Chapter 3

"There, there." It was her mother's soothing voice. Trudy felt Grace's weight on the bed and the removal of the pillow from her face. "That's enough now. You're just being silly. Didn't you enjoy it?"

Trudy avoided her mother's eyes but nodded her head. She was so ashamed at what she had done, she could die. Still, God forgive her, she had loved it. She nodded.

"And don't you feel better now? More relaxed? Able to cope with your problem?"

Trudy chased her guilt and concentrated on her true feeling of the moment. She was relaxed! Her entire body seemed encased in a velvet soothing fulfillment. The jumpiness was gone and she no longer felt bitter or snappish.

"Well, don't you?" Grace insisted.

"Yes." Trudy shy-smiled up at her mother.

"But!"

The voice in the back of her head was again accusing, damning her. "Slut!" it screamed. "Whore! Tramp! You broke your vows, you're dirty, an untouchable."

"I shouldn't have; how can I ever face Hank again?"

"Feel guilty, right?" Her mother smiled. Trudy nodded. "Worse than that. I feel..."

Lower than whale shit!" her mother finished and grinned more broadly.

Trudy was hurt. She wanted commiseration. "Mother!" she wailed. "It's not funny!"

"Oh, the hell it's not." Her mother waved it all away. "I've been through it. You're just getting a natural reaction to screwing someone other than your husband. It will go away; you'll live. Now are you sure you're all cleaned out?" Her mother was back to being serious. "If not, Chuck can go again. He's a regular screwing machine."

"No," Trudy vowed, "never again. I... I couldn't seem to help myself this time. But never again." She shook her head in determination. "I couldn't!"

Her mother smiled in a knowing manner and nodded. "All right, dear, if you say so. Now, about Hank. You wanted to know how to break him of pre-entry ejaculation, right?"

Trudy sat up. "Yes, oh yes!"

"All right," Grace said. "There's a couple of ways depending on how patient you are. I was outside the door, peeking, when Chuck was giving it to you," she confession-smiled: "You did it the quick way then."

Trudy didn't understand. "What did I do?"

"You slapped him, remember? He was going to cum and he told you to slap him."

Trudy didn't remember, but then, outside of the most mind-boggling ecstasy that she had ever felt, she didn't remember anything. She shook her head.

"Well, you did. That's one way. Another is to jack him off until he is going to cum, then tell him to squeeze his ass-cheeks together and try to lift his balls, sac and all, into his belly by using his groin muscles, and stop pumping. This teaches them control of..."

"Wait! Wait. Back up." Trudy held up her hand. "I didn't get that. He does what?"

"He'll know, once he tries it. Squeezing his ass-cheek muscles and the muscles to lift up his balls are the ones that control his prostate, and even though his cum comes from his nuts, his sperm comes from his prostate, so if he..."

Trudy shook her head, "Never mind, I'll tell him. But the first? Why slap him?"

"It's a shock to his body and gets his mind off of shooting off. But it will only work if he is squeezing his muscles at the same time. Understand?"

Trudy nodded. "I think so. I should masturbate him until he is going to orgasm, then stop and allow him to squeeze his muscles." She brightened and, smiled. "That seems easy enough. Do I do this every time just before we have intercourse?"

Grace laughed. "You do it five, ten times a day or as often as he can raise a hard-on for a month."

"A month!" Trudy couldn't believe it. "Five or ten times a day? No man can do that!"

"Yes they can, love. You're forgetting, they stop just before cumming, so in effect, they never screw at all. The problem is going to be you."

"Me!"

Her mother nodded. "You. But don't take it out on Hank. When it reaches a point where you think you're going to explode, give me a call. I'll fix you up with Chuck."

"Never!" Trudy flushed again from remembering what she had done. "I couldn't do that to Hank again, ever!"

"Sure." Her mother nodded and rose from the bed. "That's what I thought when I was young. You'd better get going. Hank will be home from work soon."

Trudy waited until Hank was ready for bed before telling him. "Honey." She smoothed the covers on the bed as he put out his clothes for the next day. "I was over to my mother's today and found out how you can... ah, last a little longer on me when we make love."

"You what?" Hank was a little put out. "What's wrong with my love-making?"

"Nothing, honey, honest, nothing! It's just that I thought you might like to stay in me a little longer." She turned on her cutest, little girl innocent smile. "Don't you?"

Hank grinned and his prick started to harden, just looking at his beautiful, sexy love-kitten. "Hell yes!" Hank didn't much care if she talked about his love-making to her mother. Grace was just an older Trudy. He'd love to fuck her too. "What did she say?"

"Well," Trudy bubbled, "it's real common in men and real easy to overcome."

"Overcome!" He grinned. "I thought you said it wasn't a problem to you."

