Chapter 9
"What is the matter with you, dear?" Grace's voice held concern. "It's Monday, they'll both be at work. What's the trouble. What's wrong?"
Trudy felt foolish. Of course they would be at work. "It's nothing, Mother, really! I just wanted to ask something."
"No." Grace's voice was cautious. "It's more than that, isn't it? It's what I warned you about, isn't it? Hank isn't satisfying you. Am I right?"
"Oh Mother!" Trudy wailed. She was torn. She didn't want to admit her mother was right. She just couldn't be a nympho. It was just a passing thing. If she could just get satisfied once more. Just once more, then all would be fine. She was all right after Mr. Lamb. It was Maude who had begun it all over again. So now she knew. Lesbians just gave her an itch for men. Once she got...
"That's what I thought," her mother's voice held commiseration. "Well, they're at work. I can talk to Chuck or Tom and see if one will stay home tomorrow, but...? "
"It's not that!" Trudy snapped, "I told you. I just wanted to... Oh, never mind."
Her mother sighed at the other end. "Yes, dear. Should I tell them you called?"
"No!" Trudy said. "No, it wasn't important," and she hung up and cried. Oh damn, but she needed relief. She was a nympho, she was one!
The door bell snapped her out of her self-pity. Trudy hurriedly puffed up her hair, wiped her eyes and ran downstairs to answer. It was two young charity workers.
"Hello, Ma'm." The taller one started on his canned spiel. "We're from the Lend a Hand organization and are collecting clothes or caannnn," his voice trailed off as his eyes roamed up and down Trudy.
"Gooolllyyyy!" The smaller one's eyes almost popped from his head as he too was eyeing Trudy.
Trudy didn't understand their actions until she checked herself. She was still in the see-through shortie nightie that she had worn to bed last night. She was going to jump behind the door, but their obvious embarrassment tickled her. She pretended she didn't see their reactions, "Yes?" she said, "you're collecting...? "
The taller one's eyes jerked back to her. "Yes, Ma'm, we're collecting clothes and food for the survivors of the floods in Mexico. I, ah, we were wondering if you had something to give?"
Oh! did their actions tickle Trudy. Their innocent, shining eyes were almost dancing from taking in her body. At least she could turn someone on this morning. She was going to tell them no, and close the door, but for some crazy reason she said, "Of course. Let me look. Come on in," and she opened the door for the boys. "I might have some things upstairs." She led the way.
Trudy knew she was being impish and evil. She deliberately swayed her tight, bumble-bee ass-hillocks as she moved up the stairs ahead of the boys. She stopped once just so the taller one would bump into her and feel her warm softness. "It's old clothes." She smiled and trilled again at the raw lust she saw painted on their faces. She motioned them into her bedroom and glanced through her closet. Why was she doing this? Why was she deliberately tormenting these young boys? She knew they could see through her flimsy nightie and were awed by her body.
She didn't want to screw them. They were too immature, too young to be able to do her any good. Hell, she needed a cock the size of Chuck's or Tom's or Mr. Lamb's. These babies damn sure couldn't help her. So why was she doing it?
She took an old skirt down and turned to face them. Their faces were beet-red flushed, they were breathing hard, and, giggles of giggles, little lumps of cock were straining out from their crotches. She deep-sexy laughed and the words that came out seemed to be said by another person. "Why, what's the matter, boys? Haven't you ever seen a woman's body before?"
"Only in Playboy magazine," the smaller one spoke and his eyes seemed to grow bolder. "But nothing like yours, Ma'm. You have the prettiest I've ever seen."
"Well, aren't you sweet?" Trudy still didn't under stand her actions or talk. What was the matter with her? Why was she acting this way? They couldn't do her any good. Still the punch line of a dirty joke she remembered hearing a long time ago, concerning big and little pricks, popped into her head. "A woman would rather be tickled to death than clubbed." Her eyes darted back to their crotches. My goodness! But their little cocks must be hard. She wondered what they looked like? What a developing prick felt like. She had never seen or felt one before. "Haven't you boys ever felt a lady before?" Good God, why did she ask that?
