Chapter 7
Trudy came back to the soft incandescent enchanting world of cuddlesome contentment. Mr. Lamb was sitting on the edge of the bed and popping a small white pill in-his mouth. Trudy stretched in her gratifying, erotic fulfillment and smiled. "Whatcha doing?"
Mr. Lamb started, then grinned back. "Nitro-glycerine." He tapped his chest. "That was so good I damn near died."
"You should have, you old goat."
Trudy looked to the doorway. Mrs. Lamb was leaning against the doorjamb, the sweet smile still on her motherly cherub face, but her voice was scolding. "Shame on you! You know better. That's why I stopped blowing you two years ago."
"Awww Maude!" Mr. Lamb looked away and shook his head.
Trudy was shocked, flabbergasted, embarrassed. She was naked! He was naked. And it was obvious that Maude had seen, or at least, known they had been fucking! What should she do in such a situation? What was going to happen? Trudy grabbed the sheet on the bed and pulled it over her body. "I... I... It's not what you think!"
"There now!" Maude came into the room and sat on the bed beside Trudy. She didn't seem the least bit angry. "It's exactly what I think, but don't you fret, honey. He'll probably live, and I'm sure we can keep this out of the papers and away from your darling young husband and the police!"
"What?" Trudy was almost in shock. "Husband? Newspapers? Police? What are you talking about?"
"Why, prostitution, my dear." Maude still smiled. "You offered and gave your body to have your toilet fixed. Tisk! tisk." She clicked her tongue and shook her head. "That isn't nice." She reached over and brushed a loose hair from Trudy's forehead. "But don't you fret, I'm sure we can work things out."
"Maude, damn it." Mr. Lamb was angry. "She didn't offer anything and you're not going to any police. Now come on, let's go home." He got up.
"You go home, dear." Maude kept her smile but her eyes hardened. "And rest! You've had your fun; now it's my turn."
Trudy watched his shoulders slump forward in resignation and he walked out. What was going on anyway? What was happening?
When the door closed, Maude gently pulled the sheet off of Trudy and cupped one of her still heated, volatile breasts. "Now honey, you just be nice and all will be forgiven." She still smiled as her glowing hand wormed tender glutinous fingers into Trudy's suddenly alive, craving pendulous mound. "I can be bought, lovey. I'm a lesbian. Do we have an understanding?" She dipped her head suddenly and took Trudy's luminous nipple into her fervent, hot, caressingly wet sensuous mouth.
The heat of Maude's mouth, Maude's tongue mashing the nipple against her teeth while Maude's fingers squeezed and forced Trudy's breast into a balloon bubble of cascading, lascivious delight all joined to blow Trudy's reasoning powers to hell.
Five minutes ago Trudy had been basking in a delicious, fuck-fog of orgasm satisfaction. Then, out of the blue she was threatened with the police and exposure to her husband,, and just as suddenly, was now again being lifted with provocative, precious, captivating suckling to the velvet cloud of tumultuous eroticism.
Trudy hunched her back and offered more of her shimmering, aroused breast to the luxurious erogenous glow that was building and spar dig in her node. What was a lesbian? What was Maude telling her? Oh shit! What difference did it make? She grabbed Maude's gray head and forced her teasing, succulent mouth harder to her breast.
Maude was busy with her hands. She sure had a hot one in this luscious, ripe teenager. She continued to suckle the hot rubberish nipple as she got off the bed and began stripping off her own clothes. Oh my! It had been years since she ate a tender pussy. She unbuttoned and. threw off her blouse. She never wore a bra and allowed her huge, pendulous boobs to hang and swing freely as she unzipped and kicked off her slacks, panties, and shoes. When she was completely naked, she got back on the bed and went to work in earnest.
Trudy had opened her eyes when Maude moved off the bed and watched the older woman undress. As Maude's splendid, salacious mouth continued to spark electric currents of erotic joy from her breast, Trudy marveled at Maude's figure.
Although sixty or so her figure was surprisingly youthful. Maude's skin was still a pinkish-white and unblemished with those nasty brown spots that often occur with age. Her breasts were large and solid looking, with firm ruby nipples. Oh Jesus. Trudy was shallow-panting. What would it feel like to mash and squeeze another female's breasts? She had never, not in her whole life.
Oh God! What was wrong with her? What was she thinking? It was unnatural to make love to another woman. She had heard it all of her life. It was sick. Yet she was breathing hard at the thought. Oh Lord! She must be worse than a nympho. She must be a monster. She closed her eyes when Maude jumped on the bed and waited. What was wrong with her? She should flee.