"It's not, honest. Anyway. All you have to do is play with yourself, or rather, mama told me to play with your penis up to the time you are going to shoot off, then I let go and you do certain squeezing things to your muscles."

"Yeah," he nodded, "I've tried it a couple of times. It works, but it gets to feeling so damnable good that I just can't stop if I do it myself." He finished and crawled into bed and took her into his arms. "But, anything you want, honey. If you want to do it, I'm game."

Trudy kissed him and felt his fingers claw lascivious sparks from her breasts. Oh Jesus! She pulled away. "No. Don't do that, I can't stand it. Just turn off the light and lie back."

He did. Trudy reached down and encircled his now warm, hard, erect prick. It wasn't as big as Chuck's, but damn it, it would give. her as much pleasure once he could stay in her. She started to jack him off with slow, dainty strokes. She didn't grip his cock, she allowed her hot, ardent hand to slide up and down the alive, sensuous gristle.

"Ohhh. That's good!" Hank lifted his pelvis gently with each of her down strokes and lowered his ass when she rubbed upward.

"Ohh shit! Honey, that's so goooddd!"

Trudy was starting to get nervous. This aroused, intense gratification that she was pumping from Hank's heating hammer was seeping into her hand, up her arm and radiating down into her dull aching groin. It was all starting again. The craving, gluttony for cock, for unholy satisfaction, for the out-of-this-world, lustful rapture that she felt when Chuck shot his boiling load of jism so deep in her pussy, it was all coming back. Damn. Damn. Hank's got to learn to stay on me longer. He must!

"Oh! I'm going to cum! Leave go, let loose!"

Trudy snapped back to what she was doing. My God! She had been flailing her hand up and down his cock. She jerked her hand away and watched the struggle on his face.

Hank's eyes mashed shut, his face screwed up, he gritted his teeth and his whole body was straining itself into a tense rod. It lasted about a minute, then he relaxed, opened his eyes and smiled at her. "Did it!" he said triumphantly. "Now let's fuck."

Trudy laughed. "Oh no! Mama said not for a month and then only after we do this eight or ten times a day, every day."

"What!" Hank's face registered disbelief. "A month? Oh, bullshit! I can't go a month without you. No way. The hell with it!" And he rolled toward her.

Trudy wanted to fuck him. Oh Jesus! did she ever want his cock in her aching cunt.But without training, she knew it would only lead to disaster. "Wait," she said, "we will, but let's do it three or four times first. All right?"

Hank flopped back on his back. "Oh all right," he said. "Three more times, but then I get some!"

Trudy once more gripped Hank's tumultuous prong. It was hotter than before and seemed a wee bit thicker, but nowhere near the size of Chuck's mammoth prick. Why was she thinking about another man's penis while-she was jerking off the man she loved? What in the hell was the matter with her? She had made a mistake this afternoon. Something had gotten into her. (Wasn't that a laugh? Chuck's glorious hammer had certainly got into her.) She giggled.

Hank's moan broke off suddenly. "What's the matter? Why are you giggling?"

"Oh!" Trudy thought fast. "Your cock is so beautiful, so hard and wonderful, I just couldn't help giggling. It pleases me so!"

"So does your hand!" He lay back and closed his eyes again. Trudy continued her up and down gentle stroking. Maybe it was her imagination, but was she actually pumping on his cock longer than the first time? Hank was moaning and writhing his pelvis to her gentle strokes. Yes, by God! It was working. She had jacked him longer this time. Her spirits soared from the promise that Hank would actually be able. to fuck her to climax.

"Oohhh!" Hank's body strained toward her hand. "Stop!"

She did, and once more watched him struggle for control. His lovely, reddened, slightly swollen prick stretched until the skin was transparent, then it jerked once, twice. One teardrop of clear, viscid fluid oozed from the wee opening, and Hank relaxed.

"Ha!" he said. "That's two!"

Maybe it was the pre-cum glistening on the top of Hank's cock-knob or maybe it was his moaning, his straining in erogenous joy or maybe it was the terrible knotty pain that was grinding up in her womb, but Trudy couldn't wait any longer. She remembered Chuck's iron-hard, lustrous, thick, large passion-hammer straining and jumping, twitching and thrashing as it spit globs of molten, fiery jism deep within her cunt and bathed her entire body and soul with an indescribable rapture.

She was panting slightly from desire, but couldn't seem to control herself. Her mother said five to ten times a day for a month! Oh fuck! What did her mother know? Hank had lasted longer this time than last. "Let's do it," she breathed at Hank, cupped one of her voluptuous, quivering breasts and offered herself to him.

He grinned. "All right!" and he rolled onto her.

