Chapter 12
After leaving the clinic, Randy wondered just what he ought to do. His conscience told him to go to his boss and report everything, but he didn't want to lose his job, and if Miss Lane kept her promise, noqody would know about the scandal anyway. He decided to play it cool, to hope that Miss Lane could persuade the doctor not to report the incident. He delivered the rest of the groceries on his route, then headed for home. He was only halfway there, however, when he found himself taking a detour in the direction of Trudy's house. The doctor had interrupted his delicious session with Dora, and he hadn't cum. His young cock was still stiff with need. He prayed that Trudy would be home alone and would take care of him.
It was growing dark as he parked his bike in the alley behind Trudy's house and crept up to peer in the windows. He couldn't see any car in the driveway, but that didn't tell him much, because the garage door was closed. Her husband just might be home, and Randy wanted to be sure of this before he went in. He peeked into the kitchen and saw no one. Then he circled around to the side of the house and peered into the bedroom window. He saw plenty.
Trudy was in the bedroom with a man he'd never seen before. He knew it wasn't her husband Willis. This man was a blonde giant, an incredibly muscular guy with modishly long blonde hair and beard. Apparently he and Trudy had just entered the room, for she was closing the door and locking it. The blonde guy was eyeing her lovely plump buttocks and grinning. Trudy was wearing tight slacks and a red sweater that clung to her body and boldly outlined her enormous, firm breasts. She looked delicious, and Randy felt his small cock twitch with excitement. He was worried, though. What was Trudy doing in a locked bedroom with this strange man? Was it possible that she had another lover besides Randy? He felt miserable and angry at the thought. He wanted to pound on the window and demand an explanation. His common sense told him to wait, however, and find out just exactly what was going on.
Trudy turned to the man and smiled invitingly. She held out her arms, and the big guy stepped forward and gathered her up, kissing her passionately. Her head was bent far back because of the man's superior height, and from the busy working of her jaw muscles Randy could tell that she was sticking her tongue in the guy's mouth. His huge hands found her big ripe breasts and began squeezing them possessively. Trudy wriggled lustily and pressed closer to the blonde giant. Randy turned purple with jealousy.
They broke the kiss, and for the first time since entering the room, they spoke. Randy could hear them distinctly because the bedroom window was open a little. "Listen," the man said in a deep, pleasant voice, "you sure this is safe? Your husband and kids won't walk in on us?"
"Don't worry about it, Nick," said Trudy. "My husband is out of town, my son is staying with a friend, and my daughter is in her room studying. I told her I was taking a nap and not to disturb me. Everything is cool."
"That's great," Nick said, grinning, "because I want you so badly, I'm almost cumming right now."
Trudy grinned without shame and began to unzip her pants. "I can hardly wait," she said. "The minute I saw you, I got horny."
"The feeling was mutual, baby," said Nick, unbuckling his belt.
Randy was angry enough to kill, but something held him back, kept him a silent observer of the scene in the bedroom. Perhaps it was the knowledge that the powerful Nick could squash him like a bug if he caused any trouble, or perhaps it was the fear that Trudy would laugh at him if he offered himself as a substitute for Nick. Miserably,
Randy knew he didn't stand a chance of breaking up this adult affair. Why, then, was he torturing himself by watching? It was because he had only one hope left, the hope that Nick would fail to please Trudy, that she would come back to Randy. It was a dim hope, but he wanted to find out.
Trudy and Nick had their clothes off in record time, and for a moment they stared at each other in delight, admiring each other's superb bodies. Randy's heart sank. Nick was a perfect specimen of adult male, heavily muscled, tall, handsome, and tan. His broad chest was matted with thick golden hair, and Trudy was clearly turned on by it. Poor Randy didn't have a single hair on his thin chest. Worst of all, Nick seemed to have the biggest cock in the Western Hemisphere, perhaps in the whole world. Randy had never dreamed a prick could be that long and thick. It was a good ten inches at least, and so thick that he wondered how Trudy would be able to take it into her body. Trudy obviously wasn't worried about it-she grinned delightedly as she studied Nick's huge stiff tool and his swollen golden-fuzzed balls.
"Wow," she said, "are you ever hung."
Nick grinned proudly. "You're not so bad yourself, sweetheart," he said. "I never saw a bigger, nicer pair of jugs. But let's not just stand here and admire each other. Let's ball."
"Let's," said Trudy, giggling excitedly.
Nick held out his powerful arms, and Trudy leaped into them, springing right off the floor. She landed with her long shapely legs wrapped around his waist, and Nick slipped his huge paws under her big creamy buttocks. She was a big lush woman, but he maneuvered her easily, lifting her ass and letting her down again on the gigantic impalement of his erect meat. The swollen purple glans popped into her wet hair-fringed little cunt, and Trudy gasped loudly as the thick penis slowly fought its way into her narrow vagina. Her eyes widened, and she seemed to be getting stuffed so full that she could hardly breathe.
"OH, OHHH," she panted, "Oh, my God, It's HUGE!"
Nick chuckled. "Not too big for you, is it?"
She grinned naughtily. "Are you kidding? It's great. I've been waiting for a dick like this all my life."
It seemed to take a very long time, the fit was so tight, but he finally managed to get his huge cock all the way into her, till Randy could see nothing but his enormous swollen balls. Trudy's eyes rolled crazily as he penetrated her, her lovely face a grimace of sensual pleasure. Her cream flooded around his shaft, soaking his bristly testicles and dripping to the floor. She dug her nails into his shoulders and whimpered shrilly.
"Ahhh, God, that's wonderful," she sighed. "Bail me now, Nick. Give it to me really hard."
"That's just what I had in mind, baby," he said.
