'Oh no!' She was so tired, she wanted to rest, to soak in the contentment.
'You promised,' Bo reminded.
She remembered and was a little uneasy. She had promised but it all had seemed so long ago, still… 'I know,' she said, 'I know, but let's nap first. Just twenty winks.'
'You nap.' Bo mouthed her hot, erect pink nipple and squeezed it to the roof of his mouth, then flipped it against his teeth with his tongue.
'UUmmm!' Kitten's eyes were closed but she jerked and offered her breast for more.
Bo dug his fingers into the voluptuous velvet and nibbled gently on her tasty node with his teeth. She liked it. She was coming around. He felt her feather-warm hand gently probing for his hardened ready prick. He turned on his side and offered her his balls, asshole, shaft and all, then eased his hand down to her burning, leaking eager cunt and returned the favor.
Would he ever get over the smallness and softness of her pussy? He gentled his finger into her searing, satin, slit and marveled at its heat, its slipperiness. Kitten quivered, lifted her quim for more and stroked up and down on his hammer.
'Do it! Bo! Do it again!' she moaned.
Bo wanted to. Her lovely, glowing, salivating vagina was gently grasping and squeezing his finger. Her hand was frantically pumping on his stiff, ready pole. He could almost feel her pussy massaging his cock. He should tease her a bit more. He should suck her luscious trembling tits and tickle her clitoris until she was a slobbering, crazed, fuck animal. He should… but God! He wanted in her!
'Open your legs!' He slid between her radiating luxurious thighs and clamped her mouth over hers prior to entry.
Her lips and mouth were so lustfully wanton. Her sweet needing breath was panting, demanding that he enter. She stabbed her fiery tongue into his mouth and moaned as she wiggled her cunt to find his promised pole. Oh, was she ever ready.
He lay flat on her feverish velutinous body, reached down and grabbed both her smooth sultry ass cheek hillocks and positioned his now aching horn over her hot hole. Should he just ram it all in her? Or should he gently tease it in, bit by bit?
Kitten's strong warm hands clawed at his back, his ass. She was feverish with desire. He eased the head of his cock into her drooling furnace. 'Ooohhh sshhittt!!' He wasn't going to ram it in her all at once. He was just too big for such a wee fuck shoot. But it felt so good he lost control. Her jerked back half an inch to slobber-wet his pole then tore into the exquisite, sensual hotness. Kitten screamed.
'Aaaahhhhhhheee!!!' And came.
Bo regained his sanity and turned rigid. His cock felt so good and was so volcanic he didn't dare move.
'Don't move! Don't move! Kitten!' he panted and squeezed his sphincter to hold back the boiling bliss.
'Like Hell!' She yelled, clawing at his ass cheeks and bucking her torrid pussy for more friction, more of his cock.
'No! Don't! Don't!' He strained and squeezed to hold back the goodness, but Kitten slid her small seeking hand down the cheek of his ass and one small burning finger popped into his asshole.
'Oh gaawwdd!!' He bucked his branding iron cock in and out of her spurting, luxurious, sucking cunt and released the exquisite, rapturous jism from his nuts. With each ramming plunge of his spitting cock, great torrents of erogenous bliss spewed throughout his body and turned him into a trip-hammer fuck machine. He couldn't stand it, he wanted more. He had to stop but couldn't stop. His guts and juices, his body and soul pumped out the head of his cock, and he wished he could dissolve and join them in the carnal passion of her velutinous labyrinth.
'Aaahhhhheeeiii!!' Kitten was screaming, throwing her head from side to side and trembling as if to shake apart.
Bo drove one more time to her womb opening but couldn't enter. He fell on her perspiring-burning body and gasped for breath. He had never been fucked so well.
'More!' Kitten bumped her cunt at his pelvis. 'More! Please!' Her eyes were closed. She was still in a lustful trance of fuck-need. Oh shit! Oh shit! He got carried away again. He had allowed himself to come too fast. He had to do something. She still wanted more. If he left her hanging like this, he would never get on her again. He eased his softening hammer in and out of her clutching, drooling, demanding hole a quarter-inch a stroke. 'Don't soften, damn you!' he begged his cock. 'Harder! Harder!' But it didn't seem to be listening.
Aunt Clara couldn't get it together. Ever since that damn cop had interrupted her seducing Dee Dee this morning, she had been restless, edgy, unfulfilled. Clara knew what was wrong. She wanted to lap Dee Dee's cunt until her own ovaries were wrung out shredded berries and her terrible need was stilled. Damn, she had been so close to mouthing and chewing on Honey Pot's tender clitoris, when that damn cop…
If only the cop hadn't arrived at that particular time. She could have satisfied Honey and maybe Honey wouldn't have gone to Bo. Clara slapped at the dining room table with her dust rag. Bo!! Damn him, damn him! He was probably fucking her now with that awful thing of his. Clara shuddered at the remembrance of his large thing violating her ass. Heavens! It had hurt, boiling so hot and hard in and out of her anus. She stopped her dusting and thought.
Still, after awhile there had been a glow and a surprising pleasure when he came. NO! NO! She shook the ugly thoughts away. It had hurt. That was one reason why she hated men. They were brutal and only wanted a woman's body for their pleasure. They never thought of the female. They were animals.
She reached back and touched at her asshole. It wasn't sore a bit now. But then, it never had actually been sore. Just stretched. She looked at the kitchen clock. Eleven o'clock. Honey had been gone two hours. She ought to just go get her. Two hours was long enough to put up with any man, and especially when they don't know what they are doing to begin with. Clara made up her mind and called a cab.
Clara knocked timidly. It wasn't loud enough to disturb them if they were in bed, yet could be heard if they weren't. No answer. Her heart beat faster, good, maybe she would catch them as before. She tried the door. It was open. She entered the apartment, closed the door then stood frozen, listening.
'More! More, please!'
Clara's heart jumped into her throat. Her senses flushed. They had to be fucking, that was Honey's voice, and it dripped with passion. She had timed it just right. She tossed her purse on the couch and hurried to the bedroom door that was slightly open. There! Yes! Both were naked, fucking. But wait!
Dee Dee's pinkish-hot, perspiring body was almost buried under Bo. Her babyish innocent face was contorted in ecstatic want. Her lovely, glutinous breasts were strained upwards in demanding, urgent mounts of desire. Her velutinous legs were splayed wide, and she was bumping her clutching, reddened, drooling heaven hole into Bo's embedded monster with a frantic urgency. But what was wrong with Bo? His face was frowned in concern. No! Not concern, pain! The son of a bitch was in pain!
It was almost like he didn't want to be fucking but was forcing himself. Clara felt like she must have died and went to heaven. Dee Dee was completely out of her mind and off somewhere in a consuming cloud of carnal passion. She wouldn't know, or care who was doing what to her, and Bo looked like he would welcome someone else taking over. She clawed at her clothes to get them off.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Bo was softening in her and it frustrated Dee Dee. His huge, wonderful shaft of iron was turning to marshmallow and withdrawing from her craving chalice just when she needed it most.
'No!' She kept her eyes shut and shook her head. 'Don't take it out! Don't!' She grabbed at his back to hold him to her.
'Easy, Kitten. I'm through!'
Bo eased her arms away from his back while continuing to withdraw. It made her mad. Sudden anger boiled in her. She wanted more, more! 'Damn you!' She opened her eyes to really curse him and saw Auntie, naked, smiling, bending over and presenting one of her sugar, creamy breasts for sucking.
Dee Dee didn't know how or when Auntie had arrived and at the moment, didn't care. Her desire for Bo's hard cock disappeared and her mouth began salivating. What must another woman's breast taste like? Could it
