Roman Hans
Hot and horny Holiday

Chapter 1

The nightmare was the same. Dee Dee, barely sixteen and virginal, lay writhing, naked, strapped spread-eagled on the bed, awaiting the onslaught of the faceless man's huge, throbbing, threatening cock as he poised between her legs. She lay trembling in her innocence and terror yet seemed to be above it all, a disembodied, spiteful spirit, heckling, nagging and screaming, "Fuck her…stick it in her hot hole… fuck her, she wants it." The spirit was right, she did want it but feared his terrible pole of meat. She had to be too small, it would split her in two.

Dee Dee was barely five feet and didn't weigh a hundred pounds. Her wheat-colored, billowy, shoulder-length hair flared about her childlike face. Her brown eyes were innocent pools of promise, and her small pouting wet lips seemed to beg for kissing or to encircle and suck tenderly on a pulsating prick. Her skin was pinkish white satin over a perfectly proportioned size 3 doll body. Only her breasts marred the symmetrical proportion. They were firm, voluptuous milky globes of hidden sexual pleasure but slightly too large for her body. Her waist was ridiculously tiny. Her broad hips flared heart-sllaped to sponge rubber soft legs. Although only sixteen, Dee Dee was a grown woman. Still, the faceless man's cock was as thick and as long as her arm.

A hideous laugh erupted from somewhere behind his blurred mask as he savagely battered her knees apart then poised his throbbing cudgel at her quivering, virginal, wanting cunt lips. However, when he lunged, instead of the feeling of pain or pleasure, or whatever it was a cock entry into her salivating furnace should feel like, there was nothing but frustration. The heat of her needing quim melted his wondrous wax prick as fast as he drove it in, and she awoke again, panting, trembling, and unfulfilled.

Damn, what was the matter with her? Why was she saving herself? Was her Aunt Clara correct, was intercourse a painful, dirty, ugly thing or was Auntie wrong?

The girls in her class were split. Some said it was heaven once you were broken and even the breaking was in doubt. Sara and Joy claimed it didn't hurt a bit. Alice, Mary, and Sue, and others, said it hurt awfully bad. Sara laughed them off and said they had picked a boy to do a man's job. Others agreed with her Aunt and said it was dirty, ugly and that all men were animals. Dee Dee shook her head in confusion and indecision while unconsciously knelling at the dull ache so deep behind her hard flat stomach muscles.

That damn ache. When did it come? How long had she had it? Then she remembered it had appeared after her first masturbation a year or so ago. That's when it started, but why wouldn't it go away? It was an ache yet not an ache. An itch, yet more. It was like a craving for sweets, or dill pickles, or, or… heaven help her, cock. Yes. that's what she wanted, a man's prick stuck in her. But she was afraid. She was so terribly small.

What did it feel like? Dee Dee allowed her fingers to explore herself. Her mons veneris rose softly from her velutinous stomach like a gentle silken-haired hill, then sloped to her pouty hot, love-juiced slick cunt. Dee Dee knew she couldn't get at the ache but at least she could… Oh yes!! She cupped her swollen cunt and gently rub-pressed in a circular motion. Oh yes! Yes! The warmth appeared slowly, but nudging and agitating her ache-monster. She rubbed faster, harder. The warmth turned into a pleasurable glow, to a luxurious blanket of sensual joy. Oh God! Oh shit! How could this be ugly, dirty? She kicked the sheets off her and lifted her splayed knees high while dancing her fingers over her demanding hot love hole. It felt so good… so good. She slammed her fingers around the puffy, wet, pleasurable cunt lips and felt the slippery silkiness of her vulva. God! Her cunt was alive. It was actually drawing her finger into the erogenous chalice, begging her to soothe and ease her growling ache-monster. She shouldn't do it… she couldn't… then, she bit her lip. To hell with it. She had to try. She cautioned her finger in and felt for the craving so deep in her belly.

The sudden pain made her wince and gasp. Her cherry! Her maidenhead! She withdrew her finger, cupped her quim and rubbed frantically to restore the pleasure. Oh God! It felt good! Good! Good! The heat again turned to joy, to bliss, to rapture, to… She was going to come. Oh God! Oh God! She arched her back and lifted her flaming, swollen quim high and rubbed frantically to still the terrible itch behind her cherry. It helped some, but she needed cock, prick, fucking, fucking, fucking! Ohh! Ohr! She clutched her teeth as the building rapturous joy radiated from her wet, burning hole to every fiber in her body. She was going to… to…

She thrashed and bucked while rubbing wantonly at her volatile, explosive, drooling slot. Her head was slamming from side to side in ecstatic agony. "EI! EI!" She tensed, suspended, her whole body frozen except for her quivering fingers. Then the exquisite bliss exploded, rocketed throughout her body and blew her mind. Oh God! Oh God! She jerked from the spasm then collapsed on the bed.

She was spent and drained but contented. She lay until she caught her breath, then rose reluctantly to ready for school. She was satisfied, wasn't she? The masturbation had stilled her chewing monster hadn't it? She moved cautiously to the bathroom and entered the shower. It seemed to be gone. Maybe she didn't have to worry about getting broken-in. Maybe her problem was over. Oh, she hoped so. The decision to become a woman or not had been driving her crazy. The dull ache-monster began growling again as she soaped her vagina in the shower. Damn! Shit! What was she going to do?

Aunt Clara reminded Dee Dee, as she had every day since old Mr. Doyle had left on his vacation, "Don't forget to feed Mr. Doyle's birds and take in his mail."

"Yes, Aunt Clara."

"And take your umbrella. It's raining out."

It was that. Darn, she hated to walk in the rain. Hated it, hated it, hated it! She got the umbrella, picked up her lunch and kissed Aunt Clara a peck on the cheek.

"Oh no you don't!" Aunt Clara encircled her with soft warm arms and hugged. "You never leave the house without giving me some sugar." She tried to kiss Dee Dee's mouth, but Dee Dee gave her a cheek instead. "Now straight home with you. We have to give your room a thorough going over tonight. Hear?"

Dee Dee gave her a smile and left the house. Aunt Clara sure was a strange one, insisting on hugging and kissing her, treating her like a child. We do the room tonight! Nuts! I'll be the one who does the room while she just stands and gripes. What I ought to do is let her watch me masturbate.

It was really pouring. Dee Dee aimed the umbrella into the storm and ran the two houses down to Mr. Doyle's. She fed the parakeets then checked the house for open windows. The upstairs bedroom was open and rain was splattering onto the dresser. Dee Dee closed the window then found herself an unobserved window pecker as she looked directly down and into the Raft's kitchen window. Good Heavens!!! Mrs. Raft wasn't behaving at all as Dee Dee expected or thought she would.

Mrs. Raft was old, maybe forty or forty-two, and a prim, tight-lipped, church-going God-shouter. She wore her mousy brown hair in a tight bun, dressed in high-necked, baggy, plain dresses and walked about in black, low-heeled no-nonsense shoes. Dee Dee had never thought of her as a woman, nor believed in a million years that Mrs. Raft would be doing what she was doing right now.

Dee Dee shied to the side of the window so Mrs. Raft couldn't see her if she looked up, even though Dee Dee knew she wouldn't. No woman would, doing what Mrs. Raft was doing.

Oh Jesus! Oh Jesus! Dee Dee raised her skirt and felt for her glowing, oozing, itching crevice. Mrs. Raft was sitting on the edge of the kitchen table and leaning back on her hands. Her hair was hanging loose, her robe was open, exposing a thin pasty body, and her legs were around the waist of bare-assed, fat Mr. Thomas, the milkman.

Mr. Thomas had his mouth over one of Mrs. Raft's small, baggy titties and was… was fucking her!

Oh Jesus!! Dee Dee rubbed at her flaming pussy. He was fucking her! Dee Dee couldn't actually see his cock but there was no doubt. Mrs. Raft's head was back, her eyes shut, her mouth contorting in soundless words as she tried to push more of her glistening breast into his mouth and draw him nearer with her scissor-thigh grip. He sucked and nuzzled and chewed her titties while his ass moved slowly back and forth, back and forth.

Oh God! Fucking had to be good. Aunt Clara had to be wrong. Dee Dee worked her fingers under her panties and tickled and teased her love-juiced, slippery vulva lips. Shivers of lustful delight cascaded throughout her body. Oh!!! Fucking had to, be good! She eased her finger up and gently rubbed her hard erect clitoris.

"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" she moaned. The volatile clitty radiated delicious currents of erotic electricity and probe-teased her itchy ache-monster.

Mr. Thomas was driving into Mrs. Raft hard now. He was holding her ass completely off the table, his teeth and mouth clamped on her tit. He was really ramming it into her.

Dee Dee's breasts were full, straining and aching her, nipples hard and hurting against her bra. Just once she wanted to feel what it felt like to have her breasts sucked like that. Just once… "Ohhh." The pleasurable, incandescent glow had thickened to a sensuous, explosive rapture. She rubbed frantically at her leaking, burning cunt for relief… for joy… for… for!!!

She watched Mr. Thomas driving his ass like a pile driver, then stopping suddenly to grind it into Mrs. Raft. He had come. She knew Mrs. Raft was screaming but couldn't actually hear her because of the rain and the distance. Mrs. Raft's mouth was open, her teeth clinched, her arms around Mr. Thomas and she was digging with her fingers. She was coming. But… "Ohhh. Ohh! Ahhh," Dee Dee rubbed and bucked against her palm. She wanted to be fucked… to be fucked… to be fucked! "Ohhh, gaawwdd… " Her vagina disintegrated in ecstatic jerking spasms and she had to stop.

She lay against the wall and caught her breath. Her hand was slippery wet with her come, and she felt like sleeping, but her damned monster was still there. Shit! Shit! She would have to do something. Either stop playing with herself or let some boy fuck her. She looked at the clock on the dresser. It was 7:45 already. Good heavens! She had to get humping or she would be late for school. Then again, maybe she wouldn't be late. She remembered Mr. Doyle's 1932 Model "A" Ford when she saw the car keys next to the clock. Well… now!! Maybe she wouldn't be late and maybe she wouldn't have to walk in the rain after all. She could drive. Her older brother, Bo, had taught her to drive a stick shift a year ago. Why not? What harm could there be if she took the car? Mr. Doyle wouldn't be back for two weeks. Aunt Clara couldn't see down the block this far, and she would be careful. So, why not?

She stripped the cloth cover from the roadster and made a mental note to clean and polish the car when she brought it home after school. It started immediately. Dee Dee knew it would. Mr. Doyle treated it like a baby, always pampering and fixing it. She backed it out, closed the garage doors and started for school a mile away.

The old classic ran beautifully. She was sitting up so high. The wipers flip-flopping away the rain, the motor purring and the sound of raindrops splattering on the tin roof all gave Dee Dee a cozy, safe feeling as it did so many years ago when her mother and father had been alive. They were camped in the woods on rainy nights. She and Bo would huddle in their pup tent and play "Show and Tell" until they were bored, then fall asleep in each other's arms to the sound of the comforting rain. Dee Dee smiled at how dumb she had been for so long. Up until a year or so ago she actually thought the reason for her and Bo being banished to the pup tent was, as her mother had said, "To teach you independence."

Wait!! Show and Tell! Why hadn't she thought of it before? Bo was eighteen now, he would know about maidenheads. And she could talk to him. Bo had always been more than a brother to her. Ever since her mother and father had died in a car accident and Aunt Clara had taken them in, it had been Bo she turned to for comfort and advice.

At twelve it was Bo who had fought Aunt Clara for her first training bra. Bo who chaperoned on her first date. Bo who explained the menstrual cycle of a woman when she first noticed the blood and ran terrified into his room. Bo who always took her side and understood her feelings. So, he was more than a brother. He was her confidant, her strength, her idol, and she loved him.

The rain became a cloudburst at the intersection, obliterating everything beyond the hood. The windshield wipers were useless. Dee Dee waited, confident that it would pass in a minute or two. Damn the ache! Why didn't it go away? She squeezed her thighs together and wiggled, exerting pressure on her itching vagina. It felt good. There was a squealing of tires behind her and almost simultaneously she felt the sickening crash into the rear of the car. Even with her foot on the brake pedal, the car lurched forward. Dee Dee's head snapped backward. She was dazed, confused. What had happened?

Sounds vaguely filled the air, doors opening, excited voices, blurred shapes peeking in the windows. "Naw, she's not hurt… let's get out of here!"

"She could be hurt."

"Come on, let's get out of here! She heard the shuffling of feet, doors opening again, closing… a motor racing, squealing tires. Then a blurred, water-shaped car sped past, fishtailing into the squall.

Dee Dee moved her head and body about. She was okay. But what had happened? The crash… oh my God!!! She scrambled out of the car. Oh no! Her heart seemed to stop, all her juices seeped into her stomach. The chrome bumper was smashed into a concave depression the size of a basketball and forced into the lower trunk. She was going to vomit. Mr. Doyle's pride and joy was destroyed. She held her mouth and swallowed hard. No by God, she wouldn't panic! She had to think, but not out here in the rain. She crawled back into the car. Alright… the damage was done. What was she going to do about it?

