Roman Hans - Hot and horny Holiday

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."