Chapter 6
Mr. Lamb was startled. Never in his whole life had he ever been met at a door by such a beautiful, half naked female. Up until his retirement two years ago, he had been a bookkeeper for the "VVE WRECK EM" demolition company and had always worked alone in a trailer at the wrecking sites. Therefore, although he had often heard salesmen, policemen, and the like brag on how they had caught a cock-hungry housewife alone for a day, he had never. In fact, his life had been quite the contrary to ;his secret hopes and desires.
If he could have had his way, he would have been a break-in man in a French whore house where he could have used his cock and fucked himself into a babbling idiot every day of his adult years. Instead (and he was bitter about this), he had married Maude at nineteen and to this day had never had his full cock in her.
"You're too big!" He could still hear her screaming on their wedding night almost fifty years ago. "Take it out! Take it out!" He didn't fight it. He knew he was large. So, up until his retirement he had settled for a monthly blow job by Maude and a twice a week visit to whores. Now, however, when he finally got an opportunity to fuck something for free, where was he?
His loss of pay in retirement stopped his visits to whores, and his advancing years plus the time limit between blow jobs had softened his cock. "Use it or lose it." God, wasn't that the truth. If only this could have happened two years ago!
"Come in," the lovely young Ann Margaret look-alike smiled and beckoned him in with her hands. God almighty! His heart flipped. Was he imagining things, or did she peek out the door to see if anyone were with him? No, he was an old man. What would a beautiful, young thing like this want with an old gezer who could be her grandfather?
He stepped in, keeping his eyes on her face. He didn't want her to know he was having such rotten thoughts. He had a mild heart condition. He didn't need young girls screaming rape or Maude bitching, or newspaper headlines blaring out about a dirty old man and the kid next door. Besides, no matter what his thoughts, his once proud prick would probably stay soft. His fucking days were over. Maybe it was a blessing.
"It's upstairs." Trudy pointed and led the way. Now that she had the old man over here, she didn't have the slightest idea of how to let him know that she was available. She had seen his eyes flick over her body. She was proud of her large, voluptuous, firm breasts and knew her nightie showed the pinkness of the nipples and the smallness of her areolas. The old man's eyes had sparkled for an instant, but then, damn it, the glow went away. All right! Now I'll show him my ass.
She bounded up the stairs and deliberately paused at the top, bent over and rubbed her toe as if she had hurt it. She darted a quick peek between her legs at the ascending old man. Haw! Her shortie nightie pulled up with her bending and her slightly damp pussy took his picture. That got his attention.
She waited, hoping he would reach out and pat her palpitating cooze but he stopped a foot or two from her and looked away. The good feeling in her jumped. He was breathing heavier and she believed his crotch had fattened some. "It's in the bathroom." She straightened and led the way.
Good God! He had seen her cunt! He had seen her cunt. It was just a small, pouting, pink, elongated, teardrop-shaped slit nestling in her triangular bush but it had done things to his half-dead cock he believed long since gone. And why did she do it? Did she know he could see it? Was she offering him to do something? It looked like it, but she was so young and barely married a month. Surely it was his imagination. She couldn't want an old man like him. No woman ever had. Besides beautiful young girls offering themselves to old men only happened in jokes or dirty books, never in real life. No, it was only his imagination. He followed her to the bathroom, but for the first time in two years a delicious sensual glow was warming his belly and damned if his prick hadn't swelled a mite.
Trudy was frustrated. What did she have to do to heat this old man up? Good grief, but she had never had to work so hard in her life to get any male to fondle her. She waited until Mr. Lamb had straddled the toilet and removed the tank lid, then she pressed her warm, soft, resilient breast against his cheek as she leaned forward and asked, "There, isn't that something?"
She was expecting him to nuzzle her breast, to bite it, but he did neither. Damn him. She rubbed-wriggled her velutinous, pudding-soft tit against his cheek and damn near pushed him off balance. "Bite it!" screamed in her brain. "Bite it, you old goat."
Still his face remained as if frozen. He was looking straight ahead, not moving a muscle. What in the hell was wrong with him? Maybe he was too old! Oh God, that couldn't be! Not in her condition. Not as badly as she needed his massive prick.