Call the police! Where was the phone? Those dirty suckers had hit her and run, that was a crime. The police would catch them. The car started with no trouble at all. Once the police found them they would have to pay for what they done to Mr. Doyle's car. They will… wait! She would have to testify against them in court. Mr. Doyle would find out about taking the car without permission. And, oh my God, what could she tell the police about driving the car? She couldn't call the police. She would have to get the car fixed herself. No, no, she didn't have any money. Wait… Bo! She could borrow it from him. He should have money. He'd worked steady since leaving home last year. Yes, that's it! She could borrow it from Bo and pay him back from what she earned babysitting. Her spirits rose. It was going to be all right. Now, where did Bo say he lived? Oak Street? Yes, in an apartment with two other guys. It was going to be all right… she just knew it would be.

Herbie was just leaving the apartment as she cleared the top step of the three-story walk-up.

"Hold it, Herbie!" She stopped him from closing the door. "Is Bo still home?"

Herbie's eyes took on that same funny look that made her suddenly feel undressed. "Yeah, honey pot. He's on afternoons, still asleep."

"Thanks, I have to talk to him," Dee Dee brushed by him and into the apartment.

"'Throw money or let me pick the way to thank me," Herbie leered at her!

Dee Dee smiled as the door shut and muttered, "Creep!" She checked the kitchen, bath, and one bedroom. "Yoo-Hoo, Bo, where are you!"

"What!" It came from the last door down the hallway, "Who is it?"

Dee Dee opened the door, happy to see him. "Me… surprise!"

Bo was on his side, his back to her. He smiled his boyish grin, rolled over on his back and stretched to wake up. "Hi, Kitten… what's new?"

Dee Dee blushed. Bo's pecker was standing straight up outside his shorts and was waving at the ceiling. She couldn't take her eyes from it. The size, my God! The last time she remembered seeing it was back in the "Show and Tell" days. It was the size of her thumb and mostly loose skin. But now, it was frightening! Her deep ache itch stirred in her belly. It wasn't as big as her nightmare-faceless man but it had to be at least seven or eight inches long and as big around as her arm. She glanced furtively at Bo. She didn't know why she was afraid to let him see her looking at him, but she was. He was rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"Well?" he asked.

Dee Dee had the damnedest urge to play "Show and Tell" again. She wanted to touch and feel that thing, look at it closely, examine and ponder. "Your… uh… " She didn't know how to put it. Oh to hell with it. Bo was her brother. "Your thing is out."

Bo glanced sheepishly at her and pulled a sheet over the wondrous tool. "Sorry, I just woke up. Means I have to pee. Say, how come you're here? Aren't you supposed to be in school?"

That brought Dee Dee back to reality. She sat on the bed and discussed her problem to a very attentive Bo. When she finished, Bo shook his head.

"I'm sorry, Kitten." He put his arms around her. "I'm flat broke. Herbie, Bruce, and I went to Vegas last weekend with a sure-fire way to beat blackjack. We didn't last twelve hours. None of us has a penny. We flat lost our ass, so to speak."

Dee Dee's heart sank. "Then what am I going to do?" She was close to tears. "You know old Mr. Doyle, he'll have me put in jail."

"I know, I know." Bo patted her shoulder while thinking. "Say," his face lit up, "It's only body damage, right?"

Dee Dee nodded. "Isn't that enough?"

"But that's what Herbie and Bruce are… body and fender men. They'll do it. You can pay them later. Hand me the phone."

Dee Dee handed it to him. After dialing Bo said, "Herbie? Bo. Look, my sister has a small problem." Then he explained. After a short pause he got a disgusted look on his face, "You gotta be kidding. She's my sister… ok, ok, I'll tell her, but, it's a crummy thing to do," and he hung up.

"What's a crummy thing to do? You'll ask me what?"

"Look Kitten." Bo didn't seem too happy. "They'll do it but… under certain conditions."

"But what? I'll pay them when I get the money, I told you that."

"It's not money they want," he said as he lowered his head. "They want you."

"Want me?" Dee Dee didn't understand. "What do they want me for? What are you talking about?"

Bo became annoyed. "Oh come on, you know what I'm talking about. They want you to go to bed with them. You're on the pill, aren't you? So, it's either fuck them or go to jail. You have your choice."

"Yesss… I'm on the pill," Dee Dee stammered. She kept them at school. She had been taking them for the past six months just in case… in case. Oh hell, that damnable itch again and at a time like this.

"Ok, there's your answer. You give them a little and they'll fix the car." He threw back the covers, baring his huge tool to the world. "Let me up. I gotta pee to get rid of this thing."

Dee Dee's brain was mini-second crackling like a computer. She had been debating if she should or shouldn't for the past six months. She wanted to, but because she was so small the thought of pain had stayed with her. Now at least half her problem was decided, she would have to fuck if she wanted to stay out of jail. She took in the length and breadth of Bo's cock as he seemed to walk past her in a slow motion. My God, it was big! But then, maybe they all were his size. She had never seen one nor felt one since "Show and Tell" days. But she was a woman. She was capable of having children and surely babies were a lot bigger than that.

Still, she didn't want to be hurt. Surely Bo wouldn't hurl her. He had never hurt her and was old enough to know about maidenheads and everything. Her ache was back. Her cunt was drooling almost as badly as when she finished masturbating. Bo was halfway out the door, his stiff monster straight out and swaying with each step. A man needed a hard-on to break cherry’s. She knew that much, and Bo was on his way to pee his off.

"Wait," she almost coughed it out.

"I'll be back," Bo said and kept walking.

"No, please wait!"

Bo stopped. "I'm just going to pee, I'll be right back."

"Just listen… I'll do it."

"Great." Bo didn't seem too happy and turned back around again.

"Will you listen to me?"

Bo stopped and returned, his boyish smile apologizing, "All right, Kitten. I can hold it if you don't mind looking at my bare honker."

Dee Dee grinned at his embarrassment. This was Bo, her brother. She could talk straight to him, he would understand. "What I want to – say concerns your honker. I'm a virgin."

Astonishment flooded Bo's face. "You're…?"

"Don't interrupt me now. Just listen, then you can say yes or no!' She took a deep breath. "I know the only way to get the car fixed is to sleep with Herbie and Bruce. I've accepted that. I don't like the idea, but, if I must, I must. Ok, now I'm a virgin, and awfully small. I… I don't want either of them breaking me because I think they will hurt me." She knew she was blushing in spite of everything she told herself. "What I'm saying is… I want you to do it."

Bo's expressions were a grab-bag of emotions and he knew it. He couldn't have heard right. His beautiful, delicate, soft, voluptuous sister wanted him to fuck her. His cock twitched. Oh Jesus, Mother Mary, would he ever! Chapter 2

Bo's cock jumped. "Well, all right." He grinned from ear to ear, his bladder forgotten. "You mean now?"

Dee Dee nodded. Bo turned her and marched back to the bedroom. "Ok, but we're going to do it right. I'm going to forget you're my sister, and I want you to pretend I'm a guy at school that you have the hots' for. OK?"

Dee Dee smiled nervously. "Will it hurt?"

Bo could tell she was scared to death. "Not that bad, believe me. The main thing is for you to be relaxed and that's my job. Here, next to the bed."

Relax? Good God, how could she relax? She was so embarrassed she could die. She knew it would hurt. She couldn't put her finger in herself, let alone have Bo's huge cock in her. Oh Lord! Oh Lord! "Shouldn't I undress?" She allowed Bo to position her before him while reaching hesitantly for her blouse buttons.

"No, no." Bo stopped her. "I'll do it, you just close your eyes and imagine I'm that boy at school."

Dee Dee nodded, but she had no boy at school. It was Bo she wanted to screw. Bo's lips were soft, moist, and gently caressing. The itch deep in her groin started to stir. His kiss wasn't at all like the ones from boys with whom she had dates. Bo kissed her tenderly, gently. She lifted her mouth and parted her lips as she felt Bo's hand cup and caress her breast ever so gently. Oh Jesus it was nice. He mashed her breasts, then slowly released the pressure and, circling, rubbed, teasing the nipple. "Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh!" She felt her nipple harden and press against her bra. She leaned into Bo for more and felt his hard, hot cock, standing erect and pressing almost between her breasts. Jesus, it was so rigid, so alive. She wanted it in her. His kissing and caressing felt good, but it was also increasing her stomach itch. And, and, making her vaginal juices run. Oh my God, she was almost dripping. She squeezed her thighs and felt the wetness on her panties. She wanted his burning honker. Wanted to feel it, look at it, and… touch it? Fair was fair. He was feeling her breasts. She reached between their bodies and grabbed the solid, yet fluid, searing, pulsating pole.

Bo sucked in his breath and thrust his fiery tongue into her mouth. His prick was more than she had ever imagined. It was so thick, she couldn't get her hand around it. It was alive, radiating heat and so long. Oh Jesus, she squeezed and mashed the wondrous tool.

The ache in her belly snarled its impatience. She wanted his cock in her. Had to have it in her. Her cunt was dripping, her itch driving her mad. Bo's hand had worked inside her blouse and was feeling in her bra for her hard nipples. She couldn't stand it. She wanted to fuck. She released his throbbing prong and pushed him back. She shed her blouse and bra in one quick motion. Then her skirt and panties. "Come on," she said and jumped into bed, "do it now. Fuck me!"

Bo looked down at his beautiful goddess sister. She was so young and naive, without the foggiest idea what her perfectly-proportioned body did to men and boys. She was literally a dream girl. Her skin, without blemish, was like flawless, pink ivory, from her shoulders to her ridiculously tiny waist, to rounded sponge-rubber soft thighs. Her breasts, still straining from growth, were exquisite globes of softness, almost too large for her small frame. Yet they rose, even though she was lying, like resilient voluptuous globs of hot, solidified, vanilla pudding, coned with deep reddish-brown, quarter-sized areolas and topped by button-hard, pink, virginal nodes.

"Please!!" Dee Dee reached out and grabbed his cock. "Come on, hurry!" Her tiny, solid ass cheeks were lifted, her dainty hand covering, rubbing her pussy.

Bo lay beside her but didn't crawl on. She thought she was ready for him, but she wasn't. He had been down this road before. His cock, while over-average in size and plenty sufficient for satisfying any woman, was just not built for maidenheads. He had a thick pole and that stayed the same size from pelvic all the way up and past his glan penis. It slanted only slightly at the peak. It was a magnificent fuck tool, but a battering ram, a flat-headed blunderbuss on cherries. Therefore, he needed complete relaxation. Any virginal muscle tightening in the slightest, prior to complete penetration, and he would tear them like tissue paper.

Bo covered her wanton, panting mouth in a kiss and gently massaged her magnificent globes. He squeezed the swollen hillocks, then gently rolled the pink erogenous buttons until they hardened like miniature lustful phallics. He could feel Dee Dee fondling his too. Her fingers explored like lascivious dove wings, barely touching, frightened. It was so good. "Grab it, Kitten. Stroke it."

He worked his tongue to her throat hollow and felt her suck in her breath, and her hand convulsed on his lance. She liked it. Oh, did she like it. He worked down to her left breast, kissing the base of the sensuous, perspiring, joy mount, then circling and raising with his burning tongue to her areolas. Dee Dee moaned, her clutching hand squeezing, pumping his cock.

"Please," she panted, "please do it."

Bo took one love button into his mouth and flipped it savagely against the roof of his mouth with his tongue. Dee Dee jerked. She likes it… oh, does she ever. He did it again.

"Oooohhhhh!" Dee Dee writhed and raised her breast for more.

Suddenly Bo realized what Dee Dee was doing to his cock. She was moaning and pumping his prong like a trip-hammer. It felt wonderful but she was causing his balls to stir and rumble. "Easy, Kitten," he cautioned, "not so fast… easy." He damn sure didn't want to go off now. But she didn't slow down. She was throwing her head from side to side.

"Oh, fuck me, fuck me… oooohhhh!"

Her hand was flying up and down his swelling cock. Pumping up the goodness, warming his body, filling his cock and balls and feet with delicious fuck joy. He didn't want her to stop. He could go off now and break her later. He sucked in all of her luscious corona, then tongue-slammed her swollen, rock-hard nipple until it almost vibrated. He knew she was coming. She was frantically rubbing her cunt, rolling her head, and pumping his cock like a motor gone mad. And… and, so was he!

Each time she bottomed her stroke, delicious waves of erotic joy radiated throughout his body. He wanted to swallow her tit, swallow her, fuck her in the cunt, in the mouth, in the ass, in the ear, he wanted… wanted… Dee Dee strained her ass upward and froze.

"AAaaaawwwwww" tore from her throat. She shuddered, spasmed once, twice, and relaxed, panting on the bed.

Bo was fighting. He hadn't gone off, but his cock burned and throbbed for release. His balls were riotous, grumbling like a volcano prior to spewing. He gritted his teeth, tightened his ass muscles and curled his toes, fighting for control. His cock throbbed and twitched once, allowing a single drop to ooze out. Then the goodness passed.

Bo relaxed. Thank God, he had stopped it. Now he was good for another hour. The danger point of coming was past. He bent toward Dee Dee's other nipple and simultaneously felt for her lovable, wet, hot pussy.

