began to unbutton her skirt. As the buttons popped loose, the waist fell away and open. The last button released the skirt and draped it flutteringly to her feet. She was wearing see through, blue panties that highlighted her wonderfully-proportioned, perfectly-sculptured tiny waist, swelled to sloped, rounded tender soft hips, then concaved down in a gradual, exciting gentle decline to merge with sensual thighs, dimpled knees, and symmetrically perfect calves.
Bo didn't understand what was the matter with him. Just looking at Kitten's physical perfection I tied his stomach muscles in knots, filled his balls with yearning and ached his thunderous cock. He had seen her with less clothes on a thousand times without suffering this terrible need. Had seen her in a bikini on the beach, seen her in shorts and halter during summer vacation, even seen her naked while traveling from shower to her room. Was he crazy? Why was this making him perspire and pant as if he were running up hill?
Her leg muscles were a sensuous promise that was hidden beneath pinkish, white satin skin pureness. Although her legs were straight and full from knee to sensuous, covered, mons yenens, he knew he could almost encircle her wee upper thighs with his hands.
"Now the panties?" Dee Dee asked, while hooking her thumbs in the waistband.
"Oh God yes!" Bo wanted them off, wanted her desperately.
"I'll bet you do!" Dee Dee grinned, then swept off her sweater in one fluid motion, freeing her voluptuous, magnificent breasts for his vision.
"Like them?" She shook her shoulders, slightly causing her luxurious mounts to bounce and quiver.
Bo was, salivating at the mouth. He had licked and sucked and fondled many a tit in the years he had seen fucking. But none of them could compare with these twin hillocks of velutinous provocativeness. They stood straight out, as jello-molded, sugar-melon halves. The areolas were a pale brownish-red, with bright pink nipples the size of eraser tips centering the bloblets.
He could hardly control himself. Pangs of desire were popping from his aching testes. His mammoth cock seemed tensed to burst. "Come on Kitten, please!" He begged. "I'm going to shoot off in the air!"
"Aww… poor Bo," she mothered. "Kitten will fix it." She hurriedly stripped off her panties and came to the bed.
Bo reached for her glistening, wet, pussy lips. He wanted to feel the hot satin slippery softness I and hear her moan of surrender, but she shied back from his reach.
"You broke your promise," she said, pouting. "I think I'll go home!"