Trudy felt his burning cock head enter her fiery fuck-furnace. She felt the sponge-rubber, steel-hard cock plow and ram deep into her craving chalice. She felt her pussy muscles squeeze and cuddle her sensuous, fervent horn and experienced the first mini-explosions of majestic orgasm as their pubes met and meshed.

"Oh honey, that's good," Hank cooed in her ear and slowly withdrew his salacious erotic prick to his glans-penis and slid it back up her ravenous, cum-slick, eager fuck-canal.

Twice! And he hadn't cum! Oh Jesus! Jesus. Let him be cured. The erogenous, luxurious goodness was beginning to swell and expand deep in her groin. The hot, sawing movement of his cock across her clitoris was agitating and emitting electrical currents of insatiable lust to vibrate throughout her belly and legs, her stomach and tits, her arms and brain. Oh! He was going to do it. He was going to stay on her long enough for her to cum.

"Oohhh fuccckkkk!" Hank bellowed and pistoned his cock in and out of her insistent, starved cunt twice more, then rammed to the pubes and jerk-cummed inside her.

A mini-orgasm of teasing splendour rippled through her when his boiling jism splashed in her fuck-cave but that was it. Hank had cum and she could cry. He rolled off of her, mumbled something and went to sleep, but not her. It took several hours and four "Sleepie" pills to calm her agitation and dull the thrashing want that ground and ached so deep within her womb.

Trudy didn't want to waste Hank's awakening piss hard-on. She passion-kissed him and-rubbed her sleep-soft, glowing breasts against his chest while gently caressing his prick. "Care for a jack-off, honey?" She brushed her lips across his. Hank hugged her and offered his cock for an answer.

Maybe it was because of his piss hard-on. Trudy had heard a man could last longer if he had to urinate, but in any case, it seemed she stroked his hot cock an awfully long time before it swelled and threatened to explode. "Stop!" She jerked her hand free and waited as Hank strained. He didn't shoot off. When he relaxed, he apologized, "I've got to go pee, honey. Don't go away."

When Hank got back his hard-on was gone. So the whole bit began again. The kissing, the rubbing. His hard, muscular hands gently, but insistently, fondling and squeezing her voluptuous, quivering breasts. Oh shit! She was ready! She wanted Hank so desperately that her whole groin and belly cavity was one huge blob of agitated, erotic, glutinous desire. She reached and felt his erect prick, rolled him over on' his back and began the second jack-off.

As she kissed and bit on Hank's lower lip while stroking his provocative, glowing prick it took all of her willpower and determination not to roll onto his intense, salacious body and impale her gushing cunt on his fervent, volatile pole. "Stop!" he shouted and again fought the battle.

Trudy watched him strain. His body was a quivering board, his prick a reddened, twitching, bewitching fuck-wand that blotted out the present and amplified her terrible need that was ripping and twisting her groin into a harvest of lustful desire.

His wondrous prick jerked once and a clear tear drop of. viscid cum bubbled out of the reddish purple pee-hole and sat on the knob like glistening nectar of the gods. Hank relaxed.

"Stopped it again." Hank breathed heavily. "But that was close."

"Let's... let's do it differently this time," Trudy heard herself say and her mouth was drawn toward the radiating, lascivious jism drop.

"Differently?" Hank didn't understand until he saw his beautiful bride of three weeks dip her head over his throbbing prick and felt her scorching, velvet lips encircle the head of his cock. "Oh fuck!" he moaned, and gave himself up to her blow job.

Hank had never been sucked off in his twenty-three years. He couldn't stand queers and had never dated a girl who had gone down on him. He felt his fuck-horn being swallowed into his bride's torrid, salivating, voluptuous mouth and completely forgot the reason they were doing all of this. As Trudy's searing tongue licked and probed around and under his glans-penis and her sharp hard teeth gently gnawed ecstatic ripples of luxurious, intense elegance from his cock, he felt his balls cascade and bounce, ricochet and spasm inside his scrotum.

Hank couldn't stand it. He had never felt anything so fuck-demanding, or captivatingly exquisite. He grabbed Trudy's head so she couldn't get free, screamed, and blew his load in her carnal gluttonous mouth.

Trudy didn't care that he had cum. Even if he had ordered her to stop, she knew she couldn't have. The first taste of his salty, slightly chloride jism-drop had blown all her reason. She savored his alive, throbbing, hot prick. She loved the luscious, erotic deliciousness of the spongy, glowing pole. She felt his prick thickening and straining prior to orgasm and sucked harder for the goodness. When the boiling jism splashed in her mouth, her own belly quivered and popped with a frenzied, mini-orgasm of rapturous splendour. She let loose when the jism stopped leaking and Hank's prick began to shrink.

"Oh, that was heavenly!" Hank hugged and kissed her. "But I'm afraid it didn't do our program any good."

"You'll harden again, after some breakfast." Trudy was afraid to ask, but she did. "You don't think... I mean, it was all right that I did that to you, wasn't it?"

