Chapter 2
Trudy couldn't speak or let go of the magnificent hot cock. As she gripped the warm, enchanting prick, it began to surge blood into its luxurious, sponge-rubber softness and to swell and grow and harden. Oh good God. Good God! The lustful movement, so deep within its sensuous skin, amplified and engulfed her body in an incandescent erogenous glow.
"That's it!" Trudy heard her mother chuckle to Chuck. "She's hooked. I'll get her clothes off for you."
Trudy felt her mother's fingers unbuttoning her blouse, her bra strap.
"Grab it with your other hand," her mother's voice sank in Trudy's ear, "so I can slide these off your arm."
Trudy complied, but as soon as her blouse and bra were free, she gripped the rising, hardening, salacious prick in both hands. The erotic, majestic cock was now standing straight out and barely two inches from her mouth. Trudy could smell the captivating male musk of cock and could detect a trace of viscid fluid lining the knob's tiny pee-hole. An overpowering urge ached in her jaws and caused her mouth to salivate. Her lips opened and she leaned toward the captivating, erotic, fascinating cock head. "Don't!" the voice screamed in her head. "Are you insane? You have never even licked your husband's prick. Don't. Don't degrade yourself l You can't suck what a man pees out of."
"Sure!" Chuck's voice broke into her spinning confused senses. "Go ahead. Suck it!" and his hand went to the back of her head and pulled her groping mouth onto the charring, provocative prong head.
The radiating, sponge-rubber glans-penis marshmallow filled her mouth with an aroma of insatiable carnal lust. She couldn't seem to savor enough of the delicious, salacious male spigot. She wanted more of it in her mouth, her throat, clear down into her aching, thrashing womb.
"Stand up a little, dear." Trudy knew her mother was unsnapping her skirt and was trying to pull it and her panties off her hips and ass. She knew she would be naked in front of Chuck and vulnerable to rape, but she lifted her ass from the bed and allowed her mother to strip her. It didn't matter. Her mouth was filled with the most exquisite, sensuous goodness that she had ever experienced.
"Sit, dear," her mother commanded, then removed her shoes and socks. "There!" Trudy heard her mother. "She's ready as hell, Chuck! Give her a good working over. Clean her out good. She needs it. I'll be downstairs if you need me."
Trudy heard her mother's footsteps, then the door close. She was naked in the room, alone with Chuck, and she was sucking on his cock. If anyone had dared suggest such a thing a short half-hour ago, Trudy would have acted like a tiger. But it all seemed right and proper now. Not only right and proper, but nothing, nowhere, no how had ever tasted or felt quite so scintillatingly splendid nor had built her up to such heights of insatiable, uncontrollable passion.
"Here now, ho! Stop!" Chuck grabbed her billowing, thick hair and pulled her groping mouth from his throbbing cock. "Give me a break. You keep that up and I'll cum before I ever get in you!"
Trudy looked up at him with a dazed, fuck-hunger in her eyes. Grace was right, Tru was ready and did need fucking. "Get on the bed," he said, then watched her intently obey and lie expecting, and pleading with her eyes. Lord! He had died and gone to Heaven.
He had known Trudy, Tru as he had called her, ever since she was eight and Tom and he nine. But he had never really paid any attention to the skinny, gangly, pain-in-the-ass sister of his best friend until three years ago when he saw her in a bikini and with a shock realized that the rag and bone and hank of hair had blossomed into a woman overnight.
He had made slight passes to Tru over the past three years and had asked for a date on numerous occasions, but other than an occasional foursome to a rock concert, Tom and his girl, he and Tru, he had never been able to get in the ball park with her.
Now here she was, naked on the bed and waiting for him to fuck her! Oh Jesus! His cock sprang upright and throbbed in its hardness. She was such a beautiful wet dream.
Her thick, sandy hair fluffed over the pillow and cuddled her delicate, lovely face. Her deep green eyes were begging him with an intense, inner lustful ache. Her full moist lips were parted and slightly puffy from her cock-sucking and she was panting as if she had run a hundred miles. She looked exactly like a miniature, young Ann Margaret of movie fame.
The skin on her shoulders, arms, chest, belly and legs was a milky, pinkish-cream. Her over-large, for her frame, breasts were voluptuous, moulded cones of heaven and topped with maroon areolas and wee, hard nipples. Her waist pinched in ridiculously small, then her velutinous, smothering thighs heart-shaped away and down to blend with the most beautiful, resilient legs he had ever seen.