"No, Ma'm!" they both chorused, and the smaller one stepped forward, stuck out his jaw and said, "But I'd darn sure like to. How about it, Ma'm. Can I feel you?"
"Maybe." Trudy was enjoying this game. There was something thrilling in teasing, in watching their faces, in observing the raw passionate lust that seemed to cover these babies like a haze. "Have either of you ever been to bed with a woman?"
They shook their heads. The smaller one unconsciously rubbed at his crotch. The taller one licked his lips, his eyes literally burning in his head.
Trudy looked at the bright-eyed, craving faces waiting, praying for her next words. So they never had had a woman before! Well, now, maybe she would give them a thrill. A real thrill. But first she would tease them a bit. "Would you like to go to bed with me?"
"Oh wow, yes!" Their heads bobbed up and down.
"All right," Trudy said, "get your clothes off and lie on the bed." Trudy waited until they were naked and under the sheet, then she smiled and peeled off her shortie nightie that was covering her magnificent body. She allowed the boys to stare and drool, then stretched her arms upward in a luxurious, wanton invitation while lidding her eyes to bedroom sensuousness and arching her back so that her voluptuous, quivering, magnificent breasts strained outward and upward.
"Oh my God!" The taller boy's eyes practically bugged from his head and his cock sprang up under the covers, tenting the sheets.
"Come on, lady!" The smaller boy was nervously fondling his hard-on. "Come on, before I go off."
Trudy pouted. "Don't you boys want to do it right?"
"Hell yes," the taller one said.
"Nuts," the smaller one said, "I can do it, come on."
Trudy kept her smile and made up her mind. The smaller one! Yes, she would fix the smaller one first. Trudy sauntered over to the bed and arched her eyebrows in a question. "Who are you boys, and why the sheet? You can't do it right with a sheet over you."
"I'm Ben." The taller one kicked the sheet away.
"Roy," said the suddenly embarrassed smaller one.
Trudy had to suppress a giggle when the old rhyme popped into her head while looking at their skinny young bodies.
"Little dick, pink ball, no hair Ben" and "Needle dick, Roy, the bug fucker." After the real cudgels that she had put in her the past two days, she wondered if she would even feel their little peters. Ah well! On with her plan. "I'll do it one at a time," she told the boys. "You first." She nodded to Roy and crawled on top of him.
"Jeeessssseeesl" Roy uttered as her searing hot, super soft body straddled his trembling stomach and she dropped one velutinous, woman-fragrant breast so that the nipple barely brushed his lips.
My God, but he had never imagined that a woman would feel so ungodly soft and warm and smell so eating delicious. Her satin, moist, radiating cunt with its silken pubic hairs was nesting on his groin, his erect, throbbing cock was barely touching her singeing ass-globes and one fiery rubberish nipple was in his mouth. Oh shit! Oh shit!
Roy grabbed the velvet, swarm, ungodly soft mass of mammary delight in both hands and greedily mouthed the sponge-rubber, tender nipple. God! In his whole life he had never felt or tasted anything like this! A pure lust bouquet seemed to engulf his nose, his face, his brain, in an enchanting erotic stupor. He mouthed and sucked and bit the tempting morsel while he pumped and drove his aching explosive cock upwards and into the crack of her wiggling, scorching ass-cheeks. God, it was heaven. Heaven!
"Owww! Not so hard, Roy," Trudy cautioned. "Suck it gently. Easy!" and she reached back and lasciviously fondled his thrusting, flopping nuts.
Roy couldn't stand it! Nothing in his whole life had prepared him for such glorious, volatile caresses. Each upward thrust of his raging prick produced a moist, flaming ass-cheek rub that sparkled electrical erotic bolts down his cock, then splattered into a carnal luxurious joy throughout his young body.
