Chapter 14
Hank was ready again in ten minutes. He wave his three quarter hard-on before Mrs. Bell's close eyes and woke her up.
"Round two," he said, "wake up. Let's get with it." But Mrs. Bell was through.
"Oh! Go away, you fucking machine. I need a nap. Then I have a ton of work to do. Go away."
"Aw come on!" Hank leaned over and banged his prick against her nose. "You'll like it, once it, in you. Open your legs."
"Noooo." Mrs. Bell closed her eyes again and snuggled down on the couch. "Take the afternoon off. Go give it to your wife. I'm beat." In a moment she was asleep.
Hank was uncertain for a minute. Hell! It was just a little after twelve noon. He really didn't have any work to do, and she had said to take the day off and give it to his wife. So, why not? He had had his cock sucked twice, but he needed some hot, squeezing pussy meat snuggled around it. It would be nice to hear Trudy moaning and writhing under him. So why not take the day off?
Hank left a note saying that he had taken her at her word and gone home for the day. Then he left. But Trudy wasn't at home! God damn, where could she be? Maybe she was at the store? Or visiting neighbours? Or just out strolling about? No. None of the above. The cupboards were full of food, she didn't know any of the neighbours, and she hated walking. So where in the hell was she?
Hank rubbed at his crotch and his semi-hard prick. Shit! This was the first time since they married that he had had a chance to fuck Trudy in the afternoon, and she wasn't around. Where in the hell could she be? Then a thought struck him. Maybe she had gone to her mother's? She probably was lonely or homesick or just wanted to sit and talk about married life. Yeah! She was probably at Grace's. Then another evil but delicious thought crept into his mind. It was so pleasant and delightful that he said it out loud. "And so what if she isn't there? I'll just get rid of this hard-on by fucking Grace! Hell! I've done it before, I'll do it again." He rubbed his twitching prick and shivered with expectation. Sure. Why not fuck Grace? She had taught him everything he knew and was a fantastic screw. Hank went out the door grinning. He would just drop over. If he called and Trudy wasn't there he would have no reason to go. So surprise her! That was the ticket. Surprise and fuck her. Oh my! Bless Mrs. Bell for giving him the afternoon off. He had to control himself to obey the speed limits.
Hank was going to ring the doorbell, but the screen door was open. He knew it wasn't proper to just enter your mother-in-law's house without knocking, but what could she say? He was her son-in-law. There was no one downstairs. Hank tried the patio in the rear of the house and checked the laundry room. No Grace. Shit! Don't tell me she isn't at home either? He bounced up the stairs to the second-story bedrooms for a final check. The panting and moaning sounds of fucking were oozing from the master bedroom.
Hank froze just outside the door. Shit, fire! Grace was fucking someone else. He couldn't break in on that! But who could it be? His father-in-law? No. Harold had to be at work. So was his brother-in-law, Tom, and Tom's best friend, Chuck. So who in the hell could she be fucking? His curiosity got the better of him and he gently, slowly, eased the door open and peeked in the room.
At the first shocked view, Hank didn't understand what in the hell was going on. Grace was on top and fucking a huge cock into someone. But Grace didn't have a cock! Hank pushed open the door and walked into the room for a better understanding, a better look. GOOD CHRIST! It was Trudy underneath Grace. Grace was fucking Trudy! But that wasn't possible. Then he saw the straps around Grace's perspiring, glistening ass hillocks and realized Grace was wearing a dildo. But he still didn't understand. Hell! He had always given Trudy all the fucking that she wanted. Why would she allow herself to be screwed by a dildo? It didn't make sense! But just listening to Trudy's moans of salacious enjoyment and watching the huge, fat, glistening pole saw in and out of her love-juiced oozing cunt thickened his own cock and started him breathing faster with excitement.
Shit, fire! He had never watched while others fucked. He was fascinated by the way Trudy's gripping, pink, shining cunt-lips held onto the withdrawing pole as if reluctant to allow it to escape, then seemed to open and yawn in welcome as the wet, long phallus was slowly, lustfully, lasciviously driven into her silken-haired fuck-tunnel.
