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, ggaawwd!'
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.'