Dee Dee was drained and exhausted. It had been the greatest come of her young life. So, why wasn't the itch gone? She felt Bo's tantalizing tongue begin its titillating, sensuous suck-blowing on her virgin breasts. Then his gentle fingers explored her cunt lips. Oh my! Oh my! She groped for his wondrous joy stick again. God! How she loved it, loved it, loved it. It wasn't just a thing that boys put in girls' holes, it was alive and pulsating, almost with a mind of its own. She had felt its moods. At first it was just hard and warm. Then, as she stroked, it became hotter, stiffer, larger, until when she stopped, it had seemed like a threatening volcano, swollen, angry, throbbing, almost demanding that she sooth and calm the beast. What must it feel like to have that growling thing inside her? Oh Jesus!!

Bo's fingers were inside the cunt lips and onto her vulva, teasing salacious ripples and awakening the itching monster in her belly. His hot tongue was tracing a burning, rapturous path from her swollen breasts down her solar plexus and into her belly button. Oh Christ I The firebrand spawned electric tingles throughout her body. She stroked his wondrous cock, felt its might, circled the head knob, squeezed and stroked. Ohhhh!

Bo had eased her legs apart and was blowing hot breath on her cunt. Oh Jesus! What was he doing? What was… She then felt the searing fire on his tongue as it lanced into her pussy. "Ooohhh! Aaaawwww." She flash-came, then tipped her tingling cunt for more. It was so wonderful, so God awfully good. What must fucking be like? Oh, I wish he'd do it. She raised her head and looked at the back of Bo's head, his face was in her crotch. "Do it, Bo. Do it to me. Oh Please, fuck me!"

Bo paused in his licking, flashing a grin. She was plenty hot, but only curiously begging for his fattening monster. He needed them clawing with desire, their fuck holes slobbering so damned crazy with passion that they didn't give a shit if he stuck a telephone pole in them. He grinned. To this lovely, tiny kitten, that's about what his tool would feel like. He sought out her clitoris with his tongue again and gave it a flip. She jerked and moaned. She was about ready. He spread her cunt lips with his fingers and sucked the sensuous nipple into his mouth. Dee Dee jerked twice more, having quick orgasms and seeped hot virginal love juice for him to lick. My, it tasted good, warm, salty, with a hint of chloride but delicious, in its innocence. He licked and drank then nuzzled the erotic digit again.

"Aaaahhhh… oooohhhhhh!" Dee Dee was flopping her head, eyes shut, biting her lips and clawing his shoulder with one hand while the other one jacked his cock off. Now was the time. She was ready. He reached back and stopped her pumping hand and removed it. Then still with a lip grip on her clitoris he changed until he had her in the missionary position. Now he could lick from the bottom of her delicious pussy upwards, and that was where the orifice in her maidenhead was located.

Dee Dee hadn't wanted to let go of his fuck tool. It pleased her, electrified her. But when he mouthed her clitoris, she thought she was going to die… And it was getting better. He was gently sucking and popping erogenous currents of exquisite rapture from her chalice that built in strength and intensity until she knew her heart couldn't take it anymore. She threw her legs open and drove her wanting chalice up for more. She wanted him in her. She wanted to fuck, fuck. Oh God. She… wanted… toooo.

"Aaaawwww." Rapturous waves of ecstatic pleasure poured throughout her body. Then mixed in the center of this erogenous rapture was one blinding jolt of excruciating pain as she felt Bo ram one finger into her maidenhead and tear upward.

It had been terrible, awful… or had it? His tongue was again coaxing spasm come-jerks from her clitoris. His hands were now on her swollen breasts, knelling, squeezing the nipples, digging in with the fingers and rolling each like cow tit milking. Oh God! She was going to come again.

Bo knew it wasn't over, but at least he had a large enough tear to the cherry to give his cock a fair chance. He knew she had felt the initial entry. She had spasmed and tightened. Now if he could just keep her relaxed long enough, he'd fuck her yet. He would, that is, if he didn't blow his load. Damn, what was the matter with his cock? He had gotten over the first pre-come drop. By rights, he should have an hour of good fucking left before he'd be in danger of coming.

He licked the small, burning, come-wet, virginal pussy, tasting her salty lust juice, and he suddenly knew. He had never fucked such a small cunt before. But worse yet, since he gotten his first hard-on at ten, he had wanted to stick it in Kitten.

He had watched her grow and develop from a cute, straight up-and-down stick, little girl to a pre-woman, so beautiful it gave his gut an ache. Now he was going to fuck her… but his damn cock was saying no. He was going to come by just thinking about it. Shit!! Once more he gripped his mouth, strained his ass cheeks and curled his toes. No! Damn it, no! Another single drop escaped and the feeling passed.

She was coming again. She had her succulent, viscous fluid-filled quim welded on his lips, her tiny hands behind his head, straining, trembling.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhaaa." She jerked her drooling love nest away, then brought it back for more. "Oooowwwwww." She slowly relaxed onto the bed, surrendering her puffed pussy to his dong and panting for breath. Now was the time.

Bo backed off and got a pillow and placed it under her hard little ass. He lifted her knees splayed to her chin and prepared.

Dee Dee didn't care what he did. Other than the damned gnawing so deep in her groin, she felt like purring. She must have come a dozen times. How much she didn't know, but each seemed larger, more intense than the last. So, if Bo wanted her legs up like a frog, he got it. She opened her eyes when he crawled between her legs.

"Stay relaxed, Kitten. Don't tense up."

"Are you going to do it?" Dee Dee's heart skipped a beat, her emotions scrambling in all directions. She had seen and felt his cock. There was no way it would go into her without hurting. Besides, the urge, the dull ache was gone. She didn't need fucking now. Maybe tomorrow. She glanced down her body to Bo's huge cock posing at her cunt. God! He'd rip her apart. She watched Bo separate her cunt lips and set the hot tip of his prick on the hole. She braced, but Bo didn't push. Instead, he used his finger to scoop her come juice and rubbed it around his cock knob.

"Now relax, Kitten." He smiled at her.

She lowered her head, she couldn't watch. It would never go in, she'd be torn apart. She felt his finger exploring her clitoris again, teasing, circling, pinching, causing little shocks of delicious joy throughout her body. Oh, Oh! His hot lips welded one of her nipples, his tongue titillating, tantalizing. Her love wand was going to explode again. Her ache was rumbling, growling, churning her stomach muscles. "IN," she cried. "In, God, fuck me!" She rocked her ditty at his tremendous searing, hot tool.

"Come," Bo urged, "come."

"I… ammmm. aaaaawwwwwww!" She slammed her head, jerked in spasms, then relaxed as the exquisite joy receded. That's when Bo entered to the glans penis. If Dee Dee hadn't been pinned so tight she would have jumped off the bed. Good Christ, but it hurt. Even now, although the sharp, paralyzing pain had ceased, her vagina felt stretched, over-full, aching-full, yet???

"Relax, Kitten. The worst is over."

"Over?" she asked, then closed her eyes, hell, it wasn't so bad. In fact, with him in her, it was a sensuous hurting that felt… Oh my God. She jerked and came again as his huge fuck stick forged in another inch. Oh shit, she was full. She glanced down between their bodies, expecting… she didn't know what, but certainly not all his wonderful, hard, throbbing cock, not yet in her. She dropped her head, she could never take all of that.

"Relax, Kitten." Bo smiled at her. "Just relax. Good shit, but you're tight. I've never fucked such a tight pussy before. How does it feel?"

Dee Dee felt his rock-hard firebrand back out a trifle, gather some of her cunt lubricant then ease deep into her vaginal love funnel. There was no pain, only a lascivious, sensuous, stuffing as her hard belly muscles snapped and tingled the pangs of delight while giving way to his love lance. It couldn't get any better. She'd die. He backed again, then plunged that rapturous steel come-club deep into her wanting furnace. She gasped as her stomach muscles spasmed inside then almost fainted as the luxurious lustfulness engulfed her being.

She reared her mon veneris against Bo's pelvis, threw her head and clutched his pole furnace with her deep cunt muscles. It was so good, so damn fucking, wonderful. She spasmed and jerked, feeling her vaginal love fluid drown his throbbing fuck prong.

Bo strained at his ass muscles, curling his toes, grinding his teeth in an effort not to come. He had never in his life had such a wondrously tight cunt around his cock, and by God he was going to enjoy it. He felt the pre-drop ease out, then he relaxed. He looked down at his lovely kitten with skin so creamy white and unblemished. He looked at her magnificent, luscious, ruby-tipped breasts, her tiny waist, at his cock in her grabbing, squeezing, almost too tight, burning cunt and still couldn't believe he was actually fucking her.

He had always wanted to, ever since she was eight or ten when she first began to wrestle with him, hugging him with glee, crying on his shoulder or sleeping in his lap. It was natural he guessed, wanting to fuck your sister. All his friends had admitted it was. You were together so much, knew each other so well, shared so completely, that you were bound to love each other. Or at least he did and now he was fucking her. His balls quit stirring, rumbling. He began the slow, delightful fuck cadence that should stay with him an hour.

"Ohhhhhhmmmmm, there's more '?" Dee Dee looked up at him with her big, brown, delight filled eyes. "I thought you had come."

"Not hardly, but you'll know it when I do." Oh, did that feel good. Each time he withdrew, her passion-filled cunt tube seemed to grab and turn inside out in its reluctance to let go. Oh Jesus! He rammed it back in to the hilt. What was she doing to him? His balls were starting to growl again, his-cock swelling, throbbing. He should be good for another hour. But… AAAAAHHHHHHAAAAA. He drove into her fiery lust tube. He was going to come. He could stop. He could quit and rest until the waves of rapturous joy ceased. But his fuck kitten was helping, moaning, driving her boiling desire into him, while deep in the labyrinth of her heavenly hole, erogenous muscles were squeezing his cock and sucking for his load. God, he couldn't stop it. He was going to come.

Dee Dee had never felt such exquisite rapture. His tremendous hot shaft, pumping in and out, was building an ungodly pressure like she had never experienced before. She felt like she was going to die. She couldn't stand it. She threw her legs out and around Bo's waist, pressing for more of his cock. Oh God! Oh God! He was driving his piston pole hard into her. Waves of erogenous delirium sent her scrambling the rapturous cliffs of desire. She was going to explode.

"Aaaahhh… ," Bo panted the words, then with a tremendous lunge buried his huge cock to the hilt and screamed.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhaaaaaa."

She felt his monstrous cock, puff, pause, knot, then spit great boiling gobs of come so deep in her belly. It was too much. Her mind dissolved into exquisite rapturous pudding. Her body quivered and shook from the excruciating erogenous pain. She slammed her head, then… then… exploded! Screaming, yelling as torrents of erotic passion jerked-erupted throughout her body. She couldn't bear it. The terrible unholy goodness of come was going to kill her. Bo's cock lunged one more time and sprayed boiling jism directly on her womb orifice. It was too much, she surrendered to the ecstatic consuming bliss and fainted. Chapter 3

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, ggaa wwd!"

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 I 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. Chapter 4

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 employed, "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. Chapter 5

The excruciating pain and rapturous ecstasy that cascaded throughout Dee Dee made her spurt lubricant in great torrents of trembling jerky delight. It was the most magnificent feeling she had ever experienced, but she couldn't stand it. She jerked her clinging womb free of Bo's torturous horn, then lay gasping for breath and reason. Bo was holding her tight, awfully tight.

"Don't move or I'll go off, Kitten, Don't… move!" She could feel him straining for control. She didn't want him to come. Not now, not until she had done it again. Good God, what was the matter with her? The first had almost killed her, but now she wanted to do it again. She hardly breathed.

"I'm… not… going… to… be… able to stop it! Oh! Oh!"

The door opened at that moment and fat dirty Bruce grinned, "Well, looky, looky!"

The shock of Bruce's appearance killed Bo's orgasm. Bo was thankful for that. But it had also scared and turned Dee Dee off. He felt her cringe, then start to get off him, but he couldn't have that. He quickly wrapped his arms around his soft wee sister and held her tight.

"Wait, Kitten' It's all right. He's already seen us! Besides," he said, looking at Bruce, "you'll wait in the other room, won't you?"

Bruce winked. "Oh sure, sure. Go to it. I have all afternoon. I'll just leave the door open to tell when you're finished." He stepped out of the room.

"There, Kitten, it's all right, relax." He eased his cock slowly in and out of her still burning, velvety, drooling slot, She surrendered on the third stroke and started to help him, Thank God for that! He would have killed that damn Bruce if she had left him hard-cocked and un-corned'

Ooohh, what a wonderful cunt she had! So gently massaging, so soft and juicy, so hot and tight and, good God! He had to control himself or he would blow her off him with a jism load he wouldn't put in an elephant's ass. "On your hands, Kitten," he told her, pushing her lovely breasts up by his face. "I want to suck a tit as we fuck!"

Dee Dee was thrilled. She had wanted her swollen aching nipples mauled but couldn't figure out how to get them to Bo's mouth without removing three-quarters of his wonderful cock from her clinging cunt. But he solved it. She dropped a pink globe on his hot tongue and felt instant pleasure. A minute ago when Bruce had burst in on them her whole body had turned to ice. All she had wanted to do was run, hide, and cover up. Now, even though he was in the other room, she wanted! Wanted! "OOHHH!" she moaned. Bo's tantalizing tongue and slow-cadence cock drew spurts of cunt love juice from her vagina. This had to be heaven!

