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. "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 opened 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!"
"Suit yourself!" Doyle pulled up his shorts and reached for his pants. "Then she goes to jail as a thief!"
"I'll do it!" Dee Dee broke in. "Here!" She started to unbuckle the contraption. "You wear it, Auntie. I'll get on the bottom!"
"I said her!" Doyle pointed at Auntie. "And her it's going to be!"
Dee Dee didn't know what to do or say. She didn't want to put this nasty huge thing in Auntie because she knew Auntie was a virgin, still, if Auntie didn't consent, Doyle would go to the police. Oh Jesus! Lord! She didn't have a choice. "Please Auntie, do it. He means it, he'll send me to jail!"
Clara was revolted at the idea. She hated men and everything about men. Now her niece was begging to put the awful thing in her body. It was disgusting, unthinkable. And why should she? What had Dee Dee ever done for her except treat her with a patient forbearance over the years. Only once had she returned her caresses.
Clara thought back to Bo's place and the wonderfulness of Dee Dee's body. How she longed to repeat that delicious moment. Still, to allow that misshapened ball bat to enter her body was revolting and terribly frightening. It was so large and thick, could she handle such a thing? She stepped closer and lifted the solid, vinyl-covered appendage. Mercy, it had to weigh four pounds and was grotesque in its massiveness.
"It won't hurt." Dee Dee didn't sound convincing. "It's just a bit larger than Bo's and he put his up your ass, remember?"
Clara's anal sheath twitched. She nodded. "I remember, but in my vagina? I'm a virgin!"
"It doesn't hurt!" Dee Dee was too quick in her response. "You'll see. Bo didn't hurt me. Besides, it's built to take your maidenhead. See how it's pointed like a spear. It won't hurt. Honest!"
It was shaped like a spear. Maybe it wouldn't hurt, Clara thought.
"Oh please, Auntie, I don't want to go to jail!"
Clara looked deep into Dee Dee's eyes. Maybe after all these years it was time to come to a complete understanding between her and Honey Pot. Even if the dildo hurt a little it certainly couldn't get her pregnant and it wasn't a man.
"I'll make you a deal." She raised her eyebrows and smiled at Dee Dee. "I'll let you, but, from now on, forever, anytime I want you, you will make yourself available to me. Is it a bargain?"
Dee Dee seemed relieved. "Yes, Auntie, oh yes, anytime!"
"All right." Clara stepped to the bed, lay on her back and splayed her legs. "Then let's get it over with."
"Good!" Mr. Doyle jerked his shorts off, exposing his thin pasty-white body. His long, thick prick hung from his pelvis like a piece of sausage. It was brownish from age and speckled with blue-red veins. Clara was almost glad she was going to be invaded with the dildo and not Doyle's ugly prong.
"Better get some vaseline on it," he told Dee Dee. "Virgins are a mite dry sometimes." He tossed the jar to Dee Dee.
Dee Dee greased it good, then came to the bed and poised on her knees between Clara's legs. "I don't… I mean, I've never… done…"
"Just put it in." Doyle had an impatient, burning gleam in his eyes and his cock had risen almost one-third from his body. "Get it in her! I want to see her come!"
Dee Dee lifted the massive pole and positioned it just within the vulva lips. She looked at Clara with empathy and pushed.
Clara was tense as a board from apprehension. She had splayed her knees as far as possible to allow the entry, and had been expecting a certain amount of pain. But nothing like this!
"Aaawwwwwwwwaaa!" She screamed from the first blinding penetration and tried to back away from the searing, tearing hurt. Dee Dee stopped in alarm.
"Auntie?" Sorrow was in her voice.
Clara breathed deep and allowed the cutting sharp bolts to subside. Now it just felt strange. She opened her eyes and smiled. "Go on Honey, but gently."
Clara felt Dee Dee hunch again and the huge slippery horn eased into her tight vagina cavern, pushing muscles and stretching her cunt lips to an odd, provocative radiance. Good heavens! Good heavens! She tipped her coosy upwards and forced herself to relax. The hard slick pole drove effortlessly deep in her belly, pushing her stomach and sparking unparalleled delightful pangs of sensuous pleasure. What was happening to her? She couldn't be liking this. The tremendous stretching, filling pressure drove deep into her belly, then Dee Dee's hot velutinous body was lying on her, and she felt the cold leather base cup that held the dildo covering Dee Dee's cunt press against her straining pussy lips. It was all in her! My God! She had it all in her!