"There, honey." Maude removed her mouth and cooed. "It's going to be wonderful, you'll see. Just relax and let. me please you." Trudy felt her surprisingly gently, soft, warm hand fondle and massage her other yearning breast. "You're so lovely, so lovely."
Trudy moaned at the sudden sensuous thrill that ran through her body at the contact. She was startled when a pair of gentle, warm, inviting lips closed over hers and caused delicious waves of wanting desire to cascade throughout her body.
Oh, she shouldn't feel this way. She shouldn't allow another female to arouse her. Then Maude's searing hot tongue slipped past Trudy's lips and wiggle-searched in Trudy's ravenous mouth. Trudy had never felt such kissing excitement. She relaxed her jaw muscles and gave her mouth, her tongue, to Maude and reveled in the erotic goodness. Then a new thrill was added.
Right in the middle of the carnal deliciousness Maude's fervent hand began to gently sooth its tantalizing way down Trudy's scintillating, eager body. Maude's sensuous sparking fingers explored from her ripe, quivering breasts, down her glowing, velutinous body to her swollen, palpitating love-sleeve and one precious, provocative finger wormed into Trudy's drooling, yearning, sizzling hole.
"Ooohhh Ggaawwddd," Trudy cried as mini-orgasms shot from her flooded tumultuous chalice and ricocheted bolts of shimmering salaciousness in her belly.
"OOHHH!" Another spasm of delight radiated from her oozing raging hole as Maude's talented finger probed her excited, erect clitoris. It was so good, so wonderful. Maude's magic digit was weaving maddening, delicious circles and scratches of ecstatic lusciousness in her fiery furnace, then suddenly Maude's marvelous mouth left Trudy's lips and dipped and sucked a quivering, hardened nipple into her feverish mouth.
Trudy arched her back for more of the tantalizing finger and bucked her tit for the succulent pleasure. She was on fire. Her body was an insane vessel of carnal, wanting desire. Then Maude's scorching tongue began its burning patch down Trudy's writhing body. Oh God! On Jesus! Trudy bucked out of control as Maude's soft, charring miniature poker stabbed into her belly button while her fingers twirled and pinched great torrents of lustful goodness from her salivating, cavern.
"Oh do it!" Trudy heard herself say. "Suck me. Buck me. Bite me. Oh God! Do it!"
Maude slipped down Trudy's carnally amplified body and worked between her thighs. Trudy could feel Maude's arms brushing fire against the sensitive, singeing, urgent flesh of her inner thighs. She could feel the impatient muscles in her legs working as they lifted and parted until they lay hooked over Maude's broad shoulders. Trudy felt the exciting puffs of ravenous desire that were breathed on the damp silken hairs of her mons veneris, then moaned-screamed in delicious lustfulness as she felt the branding tongue point-force its way into her tumultuous drooling burrow and lap at her exploding excited clitoris.
"Ooohhh gaaawwwd!" Trudy moaned and writhed. She shouldn't like this. She shouldn't! It was unnatural to let a woman stick her tongue in her pussy. It was vile, evil, degrading . . "AAAWWWW!" she gasped as Maude's talented digit burrowed deep in her raging fuck-cavern, spinning and snapping electric bolts of erogenous joy from her gushing crater.
"Oh yes! YES!" Trudy heard her voice plead. "Suck it! Eat it! Oh God! Stick your tongue up my hole and fuck it around. Ohhh!"
Trudy arched her back, rubbing her swollen pubes against Maude's cunt-wet face and felt Maude's lips pushing against her explosive twat while her tongue twisted and spun insistent, glorious delight.
Trudy cried out in ecstatic rapture as each of Maude's hands grabbed one of her tumultuous, voluptuous, quivering breasts and began to knead and grind salacious, gratifying whorls of lascivious goodness from the straining, excited mounds. Oh God, but she loved it. She bucked her ass as the love-juice boiled in her burning hole and her orgasms made her cunt lips clutch and squeeze the intruding tongue. "Ooooohhhh, harder! Deeper! Harrdddeeerrrrrrr!"
Trudy wiggled her ass, pressing, circling, then guiding Maude's tongue deeper in her ranging, lustagitated cave while straining her breasts upward for more of the mashing, hurting pleasure. She was in heaven, a lascivious, delicious, luxurious mist of sensuous voluptuousness. She moaned and screamed and jerked as currents of rapturous preciousness trembled her body and jumbled her brain. The only thing lacking, the only thing casting a smidgen of dissatisfaction in her state of glistening, provocative splendour, was a cock to quiet her aroused snapping beast of desire.