To have a burning solid rod deep in her love canal and lustful teeth and lips radiating exquisite sparks of delight was pure bliss. She clutched her jaw and ground her teeth at the urge to suck a cock. Oh, my! Her tits, her cunt, and her mouth. God yes! "Bruce," she called and didn't know why. "Bruce, get in here!" She did it again and was horrified. Who the hell was doing the calling? She didn't want Bruce. She detested the nasty little bastard.

However, suddenly he was standing naked in the doorway grinning. His stubby little cock was half-hard. Who had called him, and for what?

"Come here, come here," she heard her strange husky voice order, "I want to suck your cock!" But she didn't. She would throw up. Then his prick was under her nose and oozing strong wonderful male musk. It wasn't nasty or dirty. It was pretty looking with just a tip of red peeking through his foreskin. She took it eagerly into her mouth and couldn't believe she was really doing this.

His salty hot prick gave her the sensation of being plugged into another circuit. Great waves of delight cascaded to her itch-ache monster, then pulsated as spasms of sensuous joy radiated throughout her. She pumped her ass over Bo's rigid throbbing cock, felt Bo's teeth and lips sucking and biting erogenous pangs from her tit and tasted Bruce's stiffening cocksickle as it hammered into her mouth.

His prick was tasty, yet not the same as Bo's. The difference was in the foreskin. That was the problem. She lifted one hand and, pushing on his groin, halted his frantic lunges. "Easy," she said, "let me do it!"

"Yeah baby!"

Dee Dee put just enough teeth pressure on his glans penis to hold the foreskin and she skinned him back.

"OOOhhh! Shhittt!" Bruce mashed his hands in her hair, but didn't force her action. "Do it baby! Do it!!!"

Dee Dee licked around his hot fuck stub and felt him twitch and jerk each time she bit and scraped with her teeth. It was driving him crazy. He grabbed at her head and trembled with the desire to ram it in her.

Bo's cock was driving her crazy. The more she sucked and bit on Bruce's cock, the faster she drove her tiny hard ass over Bo's magnificent pole. He was beginning to lose control. His cock was fattening, hardening, and he was mashing down on her nipple.

Oh God! Oh God! the trio's lascivious glee of tit biting, cunt fucking, and cock-sucking was engulfing her like a delicious, rapturous fog. She wanted more cock in her mouth, more cock in her yearning sleeve, more tit in Bo's mouth, and she couldn't decide which to give attention to first.

Her ache-monster was thrashing in her womb, clawing at her insides, demanding, demanding! Oh God. She was going to come! Going to die! She relaxed her mouth and allowed Bruce to fuck her face with his succulent plunger and wiggled over Bo's ramrod prick for womb orifice position. She shouldn't do it. The last time had damn near killed her, but she couldn't help herself.

Bo was moaning, his prick tensing, rumbling, swelling. Bruce's short cock was pounding the rear of her throat like a pile driver, and she was going to explode. She centered her womb, rose, then came down hard on Bo's volcanic blunderbuss. It entered her womb with a burst of excruciating rapture, then spurted boiling ecstasy amid his screams and jerks.

Dee Dee was in a delirious, erogenous, ecstatic stupor. Bo's spigot was shooting searing hot spurts of jism directly into her womb. Bruce's lustful lump was belching gulps of thick love fluid into her mouth. She was impaled, trembling, twitching on Bo's monster while fuck-juice cascaded from her vagina, and she fought the horrible pain-rapture.

It was too much for her. She had never felt such total ungodly joy-bliss. All went black as Bo pumped one more time, and his entire cock knob entered her womb in an exploding insanity.

Bo felt Dee Dee relax and watched Bruce remove his softening cock from her mouth. Bo held her in his arms and gently eased his spent prick from her womb mouth. God, she was a marvelous tight fuck. He held and brushed at her hair. She was so soft, so feminine, so tiny, so beautiful, he guessed he loved her. It came as a shock. She was his sister! Of course he loved her! But no, he meant, he loved her, really loved her!

"That should show her!" Bruce said, smirking. "When she wakes up, maybe I'll stick it up her ass!"

Bo was instantly angry. "I'm a pig's ass you will! You're through! She promised she'd screw you once, not twice!"

"That's right." Bruce stuck out his jaw. "Screw me. That was a blow job. She owes me!"

"I'll owe you!" Bo squinted his eyes and tightened his mouth. "She said one… you've had it and don't push it. Understand?"

Bruce must have gotten the message. He kicked at an imaginary rock. "She asked me! It ain't fair! Herbie got to fuck her!"

"It was your choice! Now I mean it! You two fix the car and leave her alone!"

"You've fucked her more than once!"

"I'm her brother and that's none of your business! What the hell you doing here anyway? Why aren't you working?"

"Awww, I forgot my ratchet set. I got to get back. But I still don't think it's fair!"

"Beat it!" Bo continued to stroke his Kitten long after Bruce had left. She had slipped from a faint into an exhausted sleep. His soft cock fell out of her but he allowed her to snooze anyway.

He gently traced her satin smooth shoulders and back muscles. God, if only he could keep her forever. But he knew he couldn't. She would meet someone and marry. He allowed his hand to roam over tight hard little ass cheeks. They were such firm sixteen-year-old buns, and hardly used. He dropped his hand to her velvet wet quim. It was amazing how such a small soft, gentle slit could stretch to accommodate his oversized pole.

He traced his fingers around her slippery warm vulva and heard her moan and wiggle m her sleep. His cock began to fatten. What the hell! What a horny bastard he was. One minute he was feeling tender and sorry for his lovely young sister and the next, his cock was puffing up. But then wasn't that what he wanted? He allowed his fingers to circle her luxurious slippery twat again. It brought a slight bump pressure from Kitten's ass. His cock damn near jumped erect. He eased a finger into her torrid satin hole and twigged her clitoris. She moaned, smiled, and opened her sultry eyes.

"That was heaven, Bo," she said, "do it again!"

God, he could mash and love her to death. He felt her hard little clitoris harden and some love juice drooled into his hand. "All right," he said, "but puppy-fashion, ok?"

She moaned and wiggled her buff into his tantalizing finger. "What's puppy-fashion?"

Bo removed his hand, brought it to his lips and licked her sweet lust oil from his fingers. "That's doggy-fashion, only with licking and sniffing." He smacked his lips.

Dee Dee rolled off him onto her back and splayed her legs and knees. "Lick me," she smiled. "Lick me to death!"

"What's going on here?" Aunt Clara's angry voice barked from the bedroom doorway. "What is the meaning of this? Is this your homework? Screwing your brother?"

Dee Dee was paralyzed with sudden fright-embarrassment. Bo tossed the sheet over them.

"Don't you knock? That's what doors are for!"

"The door was open! Answer me! What is the meaning of this?"

Dee Dee was still speechless.

"What the hell does it look like?" Bo was angry. He never had liked Aunt Clara. "We were fucking! Get out of here! This is my house and you're not invited!"

"Don’t you get smart with me!" Aunt Clara waved her finger accusingly. "You're not too big to have a switch taken to you!"

"Oh, bull shit," Bo snorted, "say your bit, then get out!"

Aunt Clara's tone changed from anger to hurt when she saw she wasn't scaring Bo. "Don't talk to me like that, I know you were committing incest. I could cause you trouble!"

Dee Dee found her voice, "What did you want. Aunt Clara?"

"The school called about your absence. I was worried sick that something had happened."

"It had!" Bo dug it into her. "She got fucked! Now beat it!"

"You better stop talking to me like that," Aunt Clara said. "If I went to the police, you could be put in jail!"

"You won't do that!" Bo didn't sound convincing.

"Oh wouldn't I!" Aunt Clara suddenly got a triumphant gleam in her eyes. "Do you want to test me?"

"No, don't," Dee Dee broke in. "I'll come along." She had lost the urge anyway. She threw back the covers and started out of the bed. Bo's hard-on was gone anyway. It was all over.

"Now, now." Aunt Clara held out her hand and stopped her. "Let's not be hasty. It seems to me you're both in trouble. And I haven't yet made up my mind what to do about it."

"So you want us naked in bed?" Bo snorted.

Aunt Clara suddenly smiled and gentled her tone. "Yes, maybe it can be worked out to all our benefits. As long as you understand the predicament you're in."

Bo's eyes narrowed. "We understand. We understand, get to it."

"Well." Aunt Clara moved around the room feeling for imaginary dust and said, "Dee Dee probably never suspected, but you've seen through me for years, right?" She didn't wait for Bo's answer. She looked at Dee Dee instead, a burning love suddenly in her eyes. "I'm a lesbian, Honey, and I've wanted you ever since you were six years old."

"Lesbian!" Dee Dee questioned. "Wanted me? What are you saying?"

Bo gentled his hand on her shoulder and spoke tenderly, "She's queer for women, Kitten, she wants to make love with you."

Dee Dee felt an icy chill spread over her body, felt her insides pucker, her juices suddenly dry. Oh my God! She couldn't! Not with a female, it wasn't… decent!

"Don't cringe, Honey," Aunt Clara said and stepped over, putting her hand gently on her head. "I don't want to hurl you. I want to love you. You'll like it, you'll see. I'm an expert."

"I… I don't think so." Dee Dee didn't want to make her mad, but somehow the idea revolted her.

Aunt Clara continued to stroke her hair. "It's either that, or the police, Honey. I'm sorry it's got to be this way, but I'm desperate. I've loved you for so long!"

"You won't mind it, Kitten," Bo said, smiling at her. "It's nothing more than what I was going to do. Besides, I don't think we have a choice!"

My God, the thought raced through Dee Dee's mind. What is happening to me? I did one foolish thing. I took a car and was a victim of a hit-and run accident. I was a virgin. Now, in less than twenty-four hours, I've been fucked, have sucked cocks, und now, now this. What's happening? And why? She looked at her brother's honest concern, then over to Aunt Clara. She didn't have a choice. But then… what was the matter with her? She had never minded Aunt Clara's kisses or cuddles in the past. In fact she had kind of enjoyed her lip kiss of last night. Granted it wasn't the same as a boy's. It wasn't as rough, impersonal, demanding, and urgent. It had been more tender, loving, and totally without threat or fear. It had been… pleasant. She let out the breath she had been holding and smiled at Aunt Clara. "All right… why not? It could be fun!"

"I'll leave you two alone." Bo started out of bed.

"No!" Dee Dee felt a sudden fear, then looked defiantly at Aunt Clara. "If you don't do it right, I just might suck his cock!"

Aunt Clara smiled in a knowing way and started to undress. Chapter 6

Dee Dee was surprised at Aunt Clara's figure. She was a large woman, almost six feet and weighed around 160 pounds, but she was in almost perfect proportion. Her skin was pale, pinkish, clear, unblemished with an unweathered, protected sheen the color of ivory. And her breasts, good heavens!! They were so large and solid looking, with surprisingly smaller areolas than her own, yet with larger, longer, pinkish-red nipple buttons. What would it feel like to have those soft quivering mounds of jello pressed against her? What would it feel like to mash and squeeze and… and lick and suck on them? She had never played with another female's breasts, only her own.

Oh God! Dee Dee caught herself shallow-panting. What had come over her? Why was she thinking such thoughts? To make love with another woman was unnatural… ugly. Everyone had said it. They were queer and sick Yet she was breathing hard at the thought. Did that make her a queer? She didn't want to do this. Still, she did. And she had to do it. She was being forced, wasn't she? She was just frightened at the thought of something new. No, not frightened, revolted! She didn't want to do this. Yet, Aunt Clara's silken brownish-red hair stood out on her mons veneris like an inviting triangular bush. And she had such beautifully shaped legs. It shook Dee Dee to the core. Aunt Clara had an outstanding figure. Why in the world had she been hiding it all these years?

Bo was surprised and excited too. His eyes were lit up and his wonderful fat stem had risen to half-mast. She couldn't be queer after all. Aunt Clara's body was getting to Bo. His cock proved it.

Aunt Clara finished undressing and came toward Dee Dee, smiling. "Just relax, Honey." She lay on the bed close beside Dee Dee. Dee Dee felt the smooth warm flesh of Aunt Clara's body press against hers and jerked her legs nervously.

"There, there," Aunt Clara cooed, "it's going to be so nice, Darling, just relax and let me please you. Try not to think, just let yourself feel and enjoy what I do." She ran a surprisingly gentle, soft, warm hand over Dee Dee's yearning breasts. "Ohh, you're so lovely, so lovely."

Dee Dee moaned at the sudden sensuous thrill than ran through her body and closed her eyes. This wasn't Aunt Clara. This was Bo who was loving her. It was Bo.

"Ohh! Ohh!" She squirmed when a pair of gentle, warm, inviting lips closed over hers and sent delicious ripples into her belly and pop-sparked her brain. What was the matter with her? She shouldn't feel this way. Aunt Clara's warm tongue slipped past Dee Dee's lips and pressed against hers. Dee Dee resisted at first, she didn't want this. She shouldn't allow another woman to arouse her. But with the exciting pressure, the squeezing of Aunt Clara's hand on her vibrant breast, combined with the sweet probing of her tongue, Dee Dee relaxed her jaw muscles and allowed Aunt Clara's hot tongue tip to worm in and explore her mouth.