She was a goddess, a tiny, living, breathing, perfectly proportioned fuck machine. Even her mons veneris was ravishing and commanded an aroused feeling of fuck-fever in his slightly jerking, overheated piece. Good God! Chuck squeezed his ass cheeks together and closed down on his prostate sphincter. He was thinking of and reveling in her beauty so much, he had damn near cum while just thinking about what he was going to fuck.
The squeezing worked. Only one drop of cum-jism oozed out the head of his cock, then the crisis passed. Now he would be good for an hour of fucking. He crawled on the bed beside Tru, cupped one of her warm, quivering, ungodly soft, yet firm breasts and sucked the vibrant nipple into his mouth.
Trudy moaned, grabbed the back of Chuck's head and mashed his tantalizing mouth into her craving, perspiring breast. This wasn't what she really wanted. Hank had sucked her tits, but lordy, did this ever feel good!
Trudy wanted cock in her. Her volatile, raging fuck-tube was boiling with its insistent cravings for prick. She no longer cared that she was going to be fucked by Chuck and not her husband. It was no longer a question of right or wrong, it was a question of having her sanity saved.
Chuck's searing tongue snapped her hard tit node against the roof of his mouth and tongue mashed an exquisite spark of sensuous joy ricocheting throughout her body. "Ohhh," she moaned and rocked her head back and forth against the pillow. "Fuck me!" panted from her mouth. "Put it in. Fuck me! Please!" But he didn't.
Instead Trudy felt his heated hand slide down her radiating body to her gushing cunt and one scorching finger ease into her tumultuous fuck-tunnel. "GAAAW W WDDD!" ripped from her throat as she mini-came and thrust her raging hole upward to swallow his luscious digit.
Chuck released her nipple and chuckled. "like that, do you?"
Trudy ignored him and reveled in the lascivious splendour of his plunging finger. But then he withdrew his forger!
"Say it!" Chuck ordered. "Speak to me, or I won't fuck you!"
"I love it!" Trudy cried. "Do it some more, put it back in!" Way back in her brain she hated herself for begging a man to finger-fuck her, but she couldn't help herself. He chuckled, then his marvelous, salacious finger again rubbed and wiggled, teased and taunted the erotic, impelling, glittering goodness back into her pelvis.
Chuck was having a God-awful time controlling himself. He wanted to ram his cock into this dainty, cuddling, luscious Tru in the worst way. Yet, he knew he had to satisfy her completely if he ever wanted to fuck her again. And he did want to fuck her again.
She was hot, there wasn't any doubt about that. Still, he wanted Tru so God-awful fuck-hungry so that when he did put his raging cock in her, she would never forget it. He sucked on her heated, glowing, velutinous breasts and savored the sensuous, female carnal craving that quivered so deep within the trembling, urgent globes.
As he gummed and gently pulled on her rubberish, soft nipples, he worked his finger in and out of her salivating, fervent pussy-furnace. She was moaning and writhing in lascivious pleasure. Oh he had her! He had her. To give frosting to his erotic finger-fuck cake, he tantalized his digit upwards and swept it across her aroused, lust agitated clitoris.
"OHHH GAAWWDD!" tore from her throat, and her searing hot, cum-slippery pussy fuck bumped ravenously against his finger for more.
"Here!" He took Tru's hand and placed it down on his iron-hard, straining cock. "Do you like that?"
"Ohhh God, yes! Yes!" Her wee hot hand began to gently jack him off.
"Do you want me to fuck you now?"
"Yes! Yes! Please!"
"Will you let me fuck you again?"
"Yes! God damn it, yes! Do it. Do it!" Her singeing tiny hand was flying up sand down his prick and drawing up delicious waves of lustrous ecstasy with each pump. Oh shit. But it felt good! Oh God damn! His balls rumbled and growled, the rapturous goodness swelled his cock and turned it into a steel-hard pole of exquisite volcanic rock. He was going to cum! Oh God damn! What was Tru doing to him? He had stopped it once and drooled a pre-cum drop. He should now be good for at least an hour's worth of fucking before his nuts shook off the anaesthesia of orgasm. But he was cumming again! "STOP!" he yelled and grabbed her pumping hand as his convulsing balls split apart and shot the first load of ecstatic cum joy on its way.
