put out. Ta Ta.' She smiled and waved out of the house.
Aww, it was nice to be a woman. She should have had her maidenhead busted a year ago.
Bo didn't have any bad news for his sister. Everything was going peaches and cream with Herbie and Bruce. What he did have for Dee Dee was a rock-hard cock and an almost insane desire to stick it once more up her tight, hot salivating slick piss hole. He would too, even if he had to knock her on her firm little ass.
He sat naked on the bed and stroked his large throbbing prick and wished she were here right now. Shit, he needed relief. His balls ached, his cock was so swollen and hard it threatened to break out of its stretched skin.
The jack-off felt good… but it was nowhere near like Dee Dee's slippery, grabbing, heaven cunt. Still, he had to do something. His passion was driving him mad. 'Awww!' he groaned as the warming deliciousness began in his balls and spread down the length of his reddening tool.
'Oh Kitten! Kitten!' He could almost imagine it in her hot hole as he flailed on his pole and tried to pump up the goodness and release his aching nuts. 'If you were here… if you were here… aawww Jesus!' The volcanic deliciousness was building and promising to erupt on the next stroke, the next… the nnexxxt… 'Aaauuuugggghhhhh! Shit!!' His iron rod paused and belched out a glob of pure quivering, jerking heaven. Shit! Shit! He stroked against the spasmodic joy and relieved his balls in a series of spurting jism droplets. 'Oooohhhh aaahhhhhhhhh!!' He slumped from the effort released his cock, then disgustedly wiped up his come from the floor with a handkerchief.
It hadn't helped. He wasn't satisfied. All he had managed to do was waste a splendid load that he could have just as well shot into Kitten's belly. Shit!! What was the matter with him? Pussy had never bothered him before. Why was he acting like this? He had been fucking since being seduced at thirteen by that drunken Mrs… Cline. Yes, that was her name. Bo shook his head in remembrance. Mrs. Cline… old drunken, floppy-titted, loose-cunted, Mrs. Cline. After young pussy, and especially after getting into Kitten, he wouldn't fuck Mrs. Cline again with someone else's prick, but she had shown him the wonders of woman. He remembered it as if it were yesterday.
It was collection day for his paper route. As usual, it was a Saturday night and he was getting the runaround from the deadbeats. 'My husband has all the money and he's out… come back tomorrow!'
'I don't have anything smaller than a hundred dollar bill. Come back tomorrow.'
'The money's all deposited and I don't want to waste a check on four dollars. Come back next week.' Damn 'em, he had his paper bill to pay.
Mrs. Cline was about forty, with frizzy reddish hair, huge soft-looking tits and a wide jiggling-assed walk. She had a drink in her hand when she opened the door, a funny vacant look to her watery blue eyes and wore only a thin, halfway buttoned-up robe.
'Well, sonny.' She raised her eyebrows and smiled at Bo. 'You're not exactly Robert Taylor, but I guess you can handle a neglected old horny married woman. Come in, come on in!' She threw the door open and staggered back into the gloomy living room. 'And lock the door,' she called over her shoulder.
'I'm collecting for the News.' Bo entered hesitantly, his heart racing, had she really said 'horny?' Did he hear her right? Horny meant a woman wanted to screw. Did she say horny? Oh Jesus, he hoped! He had never fucked and it was better than jacking off. Much better, the older boys were always telling him so.
'Well, close the damn door.' Mrs. Cline tipped her glass and tossed the drink down. 'If I'm going to fuck a kid, I'm not going to do it in front of the fucking neighbors!'
Bo was paralyzed. He couldn't believe his good fortune. She had said 'fuck a kid.' That was him! He flushed as his cock hardened and pushed against his shorts and pants. He was going to fuck a woman. My God, what should he do? How should he do it? The door!! He turned and slammed it shut, then flipped the lock. Should he drop his pants? Should he take out his cock? What the hell should he do?
'Don't you want to fuck me either?' Mrs. Cline jerked her robe open and looked down at her lovely soft- looking, drooping breasts and to her triangular bush between her plump white thighs. 'Harold don't want to fuck me anymore.' She brought her dazed blue eyes up to his. 'What's wrong with me?'