Her insatiable womb monster was literally ripping and tearing his guts out in agonizing pain bolts. She needed to get fucked. She had to haves a huge, thick, hot prick rammed in her or she would go insane. Still, she didn't know what else to do to this old man. What in the hell would turn him on? She rolled her breast on his cheek and felt like grabbing his gray head and turning his mouth to her eager nipple.
Strange, excited, wild thoughts of an impossible dream whirled and swooned in Mr. Lamb's brain. Was she doing it deliberately? Was she actually offering her terribly young, vibrant body to him, an old man? It was unreal, it couldn't be happening. Still, surely she knew her velutinous, glowing breast was mashing into his face. Surely she knew her powerful, female musk fragrance was spinning and mashing his senses into an almost uncontrollable urge to bite and nibble the irresistible fervent node. But then? She was so young. Perhaps she didn't realize the effects of her heated, sensual, luscious tit as it pressed and released, mashed and jellied against his leathery cheek. Oh Lord! Whatever her intentions he felt his two-year-deadened cock tingle and heat and begin to fatten and lengthen. He glanced down at his crotch. Oh Lord! It was obvious he was getting hard. What was the answer? What was the truth? He quickly shot his eyes to her face to see where she was looking. If she was engrossed in the water tank, then it all was his imagination and he would be terribly embarrassed. But! God in heaven! She was looking at him and... smiling.
She knew! She was doing it on purpose. To hell with what people might say should this all be a dream and he misread her actions. He rolled his face around her torrid, creamy, satin soft breast and suckled her hard nipple through the thin cloth.
Trudy moaned and mini-came. The old goat had finally gotten the idea, thank God. She closed her eyes and reveled in his hot, slopping, sucking lips on her raging nipples, then quickly backed from his erotic lips and with one motion, reached down and swept her nightie off her glowing, insistent, erotic body and pushed her naked mountain of succulent passion into his fervent mouth.
"Suck it!" She gritted through her insistent lips, "Bite it, you old bastard, bite it hard!"
Lamb forgot about the toilet, his age, his wife, everything. He dropped the pliers in his hand and grabbed the velutinous, voluptuous, radiating mound of woman-lust in both hands and dug his fingers into the salacious harvest. Oh God, but it had been so long since he had mauled and suckled a tender breast!
Then he remembered that she was naked. Naked! Oh Jesus! He released one hand and ran it down her scorching, velvet-soft resilient body and felt her trembling and quivering as his fingers gently explored her scintillating charms.
The skin on her stomach was silky satin and he could feel the eager muscles of youth that lay just underneath. He eased his fingers to the flaxen, downy hair on her pouting mons veneris and without hesitation, dipped the tip of his finger into her boiling, slippery, wet, ungodly soft, hot cunt. She moaned again, quivered from sensual delight and pooched her luxurious, torrid pussy for more of his digit. He eased his finger into the raging, volatile, enchanting burrow and twirled the digit just to hear her "aww" and "owww" with pleasure.
This was too much! Who would believe he would get such a present at his age. And wonder of wonders! His cock was hard and throbbing down his leg in its restriction. He removed his lips for a second and panted, "I want to fuck! I want to fuck!"
The words blew Trudy's mind. She knew she had him the moment he had sucked on her tit. What she wasn't sure of was could an old man like him harden up.. "Let's go!" The words panted out of her: "To the bed. Hurry!" and she backed slowly away so that he followed, his lips still drawing a delicious cascade of gratifying preciousness from her breast while his finger teased and tormented her insatiable, lascivious monster so deep in her groin. When her knees hit the bed, she fell backwards on it and both the exquisite, glutinous pleasures disappeared.
Lamb was almost frantic in his haste to remove his clothes and to get his prick in this unbelievably sensual teenager. He jerked off his shoes and socks, unzipped and removed his Bermuda shorts and underwear and was relieved to see that his old, dead cock was still half hard and puffing alive. Now all he needed to do was to get it in her before it betrayed him and went soft. He crawled on the bed and mounted between her charring hot, satin soft thighs. He took a hold of his fading (Oh, dear God, no!) hard-on and positioned the head at the centre of her cum-oozing, scorching fuck-cavern and pushed.
