Roman Hans - Hot and horny Holiday

On an impulse, Dee Dee suddenly plunge-suckstuffed Bo's semi-hard cock all the way in her mouth, then opened her throat and swallowed. Oh, God!! A sensuous, erotic shiver rippled over her body as Bo's meat slid all the way down her throat until her lips touched his pubic hairs.

Bo gasped and tensed. "Oh Jesus I Kitten! Oh Jesus!"

Dee Dee could feel his hot cock thickening and hardening in her throat as she swallowed and massaged the salami. As much as she enjoyed the wondrous meat so deep in her, she knew she had to get it out before Bo's cock reached its monstrous size. She put her hands on Bo's groin and pushed away from him. When his cock popped free, it sprung straight up, hard and ready.

"What about now?" Dee Dee said and motioned to his cock. "Looks like you're ready after all!"

"He might be," Auntie said from the doorway, "but you're damn sure not."

Dee Dee glanced at her Aunt. Dee Dee didn't know why but her urge suddenly died as if ice water were tossed on her belly. "What is it? What's the matter?"

"That was Herbie on the phone." Auntie's face was ash-white. "He said to tell you that Mr. Doyle just got back from his vacation and is looking for his car."

Dee Dee damn near fainted. Chapter 12

Mr. Doyle was a fussy, crotchety old widower of seventy. When Dee Dee walked into her house he was mad as hell and fuming at Auntie.

"What do you mean, she took my car? That's theft! Who gave her the right? That's the trouble with the young whipper-snappers of today. They don't have any respect for other people's property."

Auntie was overly solicitous. "You're right, Mr. Doyle, absolutely right. She was wrong, absolutely wrong, but I'm sure she didn't plan on a hit-and-run. On the… "

"She didn't have a right to take it in the first place." Mr. Doyle wouldn't be pacified. "She's been in my place every day since. "There're probably other things missing!"

That got to Dee Dee. Granted she was wrong in using his car, but she wasn't a thief. "That's not so!" she blurted out and marched in front of the old man. "I've never taken a thing of yours!"

"You took my car!"

"I borrowed your car. I was… "

"Same thing. You had no right!" He waved an old gnarled finger in her face. "Impertinent, that's what you youngsters are, and irresponsible! You just have no respect. Well," He nodded his head in a decision. "I'm going to teach you! I'm going to put the police on you '" He started out the door.

"No, wait!" Dee Dee followed him out the door. I'Wait, I'm sorry! Honest, I didn't mean it." But Mr. Doyle wouldn't listen.

Both Dee Dee and Auntie pleaded with the old man all the way to his house to no avail. At his door he turned and faced both.

"Get now, both of you! My mind's made up. She needs a lesson."

But they crowded into his house and Auntie closed the door. "Surely we can talk about it," Auntie said. "Surely there is something we can do to convince you it will never happen again." The mad look on Mr. Doyle's face sort of dissolved into a calculating, feeling-out mask. "What you got in mind?"

"Well," Auntie said, "as I explained, she will fix your car, IS having your car fixed at this moment. It will be as good as new. All she needs is a bit of time and she really is a good girl. She never meant to… "

"That's what you're willing to do?" Mr. Doyle sneered. "Just bed. Hummph!"

Dee Dee had been watching Mr. Doyle's face. She saw his interest when Auntie said there must be something they could do, and had seen the disappointment as Auntie answered. She had seen the same look and heard the identical tone of voice with boys when they had asked if they could kiss her good night and been rejected. Could this old man possibly be interested in sex? Mr. Doyle was eyeing Auntie. Did he want to fuck Auntie? Is that what he was after?

"We meant anything!" Dee Dee blurted out. "Anything you want us to do, we'll do for you as long as you don't call the police!"

Mr. Doyle's wrinkled face broke into a wide grin. "Anything, you say? Well now, young lady, that could take in quite a bit."

Dee Dee suddenly knew. Mr. Doyle did want to fuck A warm flush of relief swept through her as she began to unbutton. her blouse. She smiled. "I said it takes in anything-you-want, just so you don't call the police." She sbed her blouse and arched her back to lift her magnificent voluptuous breasts and stepped close to Mr. Doyle. "Anything!"

Mr Doyle's eyes damn near popped out of his head. Little sweat droplets appeared on his forehead. He raised his claw hand and mashed on the downy pendulous boob, all the time watching Dee. Dee's eyes closely for any sign of rejection. He seemed satisfied she meant what she said.

"I'm an old man, sweetie. Anything to me doesn't mean what you're offering."

The old man's hand suddenly felt icy on her breast. "What do you mean?" Dee Dee tried to keep the fear out of her voice. "What… what do you want? What else is there?"

"I like to watch," Mr. Doyle leered softly.

Auntie broke in, "Watch! Watch what? There's just us here!"

"You'll do. That's what I like to watch."

Dee Dee understood and was elated. He seemed to be saying he liked to watch two women fondle and suck each other. Her and Auntie. Oh my, that would be fine. She hadn't liked the idea of this old wrinkled-skinned, smelly old man fucking her anyway. But her and Auntie! She remembered back at Bo's apartment and the sensuous pleasure of Auntie's glowing breasts, the lust-perfume of her ardent, scintillating snatch.

"He means us, Auntie!" Dee Dee smiled. "I'm for that. Get your clothes off."

Auntie understood. "Bless you!" she said to Mr. Doyle and stripped off her dress.

Doyle waited until both were naked then nodded. "You can do it upstairs!' And he led the way.

Dee Dee felt Auntie's soft warm arm around her waist and her velvet lips nuzzling her neck as they went up the stairs to the bedroom.

"I'll be gentle, Honey," she said, "I'll be good. You'll see."

"I didn't think you'd mind helping me." Dee Dee grinned at her. "Seeing it's what you've been wanting to do all along. Right?"

"God, yes!" Auntie kissed her neck and squeezed her waist.

"You are the fuckee!' Doyle pointed to Auntie. "Get on the bed on your back. And you," he said, pointing to Dee Dee, "put this on. You're the fucker." He tossed Dee Dee a huge rubber dildo.

The dildo was at least ten inches long and as thick as her wrist. It was even larger than Bo's magnificent prick, much larger. It was made of a sponge-rubber substance and had a harness type outfit attached made from leather straps.

Mr. Doyle must have seen her confusion. "You strap it on. Hell!" He stepped behind Dee Dee, took the straps and buckled the one at the waist. "It's easy."

Dee Dee was dumbfounded. "Wait!" She felt his hand between her legs, grabbing one of the straps and pulling it behind her. "What's going on? What are you doing?"

"Stand still!" Mr. Doyle barked, reached between her legs and got the other strap. He tightened it and said, "There!" The huge phallus hung out from her quim like an Italian sausage. It looked threatening, grotesque.

"Now get on her… you're the fucker. Get to fucking!" He clawed at his own clothes to get them off.

Aunt Clara was in shock. This couldn't be happening. She had come up here to love and fondle her lovely Honey Pot. But something terrible had occurred. Doyle had ordered her on the bed and had strapped a huge rubber prick on Dee Dee and wanted Dee Dee to fuck her with it.

"NO!" She shook her head. "No, I can't!" She backed away from the hated symbol of male dominance. "I can't!"

"Can't, huh?" Mr. Doyle paused in removing his shorts. "Well you better, if you don't want the law on her!" He nodded towards a pathetic, confused Dee Dee.

"But I'm a virgin. I can't. I've never… done it. I just can't!"