"Oohh!" She came. What was happening to her? She hated fucking. "Aaawww!" Another intense, erotic, bolt of ecstasy consumed her as Dee Dee drew the dildo out and slipped it back in to bottom. "Fuckme!" Clara heard herself cry as she hunched and bucked for more of the hard, lovable, pleasure stick. She was going mad. She couldn't like this. She loved women. She was a lesbian. She hated… "Aaaawwiiiiie!" She thrashed and flung her legs around Dee Dee's velvet ass cheeks to force more of the wonderful tool in her suddenly craving, raging, cunt cavern. "Harder! Faster! Harder! Ooooohhhh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" She hunched and bucked completely out of her mind in carnal lustfulness.
Dee Dee was building to a frantic orgasm. The wonderful dildo had a miniature semi-soft finger built into it that fit into her fiery clit. Each time she worked the huge pole in and out of Auntie, the soft, enchanting baby cock twiddled and twanged her ravenous clitoris and was building a churning, erogenous volcano in her belly. She didn't need coaxing from Auntie. The luscious baby finger was incentive enough.
"Oh! Oh!" Now she finally knew what it must feel like for a man. Auntie's scorching thighs were around her ass, hugging, loving, urging her onward. Auntie's craving, clutching arms were squeezing and pulling her close. She could feel Auntie's shimmering hard stomach muscles against hers as Auntie begged and pleaded for more. "Ooohhh!" A glorious, salacious grenade of rapturous bliss exploded in her ditty and electrified throughout her body. She paused to catch her breath.
"No!" Auntie begged, hunching her pussy at her. "Don't stop! Don't stop!!"
"That's right," Mr. Doyle panted. "That's right, fuck her! Pour it to her good!" He was dancing around them while pulling on his limp cock. First he squatted and stared at the dildo working into. Auntie's snatch, then went around to the front to leer excitedly in their faces as they built to climax. Dee Dee had to suppress a laugh. He looked like a skinny excited ostrich that was flapping around and somehow jacking off dead meat.
Dee Dee started the long, easy strokes that somehow pleased her clitoris more than any movement. The digit massaging of her ditty was somehow exasperating yet addicting. It was designed in such a way that it massaged her clitty when she pressed against it while driving the massive dildo into Auntie and rubbed as she withdrew. Short strokes didn't work. Dee Dee used her knees to withdraw the long imitation cock from Auntie's slobbering, clutching hole, then she stroked back in and felt the almost delirious ardent agitation flush her body in an incadescent flow of succulent enchantment.
Auntie arched her back at her depths' intrusion. One of her salacious, ripe, fervent, perspiring domes of heaven brushed Dee Dee's mouth. Dee Dee gulped the volatile corona into her salivating mouth and bit hard. Auntie quivered in ecstasy and came. Dee Dee paused until Auntie stopped thrusting, then she began her climb to rapturous, volcanic climax.
Auntie bent her pussy upwards toward her face. The movement forced Dee Dee's teeth off Auntie's heated nipple but placed her own wanting breast over Auntie's mouth. Auntie's hot lips smothering her aroused, delirious, tit node, damn near blew her into orbit. Only not quite!
Dee Dee moaned from the mini-orgasm and stroked faster in and out of Auntie's sloppy canal to prime the dildo digit into giving her unholy relief. But… it… wouldn't… "Aww!" "OOHH!" It wouldn't rip her ravenous volcano. Damn! Damn! Shit!
Mr. Doyle was before her. He was so excited he was literally flogging his one-third hard, reddened cock to death while his eyes burned and glowed. Out of desperation, Dee Dee reached quickly over and grabbed the limp prick and stuck it in her mouth.
Oh Jesus! She quivered and came again. His spongy wand tasted like urine and reeked of male musk but she didn't care. Sucking on his cock was helping her. Maybe she could come now!
"Hey! Oww! Aaaawwwwww!" Mr. Doyle's aged cock never hardened but it twitched and spit out boiling gobs of delicious come juice.
His screaming and jerking must have set Auntie off. She bit on Dee Dee's tender volatile breast then clamped her legs over Dee Dee's ass and prevented her from pumping. Auntie removed her lips and screamed. Both had come, only Dee Dee was left wanting.
"Get off her!" Mr. Doyle slapped Dee Dee on her ass. "I'm all done! Get off her!!"
The ardent, cuddling mist of carnal passion was still surrounding Dee Dee like a blanket. She wanted satisfaction. Needed satisfaction. Still, Auntie pushed at her shoulders and nodded.
"That's enough, love! That's enough!"
Dee Dee backed the huge prick out of Auntie and fell back on the bed in disgust. She had wanted to come. Then she had bad troubles. Mr. Doyle was angry. "You did it, you did it!" He was jumping mad at Dee Dee. "You took away my load before I could fuck in the ass! Get out! Get out!" He waved both her and Auntie towards the door. "God damn whipper-snapper, I'm going to have the law on you!"