Roman Hans - Hot and horny Holiday

My God, she could scream. She was almost there. She needed more and he took it all away. She didn't know what he was going to do, and she didn't really care as long as he put his fuck wand back in her. She flipped over and rose on hands and knees. Herbie entered her from the rear… "Oooohhhh Gawwwd!" She dropped her face on the pillow and strained her ass upwards like a cat getting fucked. "That's it… that's it. Ooooohhhaaaawwww!" Some of heaven's delights released throughout her. The best was still to come.

Herbie paused balls deep until her orgasm quit then started again. "It's called dog-fashion. Gives me another quarter-inch."

"Oooohhh yes!"

Herbie lay her on her back and grabbed handfuls of dangling resilient mammary mounts. This was heaven. If he died tomorrow he had been properly fucked tonight. He dug his fingers into her magnificent tits and pulled as he drove in his cock. Then he shifted to the nipples and mash-pinched when he backed out. Yes! Yes! This was fucking. His cock was at the ungodly good erogenous stage where each sucking, grabbing, 'won't let go' stroke tingled his balls and bathed his entire body with succulent bliss.

Dee Dee was moaning a wanton "Ohhhhh, Ohhhhhhh" on each stroke and burrowing her viscous jism-slick sleeve for more. Herbie couldn't stand it. Her exquisite cunt furnace throat was ungodly tight and slick. He wanted more of his cock in her. More of himself in her steaming, luxurious, pussy-mashing softness. His cock was swelling, priming. He was going to explode, to come, and he couldn't get it in any farther. Oh shit, asshole, fuck, cunt… he was coming, coming. "aaaaaa wwwwwwwaaahhhhhh!!!"

Dee Dee felt Herbie's great gobs of molten jism cascade into her fiery want-tube, igniting sudden swells of joy and goodness. "Oooohhhh!" She moaned and quivered but the mammoth exquisite mind-blowing orgasm did not follow. It was just beyond. Oh God! Oh God! She pushed her consuming, needy, carnal fuck hole into Herbie for one more thrust to release the everlasting bliss. But it didn't come. Herbie collapsed on her back and panted. Oh shit, damn. "One more," she hunched her ass backwards and begged. "One more, hurry!" But his cock was barely twitching. He was through.

Dee Dee bit her lip in frustration. What was the matter with him? Why didn't he let her come? The damn monster in her belly was worse than ever.

"Oh yes," a boyish tenor voice came from the doorway, "I see you have started without me."

It startled Dee Dee. She turned to a short, fat Bruce leering in the doorway. Chapter 4

Dee Dee didn't like Bruce. It wasn't his short, rounded body, or his bad teeth, or pudgy hands that always looked dirty. It was… just Bruce, The way his beady little eyes seemed to devour her. His nasty smirk and questionable "Oh Yeah!" to her most innocent of remarks. That was it. Bruce read dirt and filth into everything she said and did and she didn't like it.

He was stripping now, peeling his shirt from his lumpy fat-rolled body, kicking off his shoes, dropping his pants. He was ugly.

"Your turn." Herbie drew his semi-soft cock out of her and released a hot stream of their jism to drool into her pubes and dirty her pubic hairs.

Now that the glow was gone, she sat up and watched Bruce work his shorts over his short, stubby, stiff cock and drop his shorts. Her ache was thumping in her groin, but worse, her whole pelvis seemed tender, uncomfortable, sore. The sight of his prick did nothing for her. No! That wasn't true. It convinced her she was much too sore. She started off the bed.

"Hey!" Bruce was surprised. "Where you going? Lay down there."

"I have to clean."

"No you don't!" Bruce set his hand on one of her warm, resilient globes and stopped her. "I'll clean you… my way! Lay down there, honey!" He half-pushed.

Dee Dee almost shrank from his touch. "No," she said, "tomorrow!"

"What!! Tomorrow, shit! Now! A deal's a deal and I'm ready now! Get down there!!!"

His sudden anger shocked and frightened her. Why, he was a dangerous, nasty little man. She had misjudged his soft, fat, body-incompetence for weakness. In reality he was capable of hurting her if crossed. She softened her tone and painted a smile. "You're right, I agreed. It's a deal. I won't back out, but not tonight, I'm sore, honest, real sore. Besides it's getting too late and I have to get home." She broadened her smile to convince him. "Tomorrow will be better. I won't be sore and can do you right. You do want me right, don't you?"

He calmed some. "You're sore, huh? How about your mouth? Nothing sore about that, is there?"

"My mouth?" Dee Dee didn't understand.

"Sure," he smirked, "a blow job will tide me over until tomorrow."

Dee Dee's stomach flopped at the thought. "You mean, suck on your thing?"

"Yeah… my cock… Blow me!"

Dee Dee pushed by him. "I've got to clean," she said and half-ran from his protests. She couldn't do that. She couldn't put his nasty thing in her mouth. She swallowed hard to stay her churning stomach. She wouldn't do it and that was all there was to it.

In the bathroom she thought about a warm shower to cleanse the salty sticky perspiration from her body. Then shook her head. Female instinct warned against soaping her charms without a locked door between her and stiff cocks. She cleaned with a washcloth, then called for her clothes from the toilet. Bruce protested, but Herbie agreed that after the fucking he had given her, she had to be sore and brought her clothes.

"Tomorrow then, damn it." Bruce had put on his shorts. "And you're going to suck it, plus fuck me or I won't fix your car!"

Dee Dee smiled and left the apartment just happy to be out of that. But what about tomorrow?

Aunt Clara was waiting when she arrived home. "Where's your books?" she asked.

The question startled Dee Dee. She had been so anxious to get away from Bruce, she had run off without them. "Oh," her mind raced, "I left them with Bo. He's going to type them for me. I'll stop by in the morning."

Aunt Clara looked doubtful. "He's going to one finger type? What brought that on?"

Dee Dee shrugged, it had been a foolish thing to say. "I don't know. I'm beat. Good night."

She started for the stairs and her room, but, Aunt Clara stopped her with a sharp, "Hold it!" then softened her face to a smile. "Not without my sugar," and held out her arms.

Dee Dee accepted the pleasant warm hug and offered her mouth. Aunt Clara kissed her tenderly, then turned her and slapped her ass cheeks, sending her on her way. "Devil!" she smiled. "Off to bed with you!"

Dee Dee tucked her billowy wheat-colored hair into a shower cap, then allowed the soothing warm spray to drain off her weariness before soaping. It had been an eventful day. Bo had broken her and slain her terrible dragon itch-ache with his wonderful tool. It had been so heavenly, so mind-blowing, she didn't know how she survived. Herbie had been all right as long as he lasted. But throughout his total efforts, he couldn't quite still her need or soar her to the heights.

Her stomach muscles twitched under her soapy massage and radiated a stirring growl from her private beast. Damn, Herbie had done or not done, more than not satisfy her. She was uneasy again, nervous and frustrated. Her hand strayed to her quim. A tinge of soreness cleared her mind. She removed her hand as if it were caught in a flame. What was the matter with her? Masturbation had never satisfied her desires. Only Bo had done that with his wondrous meat-pole. She warmed at the thought. That was it! Maybe she would stop by his place in the morning.

Bo fought out of the arms of sleep and grumble-stumbled to the door. God damn, it was only a quarter after seven, if it were not Bruce and Herbie banging around for their breakfast, it was some asshole salesman. He wondered if he would ever get eight hours of sleep. He jerked the door open to a smiling Kitten.