Even half-hard, he was restroom large for her. The monstrous head of his pole penetrated just inside the swollen lips but stopped at the portals of her dainty, enchanting, glowing fuck-sleeve where the unbelievable ecstasy lay.
"It won't go in!" He knew his voice had panic in it and that his horn was softening at an incredible, pace. Still, he regripped his cock closer to the head and tried to force his large girth into her bliss.
Trudy was beside herself. She had connived and plotted to get this wonderful fuck-bat in her to still the terrible gnawing that was eating her up. But it was to no avail. The big beautiful hammer that she craved just wasn't there. Even as he tried to work the hot, spongy head into her, she could feel the glorious hardness seep away.
"Oh no. No!" Trudy reached down to help, but it was like trying to stuff a marshmallow into a parking meter. His cock was now completely soft. She was handling a flexible tube of soft, pliable meat. "Damn!" She threw back her head in frustration. "Damn! damn! damn!"
Mr. Lamb rolled off of her and lay panting at her side. "I'm sorry, girlie," he said. "I guess I'm just too old. It wouldn't stay hard."
Trudy wouldn't give up. She rolled on her side toward Mr. Lamb and held onto his warm, soft, useless spigot. "Isn't there some way?" she said as she fondled and rubbed the warm spongy cuddlesome meat. "Maybe it's me. How does your wife get you hard!"
Mr. Lamb chuckled bitterly, "Maude! She don't bother anymore. But when she did, she used to suck me. I never could get it in her."
"Suck you?" Trudy looked down his huge belly to the nine-, ten-inch sausage she was slowly jacking back and forth. Hell! She had sucked on Chuck's prick, and it hadn't been all that bad! Not only hadn't it been bad, but thinking back, she kind of liked the feel of it m her mouth. She lifted herself on her right arm and pivoted herself down his body until her right cheek rested on his warm, perspiring soft belly just above his pubic hairs. Then she lifted his limp, thick prick upward and stared at the enormous head.
"You going to suck it?" Mr. Lamb's voice held surprise and delight.
Trudy nodded her head, but she wasn't sure. That awful shrill voice was screaming in her head again. "Bitch! Whore! Shameless tramp! He's a sixty-seven-year-old man. A stranger. You can't demean yourself by sucking his cock! That is what he uses to pee out of. Wake up. Stop. Stop!"
"Well, don't forget," Mr. Lamb's . voice broke into her brain, "if it gets hard, I want to fuck you. Don't suck me off."
The words chilled through Trudy like an over powering insanity. She wanted to be fucked, she wanted this huge pole in her. She opened her mouth and forced the spongy, warm, slightly urine-tasting morsel into her mouth.
Lamb felt the hot, glutinous, lustrous, fervent mouth encircle his glans-penis and experienced the incessant, lascivious feeling of enchanting cum-orgasm begin to build in his ancient balls. Oh it was good to feel alive again. It had been so long since Maude had blown him. He felt the teenager's youthful strong tongue encircle and lick at his tremendous. cock-ring underneath the enormous head and felt the tingles and spasms of sensuous joy.
Maude had quit sucking him two years ago because she had turned lesbian. He knew it. Hell, he had known it ten, twenty years ago but didn't care as long as she continued to blow him. Then when she quit, well, it was only a matter of a few months that he gave up masturbating. "Use it, or lose it." Maude stopped, he stopped, and his cock stopped. But now. Oh Lordie! The exciting, provocative pleasure was coming back. He reached down and fondled the teenager's velvet, perspiration damp, quivering ass .and sought out her drooling, twitching pussy. His cock was hardening up. He wanted her pussy ready.
Trudy could feel that she was sucking and drawing life back into the massive horn. The colossal glans was swelling and forcing her jaw joints to almost separation. She backed off the massive head and continued her spit-mouthing, swirling, tongue licking motion while jacking on his immense phallus. Oh she was doing good! She could feel the radiating pole swell, thicken and lengthen and slowly become harder and firmer. But God! What was she creating? She opened her eyes and looked down the enormous appendage. Good grief! It had to be ten or twelve inches long and larger around than her upper arm. How could she handle such a muscular masculine meat mast?
