Roman Hans - Hot and horny Holiday

Delightfully, there had not been any pain. Auntie didn't know if it was because his cock wasn't near the size of Bo's, or if the second time was supposed to feel like this. In any case, she liked it, what there was of it. His hot come in her ass channel seemed to boil and blend with her own amplifying passion and trigger her raging clitoris to a frenzied, volcanic, ecstatic orgasm. She opened her anus sphincter for more of his spitting prick, relaxed her weight muscles and gave herself to the double, glutinous passion.

Auntie's face contorted as if in excruciating pain. Her eyes squeezed shut. Her mouth opened and she screamed in ravenous orgasm while the double weight of her and Mr. Doyle plunged the wicked, terrible pole into Dee Dee to the hilt.

The horrible hammer crashed into Dee Dee's cervix with the force of a battering ram. It splayed the lips and dove inward with an ungodly hurting, ripping, rapturous, erotic, excruciating ecstatic ecstasy.

"Ooohhh! Gggaaa wwwddd! Auntie I ohh Godddddd!!!!"

The massive intruder lay deep within her womb and exploded torrents of magnificent, glorious, unbelievable, insanity. Her cunt sleeve was gushing come juice as thunderous hurting claps of lascivious luxury radiated from her sucking, grabbing womb and cascaded throughout her body.

Nothing ever had been this ungodly painful yet deliriously ravenous. Dee Dee couldn't stand it. Everything dissolved in velvet blackness. Chapter 14

Dee Dee stayed in bed Sunday morning. Aunt Clara looked in on her and seemed to understand.

"That's all right, Honey Lamb. You've had a hard week. You rest, I'll see you after church."

Dee Dee listened to Auntie's footsteps go down the stairs, out the door and click off down the sidewalk. She stretched and yawned luxuriously. It was a beautiful day. The sun was in its heaven, the robins were singing and her problems were all but over. All that remained was for Herbie or Bruce or both to deliver the car to old Mr. Doyle and her personal nightmare was done.

Still, had it really been a nightmare? True, she hadn't cared for the treatment received by the Brazo brothers. She could almost still feel the stinging, fiery heat on her ass cheeks that had been inflicted by the ping-pong paddle. She rolled on her side, tightened her sponge-rubber softhard hillocks and clawed her fingers into the satin, warming flesh. The hurt from her squeezing made her clench her teeth and stop, but it also caused her breath to increase and an animal masochistic desire sparked throughout her body. She forced her mind from the ordeal to more pleasant memories.

Herbie had been tolerable. Especially when he did it doggy and fondled her breasts at the same time. Jeeese! Dee Dee rubbed and massaged her suddenly aching, hardening nipples. Even Bruce had his good points. As much as she despised the nasty dirty little welp, his cock had been small enough for her to swallow. She swallowed the saliva that had sprung in her mouth and put Bruce out of her mind. Auntie was good at eating cunt.

Dee Dee reached down and cupped her love juice-oozing, suddenly sizzling twat. "Ummm!" slipped between her lips as a scintillating precious tingle of electrified lust vibrated throughout.

The best by far had been Bo. She rubbed her volatile, scorching cunt and felt the sensuous rapture build. "Oh Bo! God Bo! Where is your fucking hard! Fucking magnificent cock!

She rocked her drooling, fervent clitty upwards and gripped her voluptuous, hardened, craving breasts while rubbing and finger fucking herself for relief.

"Bo! God Bo! Aa wwww! shiiittt!" Mini-bolts of exquisite joy spasmed from her fuck cave and forced her to release her clitoris.

She lay back and panted for breath then became disgusted with herself. She was back to masturbation. What in the hell was wrong with her? If she wanted to get fucked, all she need do was call Bo. She didn't have to do this. It just wasn't satisfying. It didn't get in deep enough to slay down her ache-itch monster.

Dee Dee sprang from the bed and skipped downstairs to the phone. It rang three times before a sleepy Bruce answered.

"Is Bo there? This is Dee Dee."

Bruce's voice livened up. "Hi Doll. No, he went out some time ago. How about me? Can I help you?"

"No." Dee Dee tried to keep the scorn out of her voice. "Do you know where he went? I've got to get in touch with him."

"Is it important?"

"Well, yes, very. Where did he go?"

"If you want to come over here and help me out of a problem I woke up with, I'll tell you." There was a nasty leer in his voice.

"Damn you!" Dee Dee was frustrated. "Go to hen!" She hung up. So what could she do now? She rubbed her groin to ease the growing knot of want. Bo's wonderful prick was the only thing that… "Wait!" she said it aloud, "Wait a minute." A warm feeling crept over her. There was Mr. Doyle's dildo! Yes indeedie! It had been hard and cold and a poor substitute for a real cock, but it had entered her womb and blown her mind. If only!

She didn't have a dildo like Mr. Doyle's, but anything long would do. Anything. She looked around in thought. What? Pop bottles were thick enough but not long enough. Auntie's rolling pin was long enough but she could never get a thing that fat inside her. What? What? Damn. She rubbed her burning love nest and coaxed delicious waves of desire from the drooling chute. What could she use? Her eye caught the broom. Sure, why not? Any old port in a storm. She grabbed the broom by its smooth wooden handle and ran, upstairs.

It was awkward. Dee Dee wasn't strong enough to hold the sweeping brush-end of the broom up while she used just the end nine or ten inches of the handle. She arched her back, allowed the broom to lay on the bed and tried to insert the handle that way. She couldn't, it hurt, it was the wrong angle. Damn! Damn! She threw the broom away from her.

What was wrong with her? What had she become? Was she actually going to run a broom handle up her cunt? She must be mad. Damn her ache-monster! She rubbed at her slobbering, torrid pussy and bit her lips as the rapture rose.

"Oh, I want to get fucked." She moaned and fingered herself. The splendid, explosive, lascivious glow built and expanded in her ardent vagina. It was good! It was wonderful! But she needed Bo. "Oh Bo! Fuck me! Fuck me!" She spasmed from the jerking, spitting orgasm, then lay back exhausted, unsatisfied, unfulfilled and disgusted with herself.

"Hey! Anybody at home?"

Dee Dee's heart flipped in recognition and de light. Who said there wasn't a God. "Up here, Bo. I'm up here!" Then she lay on her side in the most provocative position she could muster.

"I got the car outside." Bo's voice came up the stairs. "Come on out and see it. You can't tell if it's… " He entered the room and saw Dee Dee naked, smiling, waiting for him on the bed, and he forgot what he was saying.

"Oh, Kitten!" There was oceans of gratitude and blessing in his voice. "Now?"

She raised her eyebrows, still smiling. "If you want."

"I do, I do!" Bo stripped off his shirt, shoes, socks, pants, and underdrawers, then paused before falling on his lovely Kitten and drank in her beauty.

She was such a vision of sensuous, pink-and-white loveliness. Her straw-colored hair was tossled about her angelic face in a luxurious lustful mass. Her deep brown fathomless eyes shown of promise of unparalleled erogenous joy. Her damp sultry lips seemed puffed in an exciting challenge to be knawed and bitten.

Her magnificent, voluptuous breasts, while slightly tipped on the side, remained firm, perspiration-covered canopies of tantalizing heaven that seemed to tremble and barely shake when she breathed.. Her areolas were a raging passion red, and her nodes like stiff miniature phalluses.

Her body and skin tone was that of deep, milky satin that almost dissolved in its libidinousness. Then came her drooling, pink-lipped honey cunt that pouted and barely throbbed for his rockhard, upright, straining cock.