Instinct told Bo she was so drunk that she didn't know what she was saying or doing, and if he didn't do something quick, she would either pass out or forget why she had invited him in. He got his pants off quickly, freeing his hardening four-inch pecker, rushed over to her and started jabbing his eager prick at her hot furry mystery.
'Oh my!' A silly pleased grin broke over Mrs. Cline's face, and she threw her warm soft arms around his neck and blew alcoholic fumes in his face. 'Do it, kid, do it!' She hunched her pelvis to him, but all his cock hit was wet hotness. It was enough! A wonderful ecstatic feeling ricocheted from his cockhead, down to his nuts, then bounced back and out the head of his jerking prick. He growled and poked at her wonderful bush until his prick wouldn't let him continue, then stepped back to her dazed, disappointed stare.
'You didn't have it in!' she said. 'You come and didn't have it in! What kind of a fucker are you anyway?'
The soft rapping on his door brought an end to the embarrassing past. He shook his head in belated shame and went to answer. He had sure been a poor fuck that first time, but she had taught him well over the next six months.
It was Kitten at the door and looking good enough to eat. He would never get over the fact that he had fucked her. Just the sight of her sixteen-year-old flawless-complexioned beauty, her billows of wheat-colored hair, her liquid brown eyes, so deep and soothing, her tantalizing, pouting, sugar-sweet lips, her hidden voluptuous and general sensuous figure sent him spinning into joy and gladness. He was in love with her. In love with his sister and didn't care.
She was just a beautiful, tiny, sponge-rubber soft, warm, dream girl that he had never in his wildest hopes ever thought he would possess. But he had… and here she was again.
'Hi, Bo.' She smiled and stepped into the apartment. 'You said something about the car. What is it? What's the matter?'
Bo wanted to tell her the truth, wanted to ease her mind and say he had just caned her over to fuck, that there was nothing wrong with the car… but he couldn't take the chance. He wanted her so badly, so desperately that if she turned him down, he would… would?
'First, you take care of this, Kitten!' He pointed down to his three-quarter positioned hardening cock. 'Then I tell you!'
Dee Dee laughed deep in her throat, stepped over and gripped his wanton meat. 'Why that's blackmail, Bo. Come on, tell me first!' She gently stroked his straining rod, up and down, up and down.
'Aawwww!' slipped past his lips. She had said first! She was going to fuck him. Oh Jesus her gentleness felt so good. But would she, or was she just teasing? He had to be sure. 'N,' he said, 'first the bedroom… then the… the… ooohh!' Did it ever feel wonderful… 'The news,' he finished.
Dee Dee chuckled again. She had him and knew it. She would fuck him. She wanted his lovely huge cock in her as badly as he wanted to put it there. But this was a test of her newly-discovered power over men. He was going to tell her first!
As she gently stroked, she raised her sweater with her left hand and freed one bra-less bare breast. 'Suck it!' she commanded.
He immediately dropped his head and gulped his burning lips over her erect corona.
'Ummmmm,' Dee Dee sighed, it was nice. His searing, sucking tongue pressed her hard nipple against the roof of his mouth, then snapped an electrifying salacious tingle throughout her body. She squeezed on his radiating, pulsating, grizzle, then released it suddenly. He was getting to her. She had to keep control. 'That's enough.' She smiled and pulled back. Her tingling nipple made a small popping sound as it freed his eager lips. She pulled down her sweater. 'Unless you tell me!'
Bo was flushed and panting. She could almost smell his desire.
'I lied, Kitten! There's nothing to tell! Everything is fine. I just wanted some more of you!'
'Truth?' she inquired.
'God's oath, Kitten. Now come on, please, you got me crazy!'
The warmth of power swept through her and made her ten feet tall and slightly light-headed. She now had two slaves. Auntie and Bo. It was an intoxicating feeling after being subservient for so many years. She couldn't help exploiting it!
'All right,' she said, then held her hand to his chest, stopping his lunge to grab her, 'but on one condition.'