His mouth was full of warm, perspiration-covered, satin soft, yielding, lustful tit while his fingers were mashing and moulding unfathomable sensuous discovery from the dome of desire. He was on the brink of cumming, but didn't have his cock in her. He removed his mouth from the tit love harvest to order her to put it in but at that moment, she stroked his thundering scrotum.
"OH GOD!" ripped from his mouth instead of the order and his pulsating, volcanic cock jerked and spewed trapped, boiling jism in unleashed droplets. "Aaahhhh ffuuuckkkk!" he bellowed as the rapturous cum-joy coughed from his spurting prick.
Trudy giggled. She had done it. She had made him cum and he hadn't put it in her. To make certain he was through, Trudy brought her wee hand upwards and quick jacked on his spurting prick.
"Oh don't! Quit!" Roy jerked from the jacking. "Stop," and he swatted at her hand to make her stop. Trudy let loose and crawled off the spent boy.
"Now you." She smiled at Ben. "Move over. You get on top."
Ben was almost beside himself. He had watched Roy suck and ass-cheek fuck this unbelievably beautiful woman until his cock was twitching and jerking almost beyond control. Now she was beside him and smiling, beckoning him to enjoy her beautiful body.
Ben had dreamed of this moment. The last year or so he had spent hours feasting on Playboy magazines and the assortment of nudie-sun worship pictorials. He had stared at the big-busted women and fantasized his lips over and on the luscious mounds of mama. In his mind he could feel the soft yielding responsive bodies as he cupped their hair-hidden mysteries and experienced the joy of fucking by jacking off his eager virgin cock. Now he had a live one beside him. He didn't have to imagine anymore. He didn't have to pretend. He had a warm, tender, delicious, willing female now and he was going to know exactly how it felt.
She was such a beautiful thing that Ben didn't know where to start. She was much smaller than he and couldn't weigh a hundred ;pounds. Her silken blond hair was billowed out on the pillow, framing her innocent, pretty baby face. Her eyes were opened wide with acceptance and her pupils dilated in insatiable salacious lust promise.
Her skin was a milky-cream with just a hint of pinkish desire. Her voluptuous breasts were mounds of satin joy and topped with pinkish-maroon semi rigid nipples. Oh shit! His mouth began to salivate. Her stomach was flat yet ball-aching desirable. Then came her downy, tantalizing, gently sloped mons veneris with its dewy pubic hairs that dipped between her perfect legs to her hidden wondrous heaven, provocative cunt. But he couldn't see it! Damn! He wanted to see it. He had seen cunts in magazines but never in person.
"Can I?" he began and stopped embarrassed.
"Can what?" Trudy smiled at his embarrassed awkwardness.
Ben screwed up his courage. "Can I look at it?" he blurted, and nodded his head toward her clitty.
Trudy felt like laughing, but she didn't. She was having a good time. She was enjoying herself. These boys were babes in the woods and their awkwardness, their embarrassment, the unholy raw desire that was on their faces bathed Trudy in a warm motherish glow. She was appreciated, she was wanted. Her every action, was doing them a favor and she liked that. "Of course," she said and splayed her legs.
Even though Ben wanted in her so bad he could hardly stand it, still, he wanted to see. He pushed back and stared down at the pouting, damp, opened ever-so-slightly tiny honey pot.
"Golly!" he said.
Trudy wasn't going to do it to Ben, but his open amazement at her charms twinged a strange sadistic urge in her belly. Almost without thinking she reached down and cupped the back of Ben's head and pulled his face toward her suddenly wanting fuck-crevice.
"Lick it, Ben," she cooed, "taste it, it's good." She hunched her sparkling radiating burrow toward his face.
Ben moved as if hypnotized. He didn't want to do such a thing. She pee-peed out of it. But as the mysterious wondrous delight came closer and he could feel its beckoning scorching heat and smell its lust fragrance, he automatically opened his mouth and gulped the treasured ravine.
Oh shit! fuck! He forgot he wanted to fuck it. He forgot it was a pee hole. All that mattered was that the super soft, warm slippery wetness with its slightly chloride salty taste was causing shimmering, delightful, odd sensations from his mouth throughout his entire body.