Chuck squeezed his ass cheeks and pressed down on his prostate sphincter in an attempt to stop the unholy goodness from escaping his piece. The pain was both excruciatingly hurtful and tremendously rapturous. He mashed his eyes shut in the effort and the veins stuck out in his neck. He wanted to stop his cumming, yet had to relax and succumb to the erotic bliss.
"What's the matter?" Tru's voice cut through his struggle.
"Slap me," he grunted through clenched teeth. "Slap me!"
Trudy was confused. She was still deep in a luxurious, insatiable fuck-fog. All she wanted was Chuck's huge wonderful cock stuck in her craving, burning hole, and he was acting strangely. He had stopped finger-fucking the ravenous, glorious, enchantment from her cunt, so if he wanted to get slapped before he did it some more, well then! She hit him hard across the cheek with her open hand.
Chuck felt the stinging slap clear his brain and dissolve the raging cum urgency in his cock. Only two viscid drops of slippery jism oozed from his cock head. His orgasm had passed. He smiled down at the imploring passion-filled face of Tru. "Now you get fucked!" he said. "Open up those beautiful legs of yours."
Trudy wasn't herself. This wanton woman who was panting and sweating and craving another man's prick wasn't her. She, her true self, had never allowed a boy, any boy, to even touch her pussy before she married. Now this other woman, wherever she came from, and who had taken over her mind and body, was splaying her legs and actually babbling to have a cock rammed in her.
The heated, glowing knob of Chuck's prick rubbed up and down her drooling cunt, and she moaned from the sensuous elegance that cascaded from its touch. "In!" she begged. "Put it in!"
Trudy felt the marvelously hot, soft-hard, huge cock head gently ease past her craving, juicy vulvas and bore into her carnal, cock-starved cavern. "Ohhh!" she moaned as the splendid, glorious, scorching rod stretched and penetrated further than she had ever known.
Chuck's lascivious, enchanting horn was thicker and longer than Hank's. It spread the virginal, labyrinth muscles of her fuck-burrow and reached new, unassaulted territory. Trudy knew she was going to die! The further it pressed into her tight, velvet soft, slippery fuck-throat, the more ecstatically lustful it felt. "Oh God! God!" She rocked her head, eyes closed, and reveled in the splendid, sensuous surrender.
Still, way back in her brain, she half expected Chuck to cry out in ecstasy and his cock belch forth jets of cum. It had always happened with Hank. The longest he had ever lasted was to be in her balls-deep. But, as soon as their pelvises met in complete unison, he had shot off. Chuck's pelvis touched, pressed, then ground into hers. And, and! He didn't go off! Oh, God love you! Chuck's huge cock was buried in her craving cunt and sparking waves of unbelievable bliss throughout her body. Trudy flung her quivering legs over his radiating ass and offered her cunt for his doing. "Fuck me!" she moaned. "Oh, fuck me!"
Chuck knew Tru had married three weeks ago and had had a cock put in her, still, she was so deliciously tight that for all intents and purposes, she was a virgin. He felt his cock bottom out in her boiling fuck-furnace, then allowed it to soak and cuddle as her inner pussy muscles tightened and relaxed, tightened and relaxed up and down the entire length of his sparkling prick.
He rose on his hands and locked his elbows so that he was looking down on the lovely Tru. He still couldn't believe his good fortune. She was such an out-of-this-world, beautiful woman. Her gorgeous face was now swaying to and fro on the pillow with a sweet, surrenderous, sensual contentment panting from her reddened, glistening full lips. Her voluptuous breasts, even though she was lying on her back, puffed upward in semisolid milky cones.
Chuck looked down between their bodies to where their dampened pubic hairs meshed, then still watching, slowly withdrew his now pussy-wet cock from her cunt. He could hear her moan in carnal enjoyment and could see her pinkish, wet cunt lips almost turn themselves inside out in their effort to squeeze and hold in his retreating cock. Oh shit, but it was good!
Her fiery cave felt like satin-soft, creamy hands that were reluctantly letting his prick slip away. He withdrew to his cock head, then pushed it back in, slowly, lusciously, deliciously until their pelvises met again. Oh God! The unparalleled goodness of Tru's virginal, tight cunt trembled his arms and quivered his leg muscles. She was such a wonderful fuck. For greater joy and goodness, he lowered his lips to her erect, vibrant tit-node and sucked it into his mouth. At the same time, he increased and steadied his fuck-stroke from cock head to pubic hairs, cock head to pubic hairs. In and out, in and out of the fervent, hot, slippery, satiny, fuck-cavern.
