Roman Hans - Hot and horny Holiday

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.