Dee Dee tried to stay calm, tried not to respond to this female's fervent kiss and caress, but it was a losing battle. Her legs were nervous, the monster in her belly started to growl, she yielded and gave her mouth to the goodness. It was nice. So nice. She hugged Aunt Clara's neck and found herself kissing back, eagerly, wantonly. What was happening to her? What? "Ooohh," she moaned as Auntie's gentle, talented hand explored from breast to her swollen wet quim.

She shouldn't like this… she… "Ooohh God!" she cried as mini-orgasms shot from nowhere and flooded her vagina with passion juices. Aunt Clara's finger continued to probe her slippery, glowing vulva. Dee Dee shouldn't like this, she shouldn't but she opened her legs and offered her burning pussy.

"Oohh gaawwd." Another erotic shock flushed her as Aunt Clara's fingers eased in her glutinous chalice and twigged her clitoris. Lord, Auntie was wonderful, an artist. Auntie's talented digits wove maddeningly, deliciously. Then Auntie suddenly stopped kissing, dipped her head and sucked a hardened vibrating nipple into her feverish mouth.

"Ooohhh!" Dee Dee arched her back for more of the tantalizing finger and bucked her breast for the succulent pleasure. She was on fire, her body a sizzling entity of wanton desire. Auntie's torrid tongue started burning a path down her writhing body. Oh Jesus! Oh Jesus! Dee Dee bucked out of control as the soft, searing poker stabbed into her belly button. Auntie was gorgeous, lovely, wonderful. "Oh do it… do it!" Dee Dee heard herself beg. "Suck my cunt, bite my pussy. Oh do it! Do it!!" Auntie slipped down her body and worked between her thighs. Dee Dee could feel Auntie's arms brushing against the sensitive, boiling flesh of her inner thighs, felt the muscles in her lege working as they lifted and parted until they lay hooked over Auntie's shoulders. Dee Dee felt the exciting puffs of passion that were breathed on the damp hairs of her mons, then moaned as she felt the' branding tongue point force its way into her fuck hole and lap at her exploding, excited clitoris.

"Ooohhh gaaawwwd!" Dee Dee moaned and twisted. She shouldn't like this, she shouldn't. It was unnatural to let a woman stick her tongue in her cunt. To do her this way. It was vile, evil… "Aaawww!!" She gasped as Auntie'g talented finger burrowed deep in her palpitating cunt, spinning and snapping electric jolts of erogenous pleasure from her dripping sleeve.

"That's the way," she heard herself plead, "suck my cunt! Eat it! Chew it! Oohhh! Fuck IT! Stick your tongue up my slot and twist it around! Oohh!! Dear Jesus!"

She arched her back, rubbing her swollen pubes against Auntie's face and felt Auntie's lips pushing against her explosive pussy while Auntie's tongue twisted inside her cunt. Dee Dee cried out and bucked her back as the love juice boiled in her burning hole, and her orgasm made her fuck Ups clutch and squeeze the intruding tongue. "Ooohhh… harder, deeper…haarrddeeerrr!" She wiggled her ass, pressed, circled, then guided Auntie's tongue deeper in her trembling hole and scissor-gripped her head to make sure Auntie couldn't remove the rapturous joy. Dee Dee was in heaven, heaven! She screamed and jerked as bolts of lascivious ecstasy shook her body and fumbled her brain. She wanted… she wanted… she opened her dazed eyes and saw Bo jacking on his huge, erect, straining cock His eyes were on fire with passion, and he was staring lustfully at Auntie's pinkish-white upturned ass as he stroked.

Poor baby! The poor darling! He shouldn't be beating his wonderful cock with two women here to fuck him. "Put it in her!" Her stomach convulsed and trembled from another delicious orgasm.

Bo had been thinking just that thought. Auntie did have a smooth, firm, tender ass. Her face was buried in Dee Dee's crotch. Her ass cheeks were raised to the heavens in a female cat-fucking position. He circled to the rear of the bed and mounted behind her. Oh yes! Oh yes, indeed! Her silken moist pubic hairs were glistening from her seeping love juices, and her cunt was barren, defenseless, exposed, and so small and tight looking. His hammer jumped-throbbed at the thought. She had to be a virgin! She had been a bull dyke all her life and bull dykes don't fuck. It explained why she never married or even went out with a man. Her dates were always with women. A church social, bingo games, the movies… Bull Shit! She was eating their cunts and loving it. Like now. She was so deep in Kitten's cunt she didn't know he was here. Oh yes! Yes! He would give Auntie a surprise.

He rubbed his leaking pre-come jism over the head of his pulsating prick and eased up to within an inch of her seeping, heat radiating virginal cunt hole. Think of it, two tight cunts in twenty-four hours, he must have died and went to heaven. He reached down and aimed his monstrous plunger to her drooling, pink cunt lips, leaned forward and swiped his reddened, throbbing glans up her fiery slit to get it sopping and slippery.

Auntie flinched and tried to jerk away from Dee Dee's crotch, but Dee Dee's legs were around her head in an intriguing, ecstatic thigh grip. All she could do was plead into Dee Dee's thrusting Urgent pussy.

"No! Bo! No! I can't… I'm a virgin!!"

"I know." Bo worked his shaft head just inside her boiling vulva. "But not for long!" he added.

"No!" Auntie hunched her twat away. "Please, I'd get pregnant! I don't take pills! Please! Don't!"

Damn, she was right. Still he had to stick his throbbing pole somewhere. It had tasted the fruits of erogenous bliss and demanded relief. But stick it where? Ho Ho! Auntie's sepia-crinkled asshole was available and beckoning. He couldn't get her pregnant there. But could he get his huge tool into such a tiny, puckered thing? It was smaller than her dripping, swollen cunt. Then again, why shouldn't it? Surely she had strained out a turd the size of his prick at one time or another in her life. Everyone had. And, so what if it hurt her. She deserved it. She deserved his pulsating prick in her ass for all the times she swatted and boxed his ears. For all the times she ran him to bed without his supper, but mainly, she deserved it for blackmailing his lovely Kitten into eating her pussy. Damn her for that!

He reached between Auntie's legs and swiped a fingerful of her searing slippery jism from her OOZIng fuck hole and smeared it over and on her raisin sphincter. She must have realized what was going to happen.

"No," she muff-called again, "no, please!!" But Bo scooped again and lubricated his glans.

Dee Dee had to be on the verge of coming. She had her straining, soft thighs in a death-grip around Auntie's head and was thrashing her billowy straw-colored head and pumping her ditty at and into Auntie's mouth. Dee Dee's passion must have triggered Auntie's lascivious appetite because she fell into Kitten's luxurious, feverish, salivating twat with gluttonous lustfulness and completely forgot Bo. Now was the time, the moment. He set his needing, urgent, blunt piston directly over Auntie's crinkled touch hole, gripped her hip-bone points for leverage and pull-punched his monster into her torrid, stretching anal opening. "Oohh," he moaned for control as Auntie's asshole begrudingly opened and swallowed his grizzled fuck bat.

It felt similar to the first time he had ever rolled a too small condom up, on, and over his cock. It pinched, pressured a little but Uummmm! Did it feel good! Slowly, Auntie's reluctant sphincter asshole yielded, then in one ravenous gulp, swallowed his mammoth cock into Its velutinous, fiery moist throat.

He couldn't believe the goodness. His balls rumbled and roared at the sensuous pleasure. His cock was fattening, hardening, swelling. The exquisite explosion of orgasm was building and threatening to erupt. My God! He was going to come. He backed and drove his volatile plunger in and out of Auntie's tantalizing squeezer, pumping for relief. He reached under Auntie and death-gripped her firm, provocative tits and pulled as if they were reins on a bucking horse. "OOOHHH!" He couldn't stop it, didn't want to stop it! His bans spasmed violently and shot great gobs of rapturous ecstasy up around and out of his flailing, driving, exploding cock. He screamed and jerk-plunged for more.

The molten jism filled and bathed Auntie's anal sleeve with such excruciating pain-delight that she cough-bellowed her carnal erogenous passion into Dee Dee's oozing love nest. Mother of Jesus how it had hurt, yet now felt so good. She had never wanted a cock in her, never desired one, never ever considered such a profound defiling thing. Yet, Bo had done it while she was helpless. He had stuck his nasty, ugly, horrible phallus into her body. She should hate him, beat him, kill him for doing such a rotten thing. Yet, she was screaming from the most pure, lascivious, erotic pleasure she had ever known, and her virgin cunt was literally pouring out her agreement. Oh damn him, damn him, it hurt terribly. She hated it. Still, she was hunching back for more

Dee Dee received Bo's and Auntie’s tremendous orgasms in explosive chain-reaction ecstasy. First Bo had screamed his driving cock savagely into Auntie's ass, then Auntie had yodeled her lust while biting, sucking, and digging at Dee Dee’s own frantically jerking, spurting, clutching, ravenous cunt shoot. The exquisite dual orgasm merged with hers and threw her head, trembled her body, and blew her reasoning consciousness into a jellied whirl of animal salaciousness. Gggaaa wwwddddd!!!" Her scream joined their cries and she buck-thrusted for sanity. She was going to die! The glorious feeling built until her head, body, belly, womb, cunt, tits everything deteriorated in one sensuous, roaring passion blast of excruciating, rapture, and she slipped, moaning, writhing into a voluminous, wanton, contented peace.

Bo fell on Auntie's back in spent exhaustion Good Shit but it had been fine… great. But not quite as good as a pussy. Her asshole was tight around the sphincter, but then it dissolved into a satin hotness and was disappointing in that it lacked the suck-grabbing of a provocative twat. Still It had been good… splendid in fact!

"Get it out of me! Damn you!" Auntie lifted her wet, reddish face from Dee Dee's still twitching hole and frowned at him.

Bo grinned and pushed back on his knees and slowly withdrew his come-drenched, semi-soft cock. It felt good, almost like two incircling fingers strippmg him down. He felt like driving it back in, then relented. "You liked it a minute ago," he said, as his horn pulled free with a slight plopping sound from her snapping anus. "You couldn’t get enough!"

Auntie rolled off the bed and stood, tenderly touching her violated rectum that was still drooling his jism.

"You hurt me!" Her voice was scolding yet tinged with love. "You’re a… a wicked boy!"

Bo's grin drew a sad smile from her. "But you did like it?"

"Well?" Auntie debated. "It was an experience, to say the least." She looked down at Bo's drooping hammer and her eyes widened a fraction. "That went in me!"

"And more," Bo nodded. "It's soft now. But answer! You did enjoy it!" Bo didn't know why he was so insistent that she admit anything. It didn't make any difference one way or another. He had always wanted to drive his cock in her, and he had. That was that! Still…

"Maybe a little," she said, smiling, then callgl'lt herself as if she had said a dirty word. "I'd better clean myself. Where's your bathroom?"

Bo grinned. She had loved it… good! He had just added an ass fuck to his string. "To your left, down the hall." Then he looked to his lovely Kitten.

She was snoozing, her baby childish face so content and peaceful. Her perspiration-glistened breasts had eased from hard swollen bow] mounds to milk-soft globes of relaxed promise. The satin ivory skin over her rippling stomach muscles moved to her gentle breathing while her "pouting vulva lips excreted droplets of her own love potion to each exhaled breath.

She was an image of youthful, innocent loveliness. A wee cuddling bundle of erogenous surprise. She was the perfect fuck personification, and… his cock was swelling again. Good grief! But then, what was wrong in that? He could crawl on her and have it in before she opened her eyes. His prick leaped at the thought.

"What in the world, it's hard again!" Aunt Clara was back and looking shocked. "I know you came in me. What's the matter with you?"

Bo blushed in spite of himself. He was saved from answering by the ringing of the phone.

The insistent phone tingling knifed into Dee Dee's contented consciousness and frowned up at the music. She had been floating high in an azure sky on a down cloud of warm satisfaction, while heavenly violins gently serenaded her passage, She opened her eyes on the third ring and stretched in purring luxury. Auntie was smiling at her while dressing.

"Welcome back, Honey. Did you like it?"

"Oh yes!" Dee Dee thought about it. Auntie's tongue, fingers, and caress had be on wonderful and satisfying, but in a different way than Bo's magnificent grizzled pole. There was no way her tongue could stretch her wanton pussy or bathe her womb head with boiling insanity. Still, Bo's beautiful horn couldn't grip or suck her clitoris. It was a toss-up. She wasn't lying.

"Oh yes, yes! You were fantastic!"

"Really Honey?" Auntie was so pleased she was almost beside herself. "Then we can do it again, you'll let me?"

Dee Dee smiled at Auntie's eagerness and knew in her heart she was now the master of this female who had bullied and cowed her for so many years. The thought pleased her, but there was no revenge motive. She had liked it when she squeezed Auntie's breasts, liked to feel Auntie's gentle dove hands on her skin, liked to savor Auntie's fervent womanly tongue in her mouth, surrendering her love hole to Auntie's tantalizing teasing. Her damn itch-ache monster stirred in her belly and vibrated yearning currents of want-pleasure to her ditty.

Dee Dee couldn't believe she was doing this, but she lifted and splayed her knees. "Now?" She invited by wiggling her eyebrows up and down.

Auntie hesitated just a moment, then cried, "Oh Honey," and started for the bed. Bo stopped everything by appearing in the doorway with doom in his voice.

"That was Bruce," he said. "The garage owners say they won't let Herbie and him work on the car after work, unless they are paid. You have a problem, Kitten! Bruce says they don t want money!" Chapter 7

"What car?" Auntie looked from one to the other. "What space? What garage? What are you talking about?"

