Chapter 11
Trudy wasn't in the mood for screwing. She allowed Hank to nuzzle her neck and rub his warm hands over her belly, then she stopped him. "Don't, honey. I don't feel like it tonight."
"You don't?" Hank's voice held surprise. "Why? What's wrong?"
"Oh," Trudy wasn't going to tell him, but she felt guilty and partly responsible, "The old man next door had a heart attack today. He's in the hospital and in bad shape, I hear."
"So?" Hank was still baffled. "What's that to us?"
"Well," Trudy had to say it, "I feel partly responsible. You see, I went over to borrow a cup of sugar, and..." She thought fast; she couldn't tell Hank the whole truth. "I was in my halter and hot pants, and when he gave it to me, I... I kissed him thanks and he grabbed his heart and had an attack." Oh Lordie, what a story, but it was the best she could do.
Hank chuckled. "So you think you gave him the attack, huh?"
"Well, yes! Maybe if I hadn't kissed him.. . ? "
"Oh bologna." Hank buried his nose in her soft, female scented neck again. "He's an old man. If it's his time to go, it's his time to go. Your kissing him had nothing to do with it. Besides, he let you, didn't he?"
"Yes," Trudy said, and it all came clear. Why the hell was she punishing herself? Mr. Lamb had tied her down. It had been his idea for her to blow him. Hank was right, she had nothing to do with his attack. The gloom she had felt ever since she had called the ambulance and watched them carry the old man away disappeared. Shit! If she should be sorry for anyone, it should be herself. That lousy old man's huge prick had damn near dislocated her jaw.
She felt Hank's soft warm lips gently kissing her neck, then was shaken when his dainty, glowing tongue touched and tingled the flesh just under her left ear. "Ummmm!" She wiggled from the sensual pleasure. "You shouldn't ought to do that, Mister!" she cooed. "You're liable to be raped."
Hank had his passionate wife again and knew it. Every damn woman he had ever dated and fucked had one or two erogenous spots on her body that, when found, turned her into a wanton fuck machine. One of Trudy's was just below her ear and the ear lobe. He nuzzled upwards and sucked in the delicate tiny lobe and lip-pressed while exploring her magnificent body with his left hand.
Her response was immediate and lascivious. She moaned and wiggled her voluptuous, intense, gratifying globes of womanhood and writhed her aroused, captivating, salacious body to his touch. Her quick, wanton, craving, erotic response to his efforts would never cease to amaze and pleasure him.
Hank knew she was a dormant smoldering volcano of passionate female from the first time he kissed her back in high school. He met Trudy during a debate and dated her six times before she allowed him to even kiss her. But that started it. At the first touch of his lips to her moist, hot, inner trembling, unbearably soft lips, he knew she was something special. Although she wouldn't allow him to hug her, he could feel the tremendous, sensual pleasures her body had to offer, rumbling and churning within her magnificent body.
They went together two years until they married four weeks ago and in all that time he had never touched her breast or leg or even French-kissed her. But the wait was well worth it. Now, not only did he possess the most luscious,, desirable, best built female in the whole high school, but was further blessed with the most passionate one he had ever known. Of course, that was what had caused him trouble on their honeymoon.
Trudy was such a beautiful, erogenous, sensual female that he shot his wad before he even got all the way into her super-soft, hot, slick cunt. Thank God for Grace, Trudy's mother! Now he could control himself for an hour if need be. He gripped one of her velutinous, sensuous, radiating, trembling breasts and squeezed down so hard the nipple stood erect like a wee phallus. He dipped it in his mouth and sucked while his wife went slightly crazy.
Trudy had forgotten Mr. Lamb, her aching jaw, the bedroom, and the whole damn world. All she knew was that with Hank's scintillating, searing lips on her quivering, ardent breast, and his warm, hard hand sliding down her perspiring, glistening, carnal craving body that she needed to be fucked.
She splayed her heated, desirous thighs and offered her drooling, volatile, provocative pussy for his sensuous, ecstasy-giving finger. "Oohhhh," she moaned and mini-came when his digit scurried into her fuck-cave and dawdled delicious, enchanting, luminous circles of lustful harvest from her insatiable, heated hole.
"Fuck me," she panted. "Do it, darling, do it!"
But Hank had other ideas. He had never eaten a pussy in his life, but now was as good an opportunity as any. He concentrated his twirling, rubbing finger to build and spark "Ohhh's" and "Awww's" from his excited wife's pussy as he let loose of her hardened tit node and began kissing and burying his nose in her velutinous, hot, salty tasting, perfumed belly.
She loved it. Oh Lordie, did she ever love it! Hank felt her tipping and straining her satin soft, cum-slick scorching burrow upward for more of his finger or... to reach his nibbling mouth. He licked and mouthed her velvet belly skin and could feel her straining stomach muscles quivering and twitching in anticipation. He licked lower and gulped a mouthful of hot, wet, female musk-flavored mons veneris hair and gummed the mass upwards until Trudy cried out and bucked her wee ardent ass as if fucking a ghost. Hank released the pubic hairs and gingerly tested her heat-radiating slit.