"It's hard!" Mr. Lamb tugged at her shoulders. "That's enough. Get off of it. Let me in you." Trudy released the giant pole, fell on her back and when Lamb crawled between her ardent thighs, she spread them as far as possible and offered her craving channel.
Trudy peeked just once at Mr. Lamb on his knees and aiming his huge prick at, her palpitating cunt, then she closed her eyes. She couldn't watch that enormous pole of meat being forced into her wee, tight cunt. It was going to hurt, she knew it. Still, she couldn't help herself. She had to have peace from the terrible ripping, slashing desire monster.
The first assault of Mr. Lamb's fiery hot, spongy hard cudgel wrenched a tiny cry of excruciating hurt-bliss from Trudy's lips. Then the colossal meat-bat was past her stretched cunt sphincter and was plowing into her glowing, torrid, salivating, wanting chalice. The mass, the phethora of his gristle almost took Trudy's breath away. It didn't seem possible that her tiny vagina could be expanded to such widths. But with the stretching came the unprecedented, majestic, salacious splendour of ecstatic cum-joy.
"Oohhh," she moaned as wave after wave of lustrous, erogenous warmth soared and glistened in her quim. "Fuck me!" She panted from the effort. "Put it all in. Give it to me!" and she bucked to help.
Mr. Lamb had never felt such tickling, intense, lascivious goodness in his entire life. Whores had never been this provocatively passionate nor enjoyed his thunderous prick quite as much. He slowly backed his enormous slammer out of the unbelievably tight cunt and could feel her inner vaginal labyrinth muscles tugging and resisting his exit until they almost turned themselves inside out. Then he eased into the volatile, searing, gripping pussy another two or three inches. He really didn't think he would get all of his meat into her. He never had. Even the whores he had fucked over the years had stopped him at the nineor ten-inch mark. But it would be nice to bottom out before he died, no matter how improbable the thought.
Oh Lordie! Her pussy was tight yet seemingly bottomless. He continued his slow, cautious in and out long strokes of his hammer and fed her an inch, a half inch more on each downward stroke. The hotness of her cunt, the slippery softness and grabbing gentleness was stirring his aged nuts into a swirling, jiggling volcanic dance. The ecstatic, luxurious, soaring ecstasy of orgasm was almost upon him and turning his reason to blubber. He had to bottom out one time in his life, he just had to! He rammed his precious, lustful, immense prick savagely into her submissive, surrendering silken hole and felt his cock head bang against her cervix. Shit! He still had two more inches to go.
"IN!" Trudy was swimming in a salacious, enchanting fuck-fog and didn't care if he poked his monstrous, heavenly hammer clear out her mouth. She wanted her womb violated. She wanted her demon slain. "Ram it in! Force it in! Fuck me! Hard! HARD! I'M CUMMING."
Mr. Lamb threw decency to the winds. Always before he was able to control his emotions to the point where he would stop short of hurting a whore. But now! Now, this bitch was begging him to impale her on his massive spear. He lunged and felt her pussy walls give way under the impact of his boar like lunge. He was balls-deep. Pubes to pubes, cunt-hair to cock-hair and... he was cumming!
"Ooooohhhhh shhhhitttttt!" His old body spasmed and jerked as he belched gobs of hot jism into the thrashing, screaming teenager.
Trudy didn't know if she was screaming, shitting, dying or doing all together. All that mattered was the boiling hot, molten jism that bubbled and spurted in her cunt and was turning her mind, her soul, her body into a sensuous, rapturous, ecstatic fuckin-sanity that blotted out anything, anywhere, anytime.
Just when the tremendous, erotic plethora began to dwindle, he would jerk his colossal cock out of her cooze and ram it back in and shoot another jism bullet into her spastic, glutinous inner cave. It was too much for Trudy. She couldn't stand it. She opened her mouth to scream out her ricocheting, gratifying rapture but heard no sound. The lustrous profusion of exalted bliss overcame her, and she passed out.