Dee Dee's spirits hit rock-bottom. Would it ever end? Why her? What had she ever done to anybody to deserve this? She had borrowed a car so she wouldn't get wet, and for that, she was being made into a sixteen-year-old whore. It wasn't fair, just wasn't fair.

"What car, Honey, tell me? What does Bo mean that the owners won't take money?"

Dee Dee suddenly felt dirty, weary, and a little sick. She edged out of bed and started for the shower. "You tell her, Bo. I've got to clean."

The tepid, soothing water more than cleansed her body. It washed the guilt from her mind and the weight of despair from her body. Considering everything, how, really, had she been hurt? Her year-long quandry concerning her virginity was at an end. It was true she had been forced into the decision, but so what? She hadn't been hurt. To the contrary, she had never experienced such absolute bliss.

She closed her eyes and tried to recapture the feel of Bo's rock-hard throbber, thrusting in and out of her love sleeve. It was impossible. Nothing that good could be imagined and nothing could take its place. Not even Auntie's tongue. She soaped her cunt, gently exploring, fondling her sensitive vulva and felt the tingle begin. Oh Jesus! She jerked her hand away as if burnt. Maybe the garage men were fate. She wanted to get fucked again!

The cold water shocked more than her body. What in God's name was the matter with her? She couldn't be looking forward to fucking strangers, could she?

"I'm going with you," Auntie said. She was clothed and firm-lipped angry when she came back to the bedroom to dress. "I'll be damned if they can blackmail you. I have money."

Bo laughed bitterly. "You better have a couple of grand," he said. "Old Doyle's car is a classic. Herbie said there is a brace or two in the trunk lid that has to be pattern-pressed. They don't make 'em anymore, and the "Poor Men's" garage has the only one in this part of the country. It's hanging on the wall as a reminder of the good old days. Besides, they don't want money! She's flat stuck!"

"I'll have the law on them," Auntie snapped. "She's only sixteen."

"Wait, wait!" Dee Dee held up her small hands. "If I must, I must!" She was resigned to her fate, but unprepared for what came out of her mouth next. "What's the big deal? It won't kill me."

"I… I," Auntie fumbled for an answer. "I just don't like it. A woman has the right to choose who violates her body. It's all wrong. You have not been given that choice."

Dee Dee agreed but for some reason raised her eyebrows impishly and said, "Did I with you Auntie?"

"Oh Love!" Auntie fell apart and came to her, arms outstretched.

Dee Dee allowed herself to be comforted. What was the matter with her? Why was she saying these things? "It's all right." Dee Dee tried to ease the pain she had put on Auntie. "You're forgiven. I liked it. You were wonderful!"

Auntie squeezed her in gratitude then looked into her eyes. "I'll come with you," she said.

"To do what?" Bo was dressing. "They don't have a pussy to eat," he said.

Auntie glared at him. "That was cruet"

Bo grinned. "Sorry, I forgot. You do take it in the ass, don't you?"

"Did you like it?" Dee Dee was suddenly curious.

"No!" Auntie barked, then hurried out of the room. "I've got to clean."

Bo smiled at Dee Dee. "The hell she didn't She was leaning into me real good at the end. Ok, if you’re ready to go… I'll drive you."

"I guess." Dee Dee shrugged in resignation "The damn car has to be fixed. Might as well be now than later." She knew she looked pathetic, that the tone of her voice was positively sobbing with woe is me, however, deep in some dark part of her mind a perverse excitement pulled switches and aggravated her ache-itch. What was the matter with her?

Dee Dee almost laughed when she saw Alex Brazo. Bo had created bogeymen on the ride to the garage. The Brazo brothers were mean. The Brazos had been in jail many times. Any man who messed with Brazo women woke up in an alley staring at cats. Any female who allowed her eyes to rove while with a Brazo wore casts and used crutches. Dee Dee put her hand to her mouth and turned her head to hide her smile. Alex Brazo was a dwarf.

He climbed out of the trunk of a car that was under repair and waddle-walked to Bo and her. Good Lord! but he was a funny, odd little man. He was almost a gargoyle with his too large head and too long and thick body for his tiny legs and arms. He stopped before Dee Dee, looked up and broke his horse face into an ugly grin.

"I knew you was the one that Bruce was talking about." His voice shocked Dee Dee. It was a deep grating threatening rumble that belonged to a six-foot-four, 300-pounder. Yet it came out of this man-child whose head top didn't reach her breasts.

"Oh," Dee Dee didn't know what else to say.

"Yeah." The dwarf turned his head and spit a stream of tobacco juice towards an empty oil drum. The stream wasn't high enough, it splattered against the side, then wormed down. "I told Marcus, if you that fine-assed little filly I see now and then bouncing your titties to school on Closter Street, then we has some fine baby-fucking coming. That right?"

Dee Dee's itch-ache faded. He wasn't a funny little man anymore. Dried tobacco spit was ringing his over-thick purplish lips. His eyes were a bit bloodshot, and the whiskey breath he blew in her face made her nauseous.

"There's no call for that, Mr. Brazo." Bo was tight-lipped, but respectful. "She's just a kid. She's scared enough!"

The dwarf shot a warning glance at Bo. "Fuck off pimp… and you," he looked at Dee Dee, "you want that car space," he leered, "then into the office."

Good God, what was she getting herself into? He damn near oozed fear and dread and violence, yet, why did she feel this way? He was so small, he couldn't possibly hurt her. She glanced at his crotch for a hint of any oversized penis. Nothing. Why was she frightened? She was just being silly. Just plain silly! Hadn't she taken Bo's magnificent prick? The image of Bo's huge hammer hanging on this little man flashed through her mind and brought her instant relief. Impossible, he would look like a man on a cock instead of a cock on a man. "Lead the way!" She could handle him. "That's what I'm here for!"

"Rightttt!" Alex's face brightened. He spun on his peggie legs and waddled toward the rear of the shop. "Take care of things," he called to Herbie and Bruce, "and don't bother me or I break your legs."

They waved and nodded. Alex opened the door and nodded her in. It was just an office and a small one at that. There was a roll-top desk, a couple of chairs, a spittoon and that was it. Dee Dee didn't understand. Where was she supposed to lie down? The floor was unbelievably dirty and greasy. "Where?" she started to ask. "What?"

"Through that door." Alex brushed on by her and opened another one. This room was something out of an eighteenth century torture chamber.

The room was completely mirrored, floor, walls and ceiling. There was a six-foot iron wheel affair with hand and leg irons in one corner. Handcuffs on the end of chains were hanging from the ceiling and all kinds of whips and paddles were resting against the mirrored walls.

In the center of the room was an eight-foot water bed with straps and things attached to its iron frame, and sprinkled about the floor were padded horses, the kind she used in gym class to practice the olympic events of jumping or hand exercises.

"You like it baby?" Alex grinned. "Me an Marcus built it special. What's your hang-up? Like to be chained? Whipped? Maybe have your ass paddled? You name it, we go it!"

Dee Dee's blood turned to ice-water. Chained. Beaten? Whipped? Mother. Mary, what had she gotten herself into? He had to be crazy. She looked to tell him it was all off, that she couldn’t, nor would she do this. There just had to be another garage or another way to get Doyle s fixed. This dwarf was perverted!

Alex was stripping off his shirt. He glanced at her, "Well, get 'em off, baby. I can't fuck you if you're dressed!"

"That's all" Dee Dee said. "None of the whips."

Surprise crossed Alex's ugly horse face, "You don't want a warm-up?"

Dee Dee shook her head. "I never… no, I don’t think so"

He shrugged. "Suit yourself, but get them off so I can see what I've bought."

Relief flooded so powerfully through Dee Dee that she became light-headed. Just fucking, thank God. She wasn't going to be tortured. She hurriedly stripped off her clothes before he changed his mind.

Alex turned away to keep this tender beautiful chick from seeing the almost raw sexual pleasure that he knew was flooding his face by conning her. It worked every time. Sure the whips and chains were for broads who asked for them! Sure they were, and the Pope was a Jew, too. Stilt this one was so young, so small, so inexperienced maybe he wouldn't use 'em. His cock rose to half-mast at the sight of her young creamy vibrant body. Her breasts were invitingly large and stood firm and proud to the world. Her waist was tiny, her stomach muscles were rippling under satin skin, even her rounded thighs and sponge-rubber ass cheeks cried out promises of childlike glee and joy. She had perfect legs and a moist pouting mons veniris that was barely covered by silken, sparse hall's. Oh yes, yes, ah youth, it had been so long since he had fucked a sixteen-year-old that he had forgotten what virgin pink nipples tasted like or what thrills of pleasure lay in their first reactions to sensuous pain. Besides, he couldn't afford not to do without the chains and degradation. She was sixteen. If she changed her mind after the car was fixed, she could turn him in for statutory rape. Therefore, regardless of how cock-stiffeningly beautiful she was, or how good or bad a fuck she would be, nothing was worth twenty years in jail. No, he couldn't afford skipping the fun treatment. When she walked out of her, today, if she walked away, he corrected himself, he wanted her believing it had all been a nightmare that couldn't have happened to her. Or at least, something she would never want to talk about. Besides, what good was a willing fuck? He liked to hear them squeal.

Dee Dee was surprised at the shape and size of the dwarf's cock. She didn't know if she had been expecting a man's prick to fit his trunk size or a wee peepee to fit his stubby legs and arms, but, certainly not this. It was five or six inches of thin bluish-veined shaft, topped by an ugly purple over-large, arrow-pointed glans penis. "Uggh," she shuddered involuntarily. It was a, a, devil's tail. A dwarf spear and… rising. Oh Lord!

"On the floor." Alex said, pointing to one of the padded horses and added, "and layover that thing."

"Why?" Dee Dee was alarmed. "What's the matter with the bed?"

"You're fucking me. Remember," Alex leered, "and I like it doggy."

Dee Dee sighed in relief. Doggy made sense. His legs were so small, he would have to stand even with her so low. Besides, doggy-fashion she wouldn't have to look at him. She got on her knees and eased over the soft, padded horse. It was too high. She almost teetered. "It's-" she started, but Alex cut her off.

"I know… I can see." He turned something and cranked her down. He stopped when her knees and elbows hit the floor, and she was braced comfortably across the horse. "Better?" he asked.

Dee Dee started to nod, then felt the cold ring of steel clamp around her neck and the ratchet closed. Oh God! She damn near fainted. "What? What?" She looked at the chain leading from whatever was encircling her neck to a ring in the floor. She was chained down. Like a… a…

Alex laughed. "Relax, baby. It's just a collar. When I fucks doggy, I fucks doggy! That's your collar!"

Dee Dee couldn't believe what was happening. She was chained like an animal. Alex jerked her left knee outward and another cold ring attached just behind her knee. Before she fully understood, he savagely jerked her right knee outward and again the cold steel ribbon was attached. Good God! She was now helpless with her legs splayed apart and chained so she couldn't move. She panicked. "Stop, let me loose! Take them off! Let me go! I've changed my mind! I don't want to do this!!" Oh God, she was frightened. Helplessly chained down and defenseless. What was he going to do? She tried to struggle but the collar bit into her neck and made her choke. She quit her thrashing and caught her breath.

"You're learning, baby. Flop around and you choke yourself. Now just relax. You're going to like this!"

She felt him move between her legs and felt his small calloused misshapened fingers rub and squeeze her ass cheeks.

"Ahhh," he said, "a fine ass, baby, fine ass. I'm going to like this!"

Oh God! If only she could die. This was… was horrible. There was none of the feeling as with Bo, Herbie, or Bruce. This was awful. He was treating her like a whore. A dog. She felt his grotesque hot spear rub against her cunt lips and thrilled at the pleasure sparks it caused, in spite of herself. She didn't want to do this, didn't want to be in this position, but oh my, how good his burning cock felt. Still, it was wrong.

"Please," she begged, "let me go! Please, don't do this, not this way!"

"Oh, you don't want me to fuck you!" Alex's voice was inquisitive.

Dee Dee bit her lip. She didn't, she did, she had too, but not like this. Not like an animal. "No, please, let me up!"

"Awww," he said, "you're just not in the mood, baby. I'll tell you what I'll do. I won't fuck you until you ask me! That fair enough!" His small hard fingers ran down the inside of her thighs. His hard throbbing devil's cock was brushing her leaking cunt. The calloused roughness of his hands made her feel she was being scraped with sandpaper, but it felt strangely exciting.

"Yes," she said, "yes, not until I say!"

"Good!" Alex agreed. "Deal!" Then she felt cold wood on her right ass cheek. Good God, what now!

She turned and saw Alex leering at her, holding a ping-pong paddle in his right hand. Still watching her eyes, he raised the wooden weapon, then came down hard on her right ass cheek.

Whaackkk!!!

The sound of the wooden blade striking her fleshy buttocks filled the room. Her hips jerked, convulsing her body. She cried out in pain. "Eeeeiiiiiaaaaaggg!!!" The second blow ripped another cry of suffering from her as excruciating pain filled her twin ass cheeks. A red, fiery wave spread up and down her back like an uncontrolled conflagration. Her entire body was consumed by the agonizing fire roaring in her buttocks.