There was no doubt that Trudy was enjoying herself. Her nervous, dainty hands were fluttering about Grace's back and her velvet, glowing, perspiration-dampened thighs were locked over Grace's waist. Even Grace was trembling and quivering with excitement. But how could that be? Grace's pinkish-white, glittering ass-mounds would tighten as she lunged the massive dildo into Trudy, then relax as she withdrew it. Even Grace's tiny sepia hole seemed to convulse and yawn with the effort.
"Oh mama! Mama!" Trudy's voice held pounds of glorious, insistent, tumultuous. pleasure. "Harder! Mama! Faster, mama! I'm going to cum, mama. OOHH MAAAMMAAAAH!" And Trudy's gushing cunt thrashed and jerked upward for more of the imitation prick.
"Oh cum! Baby!" Grace was panting. "That's it. Release it! Empty yourself! Oh shit, but it's good!" And her ass-hillocks pistoned up and down in a quick, sporadic frenzy.
Hank's cock was fixing to break off. It was hard as a rock, but couldn't rise because his pants were restraining it.. He didn't know what the hell he was going to do once he freed his aching, hurting prick, but he had to free the throbber. He unhooked his belt, unzipped his fly and jerked his pants off. His reddened, yearning prick sprang straight upright.
"Oohhh mmaama," Trudy moaned as both Trudy and Grace rested.
"I know, dear," Grace said, then lifted her upper body and moved forward so that one of her vibrant, voluptuous, luxurious breasts was hanging over Trudy's mouth. "Here, love, suck it for mother. Suck it good!"
When Trudy greedily mouthed the luscious morsel, Grace once more began the long, slow, tantalizing lustful strokes of the dildo.
Hank was startled. They hadn't seen him. They didn't know he was here. He felt foolish as hell. He was wearing his shirt and tie, his pants and shorts were down around his ankles and he still had on his shoes and socks. He must look like some kind of a nut. An excited, half-dressed, horny nut with a reddened, stiff hard-on sticking straight upwards watching his wife get fucked with a phony prick. The hell with this shit.
He removed his tie, shirt, socks and shoes, then wondered what he should do about his cock. He had to stick it somewhere. It was literally glowing with fuck-craving, and he would be damned if he would play with himself with two females fucking before him.
His eyes centred on Grace's pudding-soft, satin ass-mounds and the crinkled, cuddlesome sepia hole as Grace worked her lascivious gluteal fat up and down, driving the masculine appendage in and out of Trudy's sucking, insistent sugar-cavern. Little "oohh's" and "aawww's" purred from Grace's lips as Trudy suckled her large, aroused breasts. Shit. Everyone was enjoying themselves but him. The hell with this shit.
Hank grabbed the bottle of mineral oil and poured some over his radiating prick, then crawled on the bed behind Grace. Grace never knew he was there until he centred his raging cock over her crinkled ass-hole and plunged into the satiny, wet, scorching hot anal sheath. Then she just turned her head, noticed who it was, and said, "Oh fuck it. Fuck it good, you darling!"
Grace was overjoyed with Hank's appearance. There was no embarrassment. Hell! She had already fucked him at Trudy's insistence. Besides, she loved to be fucked in the ass. She loved it all. She loved, to screw other women with the dildo because of the tiny, miniature phallus that rubbed and tingled sensuous joy throughout her with each in and out stroke of the dildo. Now, she was doubly blessed. No, triple blessed. Hank's hard, searing, meat piston was sawing in and out of her craving ass-hole. The miniature cock was sparking electric currents of exquisite joy from her clitoris and Trudy's fervent mouth was sucking great, enchanting, succulent, carnal madness from her breasts.
"Ohhh shit," she moaned from between the luscious, salacious trio. "Oh you fucking, wonderful kids!" and she mini-came with each separate, ecstatic action as if the exploding ecstasy were popping corn.
