'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.