This was what Trudy had craved. This ungodly, building, sensuous, exciting feeling of exquisite madness as Chuck's iron-hard, scorching prick sawed up and down, in and out of her volcanic, anticipating canal. Each monstrous stroke of his scintillating stabber sparked erogenous, delightful shimmers up and down her spine and caused moans and groans of passionate enjoyment to escape from her lips.
She was engulfed in an enchanting, carnal-fuck heaven the-likes of which she had never known. When Chuck's sizzling lips encircled her breast nipple, the combined tumultuous ecstasy in her love-box and the ravenous lasciviousness of her breast blew open her womb in an unexpected, but. fantastic erotic orgasm. "Ooohhhhgaaawwwddddl"
She tried to lift her breast for more of the lustful nibbling and pressed upward for more of his salacious, thrusting, provocative pole.
The tremendous orgasm dissolved into voluptuous, enchanting, sensuous fog as Chuck's glorious cannon continued its steady in and out, up and down, slow majestic pace. Oh God! How had she ever lived without this! As his elegant, lascivious prick continued. to pump and cascade unbelievable ecstatic goodness throughout her whole being, Trudy vowed to fuck him forever, any place, anytime. "Oh Chuck," she moaned, "don't stop. Don't ever stop! Fuck me forever!"
Chuck was more than perplexed, he was downright disgusted with himself. He had stopped himself from having two orgasms, which, normally would allow him to screw for hours, yet, here he was barely on Tru five minutes and his balls were beginning to rumble again. Oh Christ!
Of course, maybe it didn't matter. He had brought her to climax once already. That should be sufficient for any female. Yet, here she was, begging him to fuck her forever. He felt the irresistible, sensuous glow grow in his balls. The entire shaft of his reddened, amplified cock was shimmering and luminous with delicious, carnal ecstasy. He was going to cum again. Oh damn the sensual beautiful Tru. He had never had such a wonderful fuck. He felt the ungodly rapture build and ripen in his cock, felt it thicken and swell for explosion. He was going to cum and he couldn't stop it this time if he wanted to. He knew Tru was on the verge of another orgasm. He could tell by her insistent tremblings, her moans, the increased movement of her head as it waved back and forth across the pillow. He was going to cum and so be it! He reached down, around and under Tru's fervent pumping ass, felt for, then popped his thumb into her tight, squeezing, charring ass-hole.
"OH GOD!" she yelled. Then Chuck reared up on his toes and began the long, violent, pumping fuck-strokes of an imminent orgasm.
Trudy's erogenous, enchanting fuck-fog was shattered into a raging, ravenous lustful maelstrom of sensuous insanity with the entrance of Chuck's thumb into her virgin ass-hole. Her entire fuck-tube convulsed around Chuck's pile-driving, burning prick as the gratifying, erogenous rapture exploded her mind, her body, her soul. Nothing, nowhere, no how had ever given her such mind-boggling pleasure.
"FFUUUCCKKKKK!" Chuck yelled and at the same time, Trudy felt the unholy, rapturous insanity of boiling cum-jism splash deep in her glutinous crater. The monstrous, intense, unprecedented, ecstatic rapture turned her brain into an enveloping fuck-heaven; it shook and quivered her body and caused her cunt to literally drown his cock in cum-ecstasy.
It was her first real orgasm, and she couldn't stand it. She opened her mouth to scream out the unholy bliss she was experiencing, but the light faded into a velvet sensuous darkness and a luxurious, satisfied feeling of complete contentment lulled her into unconsciousness.
Sanity came back to Trudy in a contented, fulfilled opulence of tranquility. She opened her eyes and looked about her mother's bedroom and wasn't quite sure where she was. The bathroom door opened and a naked, grinning Chuck walked over to her, bringing it all back. Mother of God! What had she done?
"Ready for another?" Chuck grinned, his boyish face expectant as he reached down and lifted his reddened, semi-hard, thick long cock. "He's ready when you are!"
Trudy glanced down at her nakedness and quickly covered herself with the bed sheet. She hated herself. She couldn't look at Chuck. "Go away!" She turned her head toward the opposite wall.
"What?" There was obvious astonishment in his voice. "Go away? Why? What's the matter? You came! Twice at least. What's wrong?"
"GO AWAY!" Trudy wailed and buried her head under the pillow. Oh dear God! What had she done? What had got into her to do such a thing? She would never be able to face Hank again. Oh God! She kept her head buried until Chuck dressed and left.