Trudy didn't understand her mother's ranting. She kept her eyes closed and enjoyed the raging deliciousness of the marvelous dildo as it sawed in and out of her ardent, aggravated, shining love hole. The dildo was almost too thick in size for her yearning, insatiable cave. It hurt, yet felt so erogenously, exquisitely precious that it seemed the hurt blended into the ungodly bliss and came out an insane, excruciatingly lustful, but ecstatic ecstasy. She mouthed and suckled her mother's tumultuous, quivering, torrid breasts and savored the female fragrance of the morsel. The only thing lacking from losing complete control of her senses would be if the terrible, precious, awful, luxurious dildo would smash her excited, craving cervix and slay her terrible need. She removed her wanton mouth from the breast node and begged, "Plunge it in me, mama! ALL the way in me! Oh God, mama! Do it! DO IT!" Then she tightened her velvet thighs about her mother's silken hot ass mounds and pulled downward to help.
There was no way that Hank was going to be able to stay on Grace's scintillating, wiggling, glowing ass. Even now after only five or six deep, voluptuous, singeing plunges into her luxurious, provocative anal-sleeve, he could feel the intense, enchanting, rapturous intensity of orgasm bubbling and building in his flailing, delirious prick. Oh Lord, but he loved fucking ass-holes.
He loved the cuddling, carnal deliciousness as her fiery ass globes pressed against his groin on the prick-burying stroke. He loved her little moans and whimpers of salacious joy as he sawed his staunch horn in and out of her tight, burning ass-canal, and he reveled in the lustful delight that he knew he was inflicting with his swelling, explosive pole. Oh fuck, but he loved to fuck ass-holes!
He reached under Grace's body to grip and mash on her gleaming, churning, voluptuous breasts, but Trudy was sucking one and kneading the other. He darted his hand down Grace's sweating, heated, glutinous body to twinge and twirl her clitoris just before cumming, but the God damn rubber shield of the dildo blocked his entry. Oh shit! Fuck! He could feel the unholy, ecstatic rapture of jism orgasm beginning to tear out of his balls and needed the extra delight and ravenous insanity of something to cap his tremendous, excruciatingly surrendering orgasm. He roared his prick into Grace's heavenly hole, backed away on his knees and as his rocketing, raging, boiling jism spurted from his jerking spigot, he flailed and slapped the pinkish-ivory ass globes until they reddened to scarlet and caused quivering, writhing screams to pour from Grace's throat.
"Aaaaeeeeiiihhhhhaaa!" Grace tipped her head backward and yelled at the ceiling as Hank's blasting cum mixed with her own clitoris ecstasy and Trudy's grasping, screaming, clutching gyrations.
The dildo had battered Trudy's back wall on Grace's last mind-boggling plunge. The horrible, hard, fattened cudgel had turned her brain to an excruciatingly torturous, rapturous puddle of surrendering fuck-conflagration. She couldn't stand it in her any more and she couldn't stand the thought of it being removed. She threw her head from side to side in agonizing, lustful luxury and screamed out her unprecedented orgasmic plethora, "Gaawwddd! Gggaaawwwdddd! Ggaawwwddddd!" as the tremendous, exquisite cum-staccato ripped away her brain and destroyed her soul. It didn't stop until Grace pulled the massive, marvelous, awful dildo from her womb and began talking to someone. Trudy kept her eyes shut, panting to catch her breath, and listened.
"Oh shit, but that was great, Grace. How did you like it?"
"Ummm, wonderful. But when you're ready again, I get the bottom. My cunt's itching so bad, I've got to be fucked or something."
The voice took on a name in Trudy's brain. She opened her eyes. "Hank." She was startled. "How? What? I mean, why aren't you working?"
Hank grinned at her. "I got the afternoon off. Did you have fun?"
Trudy was surprised that she wasn't embarrassed. Good God! What had happened to her this past week? She had not only allowed her husband to fuck her own mother,. but she had encouraged it! She had fucked Chuck, her own brother, Tom, old Mr. Lamb, and been sucked by Mrs. Lamb. She had fucked two teenagers, had an electric dildo put in her cunt, sucked Mr. Lamb's cock, had her pussy eaten by Hank, been fucked in the ass by her husband and now had been fucked with a dildo by her own mother! What in the hell was there to be embarrassed about?
"I had a ball," Trudy said to him, "and when you harden up, mother and I are going to change positions and you're going to stick that lovely of yours in my ass-hole. Right?"
"WRONG!" The voice came from the open bedroom door, and it belonged to her father. "What the hell is going on in here?" Harold walked into the room. He was followed by her brother Tom and his friend, Chuck. Now what the hell were they to do?