He burrowed his nose, lips, and tongue, in the glowing goodness and rolled the unparalleled erogenousness over his lips, cheeks, and chin.
"Oohhh!" Trudy moaned and drove his face into her flaming, craving cunt. "Ooohhh sshhiitt, Beeeennnnn!"
Trudy hadn't expected to cum so quickly. But the inexperienced boy was frantically flailing his lips and tongue in her suddenly aroused, churning twat. He didn't know what he was doing, but every now and then his fervent tongue flip-touched her ardent volatile clitoris and scintillating shivers of pure ecstatic bliss vibrated throughout her body.
"Oh fuck my cunt," she cried. "Use your lips! Use your lips! Get a hold of my clitoris." She tried to twist and turn his groping mouth so his lips would grab and hold her craving clitty, but he didn't seem to know what she was talking about:
When his searching lips did flounder on her erect, raving clitty, Trudy held his head and screamed, "There! Don't let loose! Suck it. Suck it! Ooooohhhh ffuuucccckkkkk!" And the enchanting, erogenous ecstasy exploded in her gluttonous groin and spewed relieved love-juice out of her ravenous fuck-cave.
Ben didn't know what was happening. His balls were rumbling and thrashing. His cock had strained to an iron bar and was pulsating with glorious, majestic, sensuous expectation. The quivering, captivating cunt, ricocheting against his mouth and face, was filling his being with an insatiable desire for more.
His hand had searched upward and buried itself in one velutinous, scorching, super soft breast. She was bumping and grinding her slobbering, torrid cunt against his face, pulling on his head for him to get in deeper and screaming some unintelligible words of need and desire. Her final buck-thrust and her enchanting cavern filling to overflowing was the trigger for his explosion. His waving, hurting cock jerked in ecstatic surrender and cum-shot his load to the world. The pressure left the back of his head. Ben rolled away from the gushing crater and lay panting on his back.
"Shit," Roy sneered, "you didn't get to fuck her either."
Now that Trudy had been brought to a cunt eating orgasm, she no longer wanted to tease and torment the boys. Their cocks weren't much compared to Chuck's, or Tom's or Mr. Lamb's enormous prongs, but they would have to do. She had to have relief from her awakened personal monster.
"You ready?" She looked over to Roy.
His eyes widened in surprise and a smile split his face. "Hell, yes!" He leaped over Ben and positioned himself between Trudy's silken thighs, his smallish cock hard and upraised. "How do I put it in?" He was trying to see where to stick it yet he didn't want to leave her warm, perspiration-covered body.
"I'll do it." Trudy drew his head upwards and offered one fine, but tumultuous tit for his mouth. "You suck."
Roy mouthed the lustrous hillock and allowed her to centre his impatient cock.
Trudy ran his throbbing wee prick up and down her drooling, wanting burrow, then placed it dead centre. "Push!" she breathed.
"All right!"
Trudy felt his iron-hard, singeing tool slide into her slippery ardent channel.
"Wwwooowwww!" Roy quivered and began driving his lithe hips in and out of her at a frenzied pace.
"Ho!" Trudy gripped his shoulders, stopping him. "Take it easy."
"What's wrong?" he asked huskily, his face pushed.
"Nothing," Trudy smiled. "Just go slow. It's better."
"Yeah, OK!" He grinned, gulped in the sugar tit again and resumed stroking it in and out slowly and steadily.
Trudy liked it. She wriggled her pleasure-giving cunt around his plunges.
"Oh yeeeaaahhhh!" he moaned from around her hardened breast nipple. "Oohh that's gggooooooddd!"
"Ummmm hummm," Trudy sighed and it was. His cock was little, but it .didn't seem to make any difference. His hard horn was ramming in and out of her oozing pussy. It was rubbing and sawing her cunt tube labyrinth, brushing against her ravenous clitty and generating delicious sparks of glorious carnal lust to cascade throughout her body. "Ohhh it's goood. It's so goooooddd!" Her arms went to his head and she mashed his tantalizing mouth into her fervent breast for more.