Whack! Whack! The paddle struck two more times. Her chained frame writhed in tortured agony. Tears streamed from her eyes, and her body shook with heavy sobs. She cried out in uncontrolled hysterics.

"No more! No more! I can't stand it! Please! Please! Fuck me, oh, please! Fuck me! Stop!" Her voice was a scream reverberating in the torture room.

"Awww, it ain't that bad, baby," Alex said "just a little old ping-pong paddle on the old ass mounts." He struck her two more times. Each vicious blow delivered was a branding iron mashed into her ass. The terrible heat was radiating throughout her body now. She was a twisting, babbling blob of pain. Her mind and body was devastated by the punishing ordeal. It racked her body and tore at her sanity. "Stop" she cried, "I can't stand it! Fuck me! Please! PLease! Stop!"

"You want it in your ass, you pretty little cunt. You want me to fuck your asshole?"

She didn't care. "Fuck anything, anything, only stop!"

Miraculously the torturous spanking stopped. Her fiery-red ass still burned and throbbed but the mind-blowing pain had quit. Dee Dee heard Alex humming and a jar lid being unscrewed' then a soothing ointment was spread on her ass that sucked away the hotness and left her ass cheeks puffed and numb.

It felt so good! Thank God, it was over! Thank God! Thank God!Then she felt one of his stubby deformed rough fingers massaging grease over, around, and on her anus. "No!" she cried and tried to bar the intruder by squeezing her sepia hole. "No one ever has. I've never, please don't!"

But his finger went on, forcing, entering, and massaging. She felt sick. He was going to fuck her ass. She wanted to die. It was so degrading, so animal, so unspeakably filthy that she couldn't allow it. "NO!" She tried to wiggle from his probing digit, but something deep in her mind forced her to moan and offer her asshole for deeper caresses.

In spite of her mind screaming out the obscenity of the act, it felt good, pleasant. "Oh!" slipped out of her lips as his finger went into her anal sleeve to the hilt.

"See, you like it, don't you baby? I told you so!" Alex had triumph in his voice. "I knew you would! Now how about this?"

Dee Dee felt Alex's finger withdraw and the tip of his radiating rammer prod gently at her asshole.

NO! her mind screamed, No! No! It's a filthy rotten thing to do! I don't want it! I don't like it! But when his hot rubbery-hard penis cap began to worm small circles against her clenched sphincter, she found herself hunching back. Oh God what was wrong with her?

The torrid knob managed to press into her. Dee Dee groaned as she felt half of the spear crown ease into her. Alex moaned in unison with her.

"Oohh, you're so tight, baby, so tight!"

His glans penis finally popped past her clenching sphincter ring. Dee Dee howled in pain. Her face grew flushed, tears of pain and humiliation poured from her bulging eyes.

"Aaahhhh God! It's too big, you're ripping me! OHHH! Take it out! Take it out!"

Alex just laughed and took a fresh grip on her trembling hips. His body lunged forward and Dee Dee screamed as a full three inches of his long devil’s tail forced into her virgin rectum. Her, legs jerked against the iron restraining rings; her splayed toes clawed at the air as she tried to escape the numbing, terrible pain that filled her along with Alex’s terrible searing weapon.

"Oh God! Stop! Stop!!" Dee Dee cried, "I can’t stand it!"

"Awww, relax. You ain’t going to die!" Alex moaned. "You just need something to take your mind off of fighting so hard."

Then Dee Dee heard the dreaded swish of the ping-pong paddle and almost simultaneously the WHACK on her right ass cheek.

"Awwaahhgg!" A guttural scream tore from her throat as the unbearable branding torture again streaked up her spine and red-hazed her brain. WHACK! Again the boiling agony exploded on her left cheek.

As the pain subsided, Alex gave one more last ripping lunge, and Dee Dee felt his hairy balls brushing up against the pulsating wet lips of her empty vagina.

"Aww," Alex moaned and rested. "Now just be still a minute, baby! Let my cock soak in you and get your tight asshole accustomed to the old pronger. Then you’ll like it!"

Dee Dee did. The pain faded and a strange, unreal, real calm descended in her anal sheath. She felt a thick, sickening sensation of pleasure. She fought against the sensation, but it was overwhelming. Pain and pleasure, sweet and sour, God, but it felt good!

"Now baby," Alex said, "move your ass! Feel how good it feels!"

Dee Dee did, then bit her lip to stop the filthy, demeaning words, but they gushed past her resistance as Alex’s torrid cock began to move in and out of her stretched shit hole.

"Oohhh, God yes, it feels good! Oooooo, I’ve never felt anything like it before! Do it, do it Harder, faster. Oohhh!"

She had never felt so full, so crowded inside her ass as she did now. It felt as if Alex had forced a boiling poker into her that was pushing and nudging her organs about until she was sure that they would never be the same again. "UUnnnggg! OOhhhhaaahh! I’m… I’m going to AAAIIeeeii!!"

A raw, straining howl of pleasure tore free of her throat as Dee Dee was tumbled and blown like a leaf by the sudden ecstatic orgasm. "Oooww gaawwd! Harder! Hurt me! Oowww!" Thick sensual waves of erotic bliss shook her body as Alex’s horrible love tool moved lustfully in and out of her asshole. She wiggled her ass, thrust back and sphincter-grabbed at his wonderful spear. She wanted more, deeper, harder. "Aahhh." Another exquisite electrical quiver vibrated throughout her body.

"She’s about primed, Marcus!" Dee Dee heard Alex say. "Come and plug in!"

Dee Dee didn’t hear the overweight large, greasy-looking man come into the room and didn’t much care. Popping pulsations of licentious joy were ricocheting from Alex’s sizzling piston to every nerve in her body. In a lascivious velutinous fog she watched the fat-faced older man shed his clothes and bare his sickishly white body. He was fat, blubbery, oily, and dirty. He was, that is, all except a marvelously long, slender, perfectly proportioned cock. It looked like a pinkish ivory cigar with a beautiful flame-tipped knob. It was delicious looking, tasty, succulent with a carnal promise that made Dee Dee’s mouth salivate.

"You want to suck it, Honey?" The fat, balloon face split in a grin, and he dropped to his knees before Dee Dee. His lovely long lollipop slowly raised. Did she ever! She reached and took the warm, vibrant flesh grizzle and lifted its ruby knob to her lips.

"OOhh!" she moaned from the minute spasmodic, luxurious orgasms that were triggered by Alex’s driving hard rammer. "Oohh!" She opened her mouth and gulped at the cock as if it were her life’s food.

Deep in her head a faint righteous voice broke Into her lustful joy. What is the matter with you? What is happening? Look at yourself! Two days ago you were a virgin, no boy or man had even felt your breast. Now, a hard thrusting cock is in your asshole and you have a pulsating, delicious prick in your mouth. What have you become?

A cocksucker! Dee Dee silent screamed back. An asshole fucker, a cunt fucker, any kind of fucker they want as long as I’m tucked, tucked. "Uummm!" she moaned as she felt Alex’s thrusting tempo change from a steady cadence to hard, driving, powerful lunges. His dwarf spear had altered. It was now hard, pulsating, fatter, and volatile.

"Aawww!" he grunted with each lunge. "AAww! AAww!" Each one was louder than the other. "Squeeze your ass, baby!" he growled through clenched teeth. "Squeeze me! Grab me!" His sensual excitement was heightening her erotic tension. She squirmed her hips, undulating them In a salacious lustful gyration that encouraged and demanded Alex to pump and slam harder into her shit tunnel.

"Mmmmmmm," Dee Dee groaned around the wonderful cock in her mouth as Alex’s imbedded prick frictioned faster in and out. As he pumped, his breathing increased. He moved in a series of frantic pencil thrusts, then with a rapturous "Aahhh sshhittt!" he rammed his prick Into her ass, his balls beating against her drooling pussy lips. His body spasmed, jerked, and hot boiling jism spurted out of his fleshy spigot in staccato bursts.

Dee Dee damn near fainted. Each bullet of searing come brought rapturous waves of ravenous ecstasy awash in her mind and body. It wasn’t possible she could come, from her ass, yet rivulets of love juice were pouring from her cunt.

She sucked and gulped harder on Marcus’s provocative prick, trying to draw some of Alex’s chloride-sweet jism into her mouth. She wanted to taste the come, wanted to feel pure libidinous heaven as it spurted into her mouth.

"Oh, you want more, do you!" The voice of Marcus broke through her bliss. "Great! I’ll show you how to get it all! Take off her neck chain, Alex. I do believe we have a swallower here!" Chapter 8

"You undo the damn collar," Alex grunted, still thrusting his jism-spouting joy stick savagely into her ass. "AAAhh!" He banged into her ass cheek, his rock-hard balls bumping, rubbing, teasing carnal bliss from her wanting, spurting pussy.

"Oh God," Dee Dee groaned, clamping her lips I behind the glowing bulb cock in her mouth and sucked. She was in a libidinous heaven of insatiable lust. The hot come in her ass was delicious. The marvelous spongy radiating cock in her mouth was brushing exquisitely against her cheeks, her palate, her tongue, causing salivating sensuous desires to drool from her taste buds, but neither were satisfying her raging itch-ache monster so deep in her belly.

She wanted to be fucked! To feel searing, alive sperm pour down her throat from this provocative throbbing cock mystery. She wanted both, wanted to be fucked and feel the jism at the same time. She hunched her ass backwards for more pounding from the dwarf’s now softening prong.

Marcus was delighted with this tender, beautiful teenager. She didn’t know how to suck a cock, but she sure was willing. That was what he liked. Tender, young, cock-suckers. Cock-suckers he could train properly in the manly, art of head job.

He was so tired of professional whores or queers. A pro knew her job but was expensive and impersonal. The queers as a rule loved their work but were too eager to really clean out his balls. He wasn’t a sadist like Alex, but he did demand total submissiveness in his women. That was what was missing in this tiny little girl’s cock-sucking. She was slobbering over his cock, tonguing his pee hole, rolling her head so his swelling glans was touching and bumping every part of her small sultry mouth. She was rumbling his balls with her hot, darting, soothing tongue, and the gentle in and out head action drew up slivers of delight with her simultaneously delicate, soft hand jack-off on his shaft. It was all ungodly tantalizingly good and sensual; all it lacked for a super blow job was the tang of fear to dissolve her willingness and a pinch of hurt to heighten both their pleasure.

"Have you beat her ass?" Marcus unsnapped the collar and let it drop.

"With paddles!" Alex’s eyes were shining. "Boy did she squeal. Lookie, her asshole won’t let go of my cockhead."

Marcus laughed, it was true. His brother had withdrawn all of his semi-hard cock except the head. When he backed off, his prick lengthened and stretched out his base cock skin. She had him clamped like a bitch in heat. "Tight, huh?"

"The tightest!" Alex hunched backward some more and his oversized glans popped out like a cork. "But the best was in her begging. She acted like it was the first time."

Dee Dee’s head circling on his glans penis, her hot tongue exploring his pee hole, her tender soft warm lips, sliding in drooling spit up and down his prick, was getting to Marcus. He didn’t want to come this way. He wanted the fear. But "AAwww sshhittt!" He mashed his fingers in her billowy silken hair and drove his cock into her velutineus feverish mouth. His balls were volcanic and on the verge of erupting. He didn’t want to come, yet didn’t want to stop the intensifying goodness that was stiffening his prick like concrete.

He lunged his cock again for more of her mouth, her throat, her belly. He wanted to drive his rammer through her like a lance and have it sticking out of her ass. He wanted everything in her. But her sharp little teeth dug excruciating pain bullets just behind the head and forced him to stop his plunge. He exploded, his nuts in a gigantic rapturous orgasm, and he screamed. He cuffed at the ravenous head that was sucking and swallowing his life’s juices, but he couldn’t stop his weakness. "Aaaahhhhhh!" He quivered as her band still pumped for more, her mouth pulled and ate each delicious jerking come spurt.

"Enough!" He summoned strength to force her wanting mouth off his twitching cock. "Enough for now.give me a break!"

Dee Dee was in an erotic daze Each time Marcus’s fleshy spigot had spurted its boiling musky juice into her mouth, her own slit had twitched sparks of erogenous pleasure and belched droplets of tantalizing pre-come. If she could have swallowed one more spurt or felt just one more orgasmic spasm, she would have come. She had been so close, but his wonderful meat pole had been torn from her. She could cry or scream, she didn’t know which.

Her stomach ached horribly from the eating demands of her personal monster. She rubbed at her stomach while searching her mouth for a taste of Marcus’s delicious released jism.

"We ain’t through with her yet, are we brother?" Alex asked.

Dee Dee looked at his shining beady eyes and cruel smile. It made her shudder.

"Hell, no!" Marcus was catching his breath. "Take off those knee grips. We’ll put her on the water bed!"

Sanity returned to Dee Dee with the unsnapping of the knee grips, and she found her voice. "Now wait." She stood and protested, "I said I’d sleep with each of you, and I have. That’s enough! Now you have to let the boys fix my car!"

"Before you fix this?" Alex was leering and pointing to his fully aroused devil’s prick.

Dee Dee flushed at the sight of his disproportioned prober. How could anything so grotesque have given her so much pleasure? But then, it hadn’t given her pleasure. It had hurt, hadn’t it? "I," she stuttered and didn’t know why she was stammering, "I already fixed it once. That’s enough!"