"Oh Goddd!" His wife jerked and spasmed into his face, and before he quite knew what had happened, his mouth, his tongue, his lips were embedded in her fiery, slippery, luxuriously satin soft chloride-tasting cunt. He loved it. He loved it! He opened his mouth and lanced his tongue over, around, in and out and on her raging, bucking, salaciously tasting fuck chalice.
Trudy was in an incandescent, lustful, enchanting fuck-frenzy. Hank's resilient, searing tongue was sparking electric currents of captivating, glistening, glorious orgasm to cascade throughout her body. His long lapping strokes twisted her body in craving desire and when his singeing, alive tongue flip-touched her excited, intense clitoris, succulent, lascivious, tremendous bolts of voluptuous ecstasy spasmed and ricocheted throughout her body and jellied her brain. "Oh eat me!" She writhed and moaned from the exquisite bliss. "Bite my cunt, honey! Eat me, darling! Suck my womb right out and chew it up! Oohhh, fuck me! FUCK MEEEE!"
Hank's prick was throbbing and swelling with shimmering, lustful hunger. His balls were vibrating and roaring with raging jism that needed release. He was going to reach down and jack himself off for the rapturous joy of cumming, then caught himself. To hell with fucking the world! He remembered the joy of Mrs. Bell. He removed his mouth from her raging ravine. "On your hands and knees," he said and strained to restrain his volatile prick.
"What?" Trudy was still caught up in the carnal conflagration of orgasmic splendour. She wanted him to continue his luscious, erotic, luxurious lapping, yet needed the feel and power of a stiff, hot hammer rammed in her salivating, glutinous hole. "Your hands and knees," Hank repeated, "get on them. I'm going to fuck you dog style."
Trudy didn't know what the hell dog style was, but if it would get a prick stuck in her, she was willing. She hurriedly scampered to the position and waited.
The interruption and conversation had stilled Hank's impending orgasm. He felt one drop of ecstatic goodness leak from his cock-knob, then the tumultuous, insistent explosion subsided into a glittering glow of sensuous pleasure. He mounted behind Trudy's soft, perspiration wet, quivering ass hillocks and easied his rock-hard spigot into her clutching cunt.
"Ohhhfuuckkk," he moaned as her boiling hot, slippery fuck-canal grabbed and massaged, squeezed and accepted his glowing, staunch pole. When he was bottomed out in the heavenly hole, he reached under Trudy and grabbed handfuls of resilient, radiating, pudding-sweet, quivering breasts and mashed and rolled the alive, sensuous globes. "Oh yes," he moaned again, then began the long, slow, luxuriously erotic strokes of fucking his prick in and out of her torrid, drooling cavern.
It was good for Trudy. Lord knows it was good. But it wasn't quite enough. While luminous, lustful, magnificent slivers of sensuous delight were splattering and cascading throughout her pelvis and belly area, her innards were crying and craving abuse. Oh damn her terrible womb need! Why wasn't she like other women? But again, maybe she was?
Her mother had enjoyed Hank's prick. Grace had fucked Hank all the time she had been screwing her brother, Tom. And just before Tom had set his magnificent tool in her hand, Grace was enjoying herself. So why wasn't she satisfied with the seven or so inches of insistent, ramming, hot gristle that was now sawing in and out of her oozing, milking pussy and ricocheting such delightful, delicious, churning lusciousness in her cavern? She was, damn it. She was. She moaned and wiggled her torrid ass backward each time Hank rammed and ground his salacious, titillating mast to her quim, then rolled and rubbed to make his embedded tool twirl and touch, to pock and stretch her inner gluttonous muscles. "Oh deeper," oozed from her panting mouth. "Deeper!"
Hank was frustrated. He was buried balls-deep in his wife's precious, sucking, twitching fiery hole, yet she was begging for more. Shit! He didn't have any more. Then he remembered. He didn't have any more prick for her cuddlesome, craving crater, but how about her ass-hole?
"You want more, you little devil?" Hank withdrew his cum-slick throbbing cock and centred it directly on her crinkled, puckered, tiny sepia hole. "I'll give you more," and he lunged his prick into her ungodly tight, fervent ass-hole.
"OHH" poured out of Trudy's startled mouth. The initial pain and pleasure had almost paralysed her vocal cords. She hadn't expected his raging rammer to be stuck in her ass-hole. She was startled, then angry because it hurt terribly. "Take it out," she called. "Oh God, take it out! It hurts!"
"Easy, honey!" Hank allowed his prick to soak in the mushy sensuous softness. "You'll like it. Relax, just relax." Then he began to move and stretch her ass-tube by rolling his pelvis around her silken, perspiring ass-mounds.
The first horrible thrust-pain dissolved as Hank nudged and rolled his loins. It wasn't so bad. It reminded her of losing her maidenhead on their honeymoon. His first penetration had been terrible, then, oh yes, then! She bit her lower lip against the hurt, but faint erotic feelings caused her to move her ass counter to Hank's gyrations. Oh my! Oh my! It was an odd sensation.