Roy chuckled inwardly. He was finally fucking and it was like nothing he had ever known. He drove his raging cock in and out of Trudy's salacious, bumping, swirling, boiling pussy and felt the exquisite, rapturous fuck-cum intensify.
Trudy was going to cum. Roy's stupid little cock was driving her pussy wild. She needed an inch more. A half inch more. She raised her legs and looped them around his waist and pressed her gluttonous torrid furnace into his pelvis for more. "Harder," she panted, "faster. Faster!" Roy responded with wild. frenzied bucks and plunges. His wee cock sawed against the tip of her clitty, and flung her up the stairway to orgasm heaven.
She dug her fingernails into Roy's skinny back as she worked her wild cunt fiercely against him. She panted, she gasped. Suddenly she squealed, and all the anticipated bottled-up tension flowed from her as she bumped her fervent pussy through an exquisite convulsing climax.
Roy removed his mouth from her breast in a crazed cry. "AAAHHEEI!" His wee cock thundered and belched out boiling jism.
Trudy allowed him to lie on her until his prick was drained and softened. Then she rubbed his head. "All right, Roy, you can get off now. You're a man!"
Roy grinned, then sighed. "Lord, I don't want to. God, I've never felt anything so good." But he did crawl off. Ben was waiting.
"My turn." He didn't order, .he was beg-asking. Trudy understood.
"Of course." She held out her arms. "Come on, tiger!"
Ben wanted to fuck, yet was fearful, hesitant. He knew that something wonderful happened when you put your dick in a woman, but he didn't know what. He crawled between the ungodly hot legs of Trudy and, learning from Roy's mistakes, waited for her to put his cock in. Oh Lord! What would it feel like?
Trudy could feel his tall, skinny nervousness and deliberately rubbed her warm gentle hand down his belly on the way to his prick.
"Ohhh!" He sucked in his belly and began to tremble. Damn, but he was embarrassed. God damn. He was going to cum. Oh Lord, no. No! Her fiery soft fingers brushed his cock and pointed his volcanic prick to her raging furnace. If he only, if he could only hold back? He held his breath and forced down on his bladder muscles as if he were going to pee. The excited, tumultuous, cum-feeling retreated slightly. Then his supersensitive flagellum was at the portal of her glowing pussy, and she said, "Push, Ben! Push gently."
He eased his cock into the most mind-boggling, super hot, slippery, velvet soft, clinging and grabbing cunt he had ever known. The deeper he slid into the submissive yet cuddling, raging luxurious canal, the greater the sparkling, shining, salacious, ecstatically wonderful feeling. Her gentle sizzling pussy muscles seemed to enter and swell his cock and force the most ravenous, delicious, majestic feeling he had ever felt out of his cock, his balls and into his body, his blood, and his brain.
Ben couldn't stand such unholy bliss. He knew he would never get to stroke the precious hole, but he didn't care. He was going to cum, and he didn't care. When his pelvis mashed into her warm, wet quim, his balls, his cock, his very being exploded in one huge unbearable rapturous fuck-insanity that disintegrated his reason and floundered his body in twitching, belching, cum-jism bolts. "Ooooohhhhh ggaaaawwwwddddd!" he called and quivered as the hurt-bliss jism droplets spurted from his cock and filled her bewitching chalice.
Trudy understood. She didn't like it, but she understood. His cock and jism felt good in her and she wanted more, but what could she do? Ben's entry had been just enough to warm up her eager pussy and stir her personal monster. Still, what could she do?
As with Roy, she allowed him to gasp and pant on her perspiring body and waited until his jerking prick stilled and ran dry, then she kissed his cheek. "That was wonderful, Ben. You're now a man too. Let me up."
Trudy didn't give them any clothes, she felt she had given enough. She showered and rested until it was time to start dinner for Hank. By the time he walked in the door, she was ready. In fact, she was more than ready, she was horny as hell!