"Oh," Alex grinned, stooped, and retrieved the ping-pong paddle. "You want some more of this instead?"

A strange stimulating chill swept over Dee Dee at the sight of the horrible wooden spanker. She instinctively rubbed her sore and bruised bottom. "No," she said, "please, no more of that." Then she was horrified to hear what followed out of her mouth. "No more of anything, and you can’t make me!"

She looked at the evil smiles that erupted over the faces of Marcus and Alex. Why had she said that? What was the matter with her? Marcus was huge. He could break her in two with one blow of his hairy, meaty arm, and she had already felt the strength of the dwarf. Besides, she was naked, helpless, and locked in a sound proof torture room. They could do anything they wished with her, and she couldn’t stop them. So, why had she challenged them?

"You’re right, iambic pie." Marcus winked at Alex, his voice solicitous, "We can’t make you do anything you don’t want to do!" He turned to Alex, his face a question. "Should we show her Sister Maude’s bridal bed?"

"Yeahhh!" Alex’s eyes and mouth were both beaming.

"This way, Honey!" Marcus took her left arm, Alex took her right, and they walked her to what looked like a rub-down table, only different. It had holes on one end, was hinged to bend in the middle and had an octopus apparatus of rubber tubes and a motor beneath it. Dee Dee didn’t resist, didn’t protest, didn’t do anything except breath faster in anticipation.

This couldn’t be happening to her. This had to be happening to some other perverted -girl in her body. She, herself, wanted to submit to their desire, she wanted to screw and fuck and suck them until not only they had enough, but her own personal itch-ache beast was satisfied. Still this other her was resisting, demanding pain. What had happened to her?

"Up you go." Marcus lifted her to the table as if she were a feather. "Over on your stomach and set your sweet titties in those holes so they hang nice and free."

Oh God! What were they going to do? And why was she so willing?

"Your arms over the sides, baby." Alex took her right wrist and clamped on a cold handcuff before unreasonable panic flooded her brain and turned her into a screaming, hysterical blob.

She was yelling, begging, and fighting their combined strength as her left wrist was dropped and secured. Then in rapid succession, her knees were splayed and cuffed and soft rubber things attached to her breast nipples.

"Simmer down," Alex’s sharp voice broke into her babbling, and the familiar swish of the paddle froze her throat in wild, crazy anticipation.

Whack!! The terrible searing, branding blow engulfed her struggling body and stilled her movements to a quivering insane delight. "Oohh!" She came quickly, then cringed at her other self as a coarse, unreal voice spit out obscenities. "You rotten bastards! You dirty fucking cocksuckers! Beat me! Beat me!"

Whack!! Fire exploded on her other cheek. Then tears and sobs wrenched from her throat as a terrible burning hurt washed over her body aiid poured the excruciating ecstatic come juice from her twitching spitting funnel. "Stop!" she managed between gasps of insane pleasure-pain. "Stop… I’ll do anything, but stop, please!"

"Anything?"

Dee Dee could make out Marcus smiling at her through the red hurt-haze. "Yes," she bobbed her head, "yes, yes!"

"Then you want to swallow this?" Marcus waved his long ruby-tipped corona before her face.

Dee Dee focused on his still saliva-wet, ivory, bluish-veined splendid meat rod that was standing out so proudly from his pubic-haired nest. She could see his heartbeat in the thick artery that pulsated from the succulent knob head down its length to shaft base, and she could smell the lustful male muskiness that radiated from its pee hole.

She swallowed to control her salivating taste glands. She did want to suck it, chew it, eat it, swallow it. "Yes." She opened her mouth and pursed her lips for the delicious jism horn.

Marcus laughed and withdrew his candy stick. "Not yet, Pussy. Not yet. Start the machine, Alex!"

There was a click of a switch then-a soft humming, and almost immediately the rubber caps attached to her pink hard breast nipples began alternatingly sucking, relaxing, sucking, relaxing. "Oohhh," Dee Dee moaned and dropped her head in erogenous bliss. It felt so good, so ungodly stimulating, so sensuously delightful. It was as if Bo was sucking and teasing and driving her wild each draw pulled her nipple out and stretched the node for her orgasm. Then, just when her body began quivering for explosion, it would teasingly relax its lascivious grasp and begin on her other resilient globe. It was ecstatic, it was maddening.

"She’s coming around," Alex’s voice broke: in.

"Let’s drop the table."

Dee Dee was aware of them on either side of her bed. Something was released and her body was bent at the waist. She was now half on the table, her arms strapped to the sides, her breasts swollen from excitement. She was in a kneeling position, her ass and cunt barren and unprotected to the world.

Unexpectedly, delightfully, she felt Alex’s grotesque devil’s spear brush and rub on her chalice lips. That was what she wanted, oh yes! "Put it in," she cried, "ram it in!" She hunched backwards toward the magic wand that could still her personal beast.

Alex did. Slowly. "Oohhh," she moaned, -as his fervent knob pushed inside her vulva and entered. She spasmed her twat lips and greedily gripped his marvelous cock just behind the oversized rubber bulb and tried to emulate the drawing, sucking action of whatever was delighting her tits. "Ohh! All the way," she begged. "Deeper! Deeper!"

Alex entered another inch or two, backed off, then drove to the hilt of his burning pole. He grunted in pleasure and let his prick soak in her drooling tight furnace.

It consumed Dee Dee with desire. Alex’s glowing poker had triggered an insatiable urge for friction, movement, relief She bucked and thrust her ass backwards and forward, trying to pump up the just-beyond hesitating soul-draining orgasm. Then suddenly, he pulled it completely out.

"Put it back," she cried, "fuck me! I’m coming, fuck me!!" She jerked at her manacled wrists to free herself and to get back on his prick. She almost been there. She just needed one more jab.

"You want orgasms," Alex said. "Great baby, I got just the thing!" He spread her vulva and inserted what felt like a golf ball, only it had a string or wire attached.

"What?" she was suddenly frightened. "What is it? What are you doing?"

"Sister Maude’s bridal cock." Marcus patted her head. "She loves it! We do it to her all the time!"

Again a switch was flipped. "EeeeetiIrnaaaee!" Dee Dee screamed as simultaneously her mind was blown apart.

Alternating electric currents contracted, then released- every muscle and tissue in the labyrinth of her vagina. Her clitoris literally vibrated and cast off rapturous bolts of excruciating orgasms. One after another, on and on. Her body was suddenly a volcano of erotic fire.

"Nnnnnoooooooo!!" She begged. Her mind was a distorted, disorganized blob of lascivious insanity. She couldn’t stand it. No one could stand such an onslaught of unrelenting organistic madness. She was moaning, screaming, raving as the exquisite torture spurted rivulets of cunt fluid from her twitching erupting crevice. It was torturous yet the greatest most wonderful lover In the world.

"Stop it!… Stop!… it!… Stop!…IT!… I…can’t… ooohhrreheee!… Can’t STAND IT!"

Miraculously it ceased.

"Now suck!" Marcus placed his throbbing whang to her lips. "And do it right or we turn it on again!"

Dee Dee was exhausted but mouthed the head• eagerly. Anything to keep that torturous machine off. Marcus’s cock tasted wonderful, mixed with the erotic breast massage from whatever was attached to her tits. His prick was so comforting in her mouth. It was smooth, slippery, just a long resilient warm meat pole, and perfect for her mouth size. It glowed with maleness and hidden joy. She caught one drop of pre-come on her tongue as it seeped out of his gently ramming rod and savored the salty bleach-flavored ooze. She liked this. No, she loved the feel of his hot velvety hammer probing the roof of her mouth, her cheeks, her tongue. Loved the way it slid in and out of her clutching lips as he gently fucked her face as the wondrous things were teasing currents of succulent pleasure from her nipple. She would have to do this with Bo. Have to. Oh, no!

Alex was going to fuck her ass again!

Marcus was enjoying this young little cocksucker. She didn’t really know what she was doing, but he would teach her. In the meantime, her sharp little teeth gripped his hammer just behind his glans so he couldn’t pull loose, and her cheeks actually sunk in from the force of her sucking. Yes, he would teach her good! Still, she was so tiny, with such a small mouth and neck, perhaps be shouldn’t.

Her persistent chewing action, the hot slobbering saliva in her mouth, her darting exploring tongue on his pee hole were all getting to him. She could really suck a cock. He reached down, took her by the ears and aligned her mouth with her throat. He wanted all of his cock in her. His balls were jiggling, rumbling, and building up an excess of jism. She had prevented him from jamming his rod down her throat the first time by tooth-gripping his prick, but not this time. Now she was going to learn what sucking a cock was all about.

"Take a deep breath, pussy, and hold it!" he ordered and waited until she inhaled. "All right." He was panting, his cock was on fire. "Now relax your throat muscles, here I come." He held her head tightly and shoved his cock into her throat mightly.

Dee Dee tried to shut her throat and overcome the terrible urge to gag. But the pressure behind his burning grizzle was too much. She felt her throat open and the huge cock slid deep in her gullet. She panicked and swallowed desperately, trying- to clear her air passages so she could breath. The more she swallowed the deeper his searing meat pole entered her throat. It went past everything, past swallowing, past air pass-age, and stretched into her esophagus. "Uuummm… uuummm," she tried to ask for air, but the wonderful whang continued until her nose was buried in his pubic hairs.

My God, she had done it! The wonderful steaming meat was all the way in her throat, and she wasn’t dead! Nothing had happened except she couldn’t stop her swallowing reflexes, nor the light-headed erotic pleasure that was engulfing her body. Oh, it was good. Oh God, she wanted it in further! Then it started out! tip past her swallower and windpipe and stopped free to let her breath air, to lick and chew on the tasty cucumber.

"Deep breath again," Marcus urged.

Dee Dee did, only this time, as his cock slid down her throat, she felt erogenous pain-pleasure from Alex’s deformed devil tail as it forced past her ass sphincter and plowed up to her colon.

"Ooohhhh." In her ass, down her throat, on her tits… oh God she was in a cocksucking, asshole-fucking, tit-sucking heaven. So why couldn’t she come? Why did heaven remain just a hint away?

Alex was used to assholes. It was the only way to fuck. But this teenage beauty had the tightest, sweetest, smallest, most tender shit shoot he had ever fucked. He loved the way she tried to prevent his meat from entering. He liked her moans of hurt, of displeasure, but most of all, he loved the idea of fucking an ass that no one ever had fucked before.

Jeeesse! He drove his prick in to the hilt. Then he finger-gripped her young pinkish firm ass globes and mashed. "Wiggle your ass, bitch!" he commanded and slapped her hard with his calloused finger. That brought her attention back to his business. "Oh yeah, oh yeah!" He drove savagely in and out of her snug, sultry anal sleeve, pumping for orgasm relief and snarled and slapped her ass for the exquisite bombastic delirium he knew lay in her hot soft ass. "Yaaa yaaa!" He was coming. Her rotten, ripe, bitter, sweet, resisting, submitting, fiery ass was tugging and hammering at his bails to release their heaven’s nectar His cock was beyond swelling, it was going to explode All that was lacking was… He reached down quickly and flipped the switch on Sister Maude’s bridal cock.

Marcus didn’t care if Dee Dee breathed or not. He was in the deep short rolls, his cock sliding with just a hint of tightness down into the depths of this bitch’s velutinous hotness. His balls, as if in slow motion, had opened and projected the first of many insanely carnal blasts of ecstasy toward his cock hole. He was, coming. His eyes were glazed, his body suspended in salacious delight as he rammed her head against his pelvic to get more of his tool down her throat. He was yelling, Alex was yelling, and suddenly, the girl was quivering and jerking like a fish speared in the mouth and ass, then suspended to flop. Marcus screamed as his cock bucked and puked jism bullets down the bitch’s throat.

Dee Dee felt Marcus’s cock stiffen and swell in her throat simultaneously with Alex’s devil spear in her ass. Both quickened their cadence and increased the thrusts. She didn’t care, except she knew they were close to orgasm while she was worlds away. She wasn’t in pain, far from it. She loved the taste and feel of a cock as it slipped effortlessly up and down her throat. She loved the smell and enjoyed the tickle of his pubic hairs when he bottomed out. The same with Alex. Each time he drove into her excited ass, his balls would slap against her drooling clitoris and send luscious electrical slivers of delicious ecstasy cascading throughout her. Still, she wanted to peak, wanted release from her personal hell beast that was thrashing so in her stomach.

She heard Marcus and Alex yell and felt the dual boiling love sperm spouts of burning bullets in her throat and ass. Oh God! Oh God! If only then Alex turned on the thing in her cunt and she went completely insane.

Never, ever, had anything consumed her so totally. She was driven outside herself in excruciating, rapturous carnal lust. Her throat contracted around Marcus’s splendid spouting spigot, her stomach and groin muscles clung and sucked on Alex’s devil spear, her clitoris and vulva vibrated and gushed streams of ecstatic juice, her breasts were blown apart from volcanic pleasure. While all the time her total body and mind zigzagged and sputtered, whirled and exploded in an avalanche of unbearable, erogenous desire and release, of not being able to stand such joy, but, please God, never let it stop!

It was too much! She really couldn’t stand it. The last she remembered was trying to scream with Marcus’s prick still down her throat. Chapter 9

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 I 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 ten 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’shuge 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 I 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 Jove 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!"