Maude was beside herself in craving, carnal satisfaction. She was used to older women her age who accepted her oral gyrations with tiny "oohhs" and "aawwws" and when they orgasmed it was pant-jerks of surrendering glory. It had been years since she had tasted such a boiling hot profusion of clutching, glutinous cum-passion.
Maude loved the impatient, vibrant taste of virgin cunt-juice. She ran her torrid tongue up and down the scorching, tight, resilient pussy lips and marveled at the deliciousness of teenage musky cunt-fragrance and taste. She opened her mouth wide and inhaled the entire quim, gumming and chewing the swollen, searing, thrashing, pussy lips and experienced her own tingles and sparks of orgasm conflagration from the chalice's gushing profusion.
As she sucked and licked and lapped the inner lust-seeping, chloride-tasting deliciousness, she mashed and squeezed the ripe, velutinous, perspiring hillocks of womanhood. She would mash the majestic mammaries, then release the globes and concentrate pinching, pulling, stretching fingers on the erect, elastic, vibrant nipples until Trudy's surrendering moans and frantic pelvic thrusts proved her artistry. Then she would lick and lap again, once more building this young firebrand up to climax.
Maude knew what to do to drive this youngster insane. And judging by Trudy's moans and writhing, her begging and mashing hands on the back of her head, it was time. Maude sought out the wee, excited, hardly used, ripe clitoris and lip-squeezed and tugged on the volatile node.
Trudy went pure fuck-fever insane. Bolts of exquisite, magnified, ravenous splendour ricocheted from her spastic clitoris and vibrated throughout her body, her brain, her soul. She was suddenly flung out of her sanity into a maelstrom of unparalleled, orgasmic, insatiable ecstasy. Maude's hot lips pulling on her erupting, churning clit and Maude's teeth ever-so-gently scraping the supersensitive node exploded a luxurious, erogenous conflagration of ungodly fuck delight that jerked her thrashing body from the bed and blew her sanity into a rapturous cum-surrender.
"Ooooohhhhh ggaawwwwddddd! Gaawwwddd! Stop! STOOPPPPI" Trudy screamed and struck at the insistent, ceaseless, sucking head that was draining her life away in tremendous ravenous movements. "I CAN'T STANDDDDD IT!" Trudy grabbed the gray hair and yanked, and-the vampire mouth released her cunt. Trudy fell back on the bed completely drained.
"Did you like that, deary?" Maude crawled up beside Trudy and smiled down at her.
Now that the excruciating hurt-ecstasy had stopped, Trudy was again floating on a satin cloud of luxurious contentment. She kept her eyes closed and panted for breath. "Yes," she said. "Oh yes. It was wonderful."
"You're completely satisfied? I did a good job?" Trudy nodded, but she was lying. Even as she lay exhausted from cumming so much, her womb was slowly twisting and turning and growling its need. Oh Lord! What was the matter with her? After all her orgasms she shouldn't want to be fucked again for a week. Still, here she was, wanting, no, needing her womb battered quite again. Her mother was right! She was a nympho. She had to be.
Hank got home from his golf game at seven o'clock, full of beer and playful. "I won nine holes," he grinned, "soooo I had to drink up my nine beers. How about a little loving for your new husband, baby?" He pinched her on the ass and bit her on the neck.
Trudy was angry at him when he first came in the door. He was late, her dinner was ruined, and he was drunk. But when his hard fingers mashed into her solid ass-cheeks and she could feel his hardening prick through his pants, the anger left. She had been wanting a prick ever since Mrs. Lamb had left this afternoon. Her stomach was killing her and her deep pussy-sleeve was itching like crazy. She worked his face off her neck and planted a passionate, surrendering kiss on his lips.
"You got it," she breathed. "Let's go to bed."
It was a bust. Hank was too drunk. She barely got his clothes off before he passed out on the bed and no amount of poking or shaking could wake him up. Damn. Damn. She set the alarm an hour earlier in the morning to get herself fucked before he went to work. But he had a hangover and wasn't interested.
"I'm sorry, honey." He kissed her goodbye. "Tonight, as soon as I get home. I'll be over this by then. OK?"
What could she say? Trudy smiled and acted like it wasn't important, but it sure as hell was. She waited until his car disappeared down the street, then ran upstairs and masturbated until her clitoris became so jerky and sensitive that she could no longer stand to touch it. But it didn't help. Her belly still churned for the feel and relief that only a spitting, cumming cock could give her. Damn! She wondered what Mr. Lamb was doing.
She peeked out the, upstairs bedroom window. There was no movement at their place and their car was gone. Shopping, probably. Damn, damn! Then she remembered Chuck and Tom. She called her mother again.