Dee Dee let him lay full-weight on her while he caught his breath. She sure wasn't happy. But why wasn't she? What was wrong with her? She had not wanted to screw Herbie or Bruce in the first place. She was only doing it to get the car fixed. She should be glad he was like a jack rabbit. No… not should be… was glad. 'If you're through,' she put ice in her voice, 'let me up.'
Herbie blew out a breath and worked back on his hands over her and looked down. 'Who says I'm through?' he said grinning. Then he dropped his mouth to her breasts.
'Oooohhhh…' his fiery tongue created waves of delight. Damn him, he got what he wanted, he had come. Then why didn't she kick him off? She had fulfilled her part of the bargain… but… ohhhh it felt so good.
Herbie braced himself with his left arm and brought his right hand to Dee Dee's lovely mounts of soft protuberances. He squeezed and mashed the pink rubber-hard corona upwards where he could tooth the berry on all sides while pinching and caressing the warm deliciousness. He had never before came twice in a woman without taking it out and resting. But then, he had never fucked such a beautiful girl nor had such a tight-grabbing pussy on his prick.
'What the hell!' His cock was hardening again. He moved it out and in a quarter-inch to test its rigidness for thrusting. Her marvelous cunt clutched at his retreat then surrendered when he eased back in. It was going to get hard. It was getting hard! Shit and balls, what a pussy! Her luscious tit tasted so good he wanted to bite off the tantalizing nipple and bury his nose inside her glowing succulent globes. He drew his cock halfway out then plunged to the hilt. He damn near came again when he felt her helping. Well all right, all right! He lay full-weight on her torrid body, kneeling, caressing and sucking one quivering lustful breast as he worked his free left hand to her rock-hard, hot ass cheeks.
Dee Dee wasn't angry anymore. She was in love. In love with the incandescent glow Herbie's mouth was building in her breast, building in her bucking salivating furnace with his rock-hard shaft and building on her ass cheeks with his mashing, digging fingers. She wanted more of his throbbing rod in her, needed more. The mind- blowing trigger of exquisite rapture lay just beyond the bottoming boomer.
'Deeper,' she panted, 'harder, deeper…oooohhh, fuck me, fuck me.'
'You're getting it all,' Herbie grunted.
'Deeper… please… deeper!' Pulsating waves of delight radiated far in her crevice. 'Ooooohhhhh.' She was on the brink of pure heavenly ecstasy. She felt her love juice oozing around his driving prick. 'More… more!!'
'OK, OK.' Herbie withdrew his burning rod and sat on his knees. 'Get on your hands and knees… hurry.'
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 FOUR
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!'