Hank felt her submissive assistance and became bolder in his actions. He backed his glowing prick out of her clutching hole an inch or two, then eased it back into the delicious luxury. Oh fuck! It was better than fucking. Her tiny, virgin ass-hole was tighter and more grabbing than her salivating pussy. He lengthened his strokes from pelvis to his glans-penis catching on her ass-hole sphincter, then plunged it back in. In and out, back and forth. Oh fuck, but it was feeling good. His balls were coming out of their first cum-rejection and beginning to rumble and thrash about in his scrotum. The unholy, lascivious, ecstatic fever of orgasm was seeping from his nuts, up his sawing in and out, driving hard shaft and spreading the uncontrollable, intense feeling throughout his body. He was going to cum. He was going to shoot off in her velvety, sucking, resilient, gloriously tight ass-hole, and he didn't want to stop it.
Trudy felt Hank's intense, tumultuous, volcanic, impending eruption. His iron-hard prick had swelled and lengthened and was now pistoning in and out of her burning ass-hole with a fever of provocative enjoyment. She wasn't going to cum! She wasn't even close to the soaring, shining, sensuous surrender. But it did feel strangely degrading and ravenously wanton. She wanted the hurting, burning fuck-friction to stop, yet she wanted more of his, prick in her. She wanted him to go faster, or fuck harder or, oh shit, she didn't know what she wanted, but it was an experience to say the least. When Hank's spigot spurted boiling hot jism into her ass canal, delightful waves of elegant preciousness quivered her body and blew enchanting "ohhh's" and "awwww's" from her lips as she backed into his straining cum-jerking cock.
"Oh honey!" Hank spasmed his prick into her scintillating hole for one more last cum spurt of his finished piston, then he lay across her warm, perspiration-damp back and gasped for breath. "Did you like it, honey? Was it good?"
Trudy was going to tell him the truth, but common sense dictated not. "Oh yess!" she lied. "But it did hurt a little... at first that is."
"Yeah," he panted, "sorry. But you did like it?"
Trudy allowed her weight to roll forward and sprawled on her stomach, his softening prick still in her. "Yes," she said, "it was good, but when you recoup, we do it normal, OK?"
"Yeah," Hank agreed, but as drained as he felt at this moment, he wouldn't want any more fucking for a week. He eased his limp prick out of her tight ass-hole, kissed her back, and said, "How about something to eat?"
Trudy's womb was aching for a cock and she hadn't come close to an orgasm. She was frustrated as hell with Hank's love-making and wanted some relief. Of course, she couldn't tell him in so many words, but just to tease him a bit, she rolled on her back, splayed her still fervent thighs and hooked her soft but muscular legs around his neck. She pulled his face an inch or two from her still salivating pussy. "You want to eat something, eat my cunt."
It was the last thing in the world Hank wanted anything to do with. "Oww, later." He tried to back away. "After we eat; let me rest first."
Trudy knew he didn't want to, but damn it, she did! "Kiss it!" she said. "Just one lick and I'll let you go."
Hank thought, oh what the hell. He puckered up and gently kissed her warm, velvet cunt lips, then ran his tongue the length of her scorching, vibrant, cum-salty cunt. When Trudy moaned and wiggled and pressed her lust-musky female cavern against his spearing tongue, a spasm of masculine pride raced through his body. He was pleasing his wife. She really loved his love-making! He did it again and this time ended by flipping her clitoris with his sucking tongue.
"Oh gaawwd!" Trudy convulsed and drew his face into her chloride-seeping musk and pressed for more. That changed everything. Hank forgot he was all fucked out. He forgot he didn't like eating pussy. His efforts were tightening and straining his lovely passionate wife and writhing her body on the bed. He reached up and gripped, mashed, and gouged into her voluptuous, excited, resilient breasts and sucked her luscious, magnificent clitoris into his mouth and gummed the erogenous nipple.
Trudy shot off in rapid, rapturous, staccato bolts of pure heaven. Her womb still craved a spurting cock to wash away the terrible need, but this was the next best thing. Hank's lapping, lip-squeezing, gentle tugging and pulling on her jerking, erogenous clitty was sparking lustful, delicious, carnal electricity throughout her body. She wanted the insane goodness to go on forever, but her clitoris was becoming too tender, too jerky and the precious cum profusion was turning into excruciating pain-rapture. She pushed on his forehead and tried to break his suction grip.
"That's enough!" Her body jerked from the splendid, salacious pain. "Stop! Stop! I can't... I can't stand it!"
Hank released her throbbing clitty and chuckled. "All right, if that made you happy, will you now make me some eggs and coffee?"
Trudy lay back and gasped to catch her breath. It had been wonderful, it had been mind-boggling, but her clitoris just couldn't take any more of it. "Yes," she gasped for breath, "give me a moment." But she wasn't happy. She knew she needed more than that. She needed more cock. More, larger, fatter, harder, womb-shattering prick. She also knew she would never get it from her husband.