"Oh, anytime, love, anytime," and he kissed her. Trudy's ache came back.

They ate, and for the next three hours Trudy jacked Hank off and stopped just before orgasm six times.On the seventh, Trudy couldn't control her craving any longer. She' rolled onto Hank's reddened, sore prick and drove her cunt up and down his wonderful wand for the relief she had to have. Hank lasted eight swift thrusts, just long enough for the doors of Trudy's craving desire to crack open, then he came! Fuck! She was left stranded again and was hurting worse than ever.

As Hank recuperated by watching the Saturday baseball game, Trudy fought for her sanity. She would make up some pretence to go to her mother's and let Chuck fuck her again. She would take a cold shower. She would go to the corner bar and pick up a man. She would masturbate. She would... would? Oh God! She could do none of it. She wasn't brought up that way. She wanted relief so terribly badly; still the voice way back in her brain shouted her every desire down. She would have to train Hank. That was all there was left if she hoped to live with herself. Still, could she survive another month of playing with his wonderful cock while suffering so terribly herself? The answer was, no! She needed help. Her mother's help. Yes! Oh dear God, why hadn't she thought of it sooner. Her mother had been through. this. Her mother knew exactly what to do. Trudy called to see if she were home and free to meet them somewhere.

"Of course, honey," Grace said. "As long as you don't become angry at me for screwing your husband. Bring him over. Your father has gone to the ballgame and your brother is out somewhere." Trudy was elated.

"Now don't get mad," she told Hank and explained it all to him.

Hank hid his delight in the opportunity to fuck Grace and reluctantly consented. "As long as you don't mind," he said sober-faced. "I understand it's for the good of our marriage, but that's the only reason why I'll do it."

Grace met them at the door and instructed Trudy to say downstairs and watch television. "This will take awhile," Grace said. "Just forget what we'll be doing upstairs. It's better that way." And they went up to her bedroom and closed the door.

Trudy lasted downstairs all of five minutes, then her jealousy and curiosity got the better of her and she sneaked upstairs and listened through the door. Nothing! She couldn't hear a damn thing. She gently opened the door a crack and was damn near overcome with carnal desire.

Hank was fucking her mother! Oh good God in Heaven! Good God in Heaven! His pussy-wet stiff prick was sawing in and out of her mother's clutching, grasping cunt and they both moved in up and down, in and out, salacious, luxurious, lustful movements.

Trudy counted the strokes as her groin and stomach muscles spasmed and knotted in lascivious, wanting, craving desire.

One-two-three-on and on, up past ten, fifteen, and God only knew how many before she stopped counting. How does she do it? Why is Hank lasting so long?

Hank's ass began to pump up and down faster, his reddened thickening prick was sawing in and out. Her mother's gushing cunt was clinging and drawing, swallowing and spitting out his marvelous cock. Hank was cumming! He was finally cumming.

"Stop!" her mother commanded, but Hank continued his frenzied fucking.

"I... can't," he panted. "Oh God! Gaww--"

Wwaaccckkk! The stinging, ringing sound of a slap cracked over the room as her mother slapped Hank. His pumping stopped and he relaxed.

"There!" her mother's voice said. "Now just let it soak a moment, then we can do it some more." Trudy remembered Chuck asking her to slap him. So that was it. When they start to cum, hit them.

Hank began to wiggle and gently pump his wet, stiff cock in and out of Grace's cunt. "Ohhh yesss!" her mother cooed. "Fuck me, honey. Run that wonderful cock in and out of my starving hole."

The words, the movement and the faint lustmusk fragrance of exquisite glorious fucking got to Trudy. Her cunt was gushing love juice and the need for a prick or anything to be in her insistent, craving chalice was overpowering. She couldn't break in on Hank and her mother; she was supposed to be downstairs. She did the next best thing. She hurriedly unzipped her slacks, hooked her thumbs on her slacks and panties and jerked both to her ankles. Then she splayed her knees, hunched out her throbbing, wanting pussy and stuck two fingers into her burning, frenzied, passion-starved cunt.

Trudy lay back against the wall, her eyes closed, listening to the erogenous sounds of fucking that were coming from the bedroom and rubbed and pinched a profusion of precious, sensuous, ecstatic, mini-cums from her erect, ravenous clitoris.

Then, as if her gluttonous, lascivious fog were a dream, an enormous, scorching, spongy cock head was probing its carnal delights against her oozing, drooling vulvas and forcing its way into her raging fuck-cavern. It was so explosively rapturous that her knees damn near gave way. Trudy opened her lust-lidded eyes and through her submissive craving made out her brother's grinning face.

"You don't have to do that, sis," Tom said. "Get your hand away. I'll fuck you!"