Carrying her effortlessly, he walked over to the bed and gently let her down on it, till she rested on her back, her legs still wrapped tightly around his waist. He took her legs and unwound them, lifting them up to rest on his powerful shoulders. This way Trudy's thighs were opened very wide, and
Randy could see just the base of Nick's enormously fat pale cock stretching her tiny wet hole. He seemed far too large for her, but Trudy wasn't in pain. She was grinning lewdly at him, obviously delighted with her new lover. "Hurry, hurry," she said.
Nick's hips began to jerk, and his incredibly long cock began to fly in and out of her cunt so fast that Randy was dazzled by its speed. Her cream splattered out with each powerful thrust, wetting Nick's taut belly, and her lush body shook with the violence of his fucking, her big creamy tits jiggling like jello. Randy thought the action would be too rough for her, but she seemed more turned on than ever. She howled with pleasure and began to jerk her whole pelvis in time to Nick's thunderous strokes, taking his heavy meat right up to her womb.
"Oh, my God, that's good," she wailed. "I love it, Nick, I love it. Don't ever stop. Oh, Christ, YES!"
Trudy felt she had never been happier. At last she'd found the lover of her dreams. She'd been shopping that day and had happened to pass a construction site, where Nick, one of the workers, had whistled loudly at her. Boldly, Trudy had invited him to come home with her. She'd been a little frightened and shocked at her action, but now she knew she'd done the right thing. Nick was a man who could keep her satisfied, who could make up for Willis' inept lovemaking. She wouldn't need anyone else from now on. Certainly she wouldn't need poor little Randy, whose adolescent prick just wasn't big enough to take care of her mature needs. She didn't look forward to telling Randy the bad news, but she wasn't concerned with that now. She knew nothing but the blinding pleasure of having her hungry little pussy brutally raped by Nick's gigantic prick.
She began to cum, and in her ecstasy she threw her long legs high in the air, opening her belly completely to his jabbing meat. She screamed with delight, and her body shook violently in the spasms of her climax. Nick, an experienced lover, managed to hold off his own pleasure till he had fucked her half crazy, making her cum again and again, till she lost count. In her excitement she screamed obscenities, writhed, yelped, and begged for more. Nick had a triumphant grin on his face, as would any man could manage, to provoke such a wild response from a beautiful woman like Trudy.
"Oh, my God, Nick," she sighed at last, "you've fucked me raw. I just can't cum anymore. Get yours now, darling."
"I believe I will," said Nick.
His hips flew again, his pale prick sawed furiously in her mushy little hole, and then suddenly his eyes rolled back in his head and he gave a long drawn-out howl of pleasure. Trudy gasped happily as she felt the heavy hot flood of his cum in her belly. He pumped and pumped, till his juices overflowed her little hole and dripped onto the floor. At last he gave a deep sigh and went still, grinning down at her, glistening with sweat.
"Well, what do you think?" he asked. "Do I pass?"
"Oh, Christ, yes," sighed Trudy. "That was the best fuck I ever had."
Nick looked serious for a moment. "Look, Trudy," he said, "I know you don't want to divorce your husband and break up your family, but you will keep seeing me, won't you?"
"Of course, Nick," she said eagerly. "I want to be with you as often as I can. Every day, I hope. I can arrange it."
"And you'll be my girl from now on?" he said.
"Yes," said Trudy. "I won't need any other man."
That was too much for Randy. It had been bad enough watching the scene in the bedroom, realizing that his body was puny and his cock tiny in comparison to Trudy's new lover. It was bad enough watching another guy ball her into ecstasy. It was simply too much to hear Trudy say that from now on Nick would be her only lover, leaving Randy out in the cold. He couldn't stand it. He had to fight for his rights, had to at least try to win Trudy back. Angrily he pushed open the window and leaped into the room.
"What the hell?" said Nick. He leaped back, his limp meat slipping from Trudy's bruised little cunt. He and Randy faced each other, glaring, hands on hips.
"Trudy is MY girl," said Randy. "I won't let you take her away."
Nick snorted contemptuously. "Are you kidding? You're just a little kid. She needs a man-a real man."
Randy grew red with fury. "I'm as much a man as you are, mister," he said, "and I'm ready to prove it." He clenched his fists and moved toward Nick.
"WAIT," cried Trudy, leaping off the bed. "It's really flattering that you two should want to fight over me," she said soothingly, "but I think this problem can be solved without violence." She said gently to Randy, "It's true what Nick says. I need a grown man. I'm afraid it's over between us, Randy, but we can still be friends."
"Friends, shit," Randy said miserably. "I want to be your man, Trudy."
"I'm sorry," she said, "but that's not possible. I've made my choice. Surely you can understand, Randy-I need a man my own age. You need a girl your own age."
"Fat chance of that," said Randy. "No girl my age will go all the way. Please, Trudy, can't you have both me and him?" he was so desperate that he was even willing to share her with Nick, although he hated the guy's guts. He couldn't stand the thought of not getting laid again for years and years, till he was an adult.
Trudy saw the desperation in the boy's face, and suddenly she had an inspiration. She'd said he needed a girl his own age-and she could provide one. A conscientious mother, Trudy had been alert to the growing signs of maturity in her daughter, the girl's softly swelling hips, newly budding breasts, and her sudden intense interest in boys. Like mother, like daughter-Trudy's little girl had inherited all of her mother's deep sexual needs and instincts, and Trudy didn't think it was right that the girl should have to wait for marriage to have her needs fulfilled. She'd been hoping that the right boy would come along, and now she'd found him. Randy was mature for his age, bright, decent, and thoughtful. She couldn't possibly find a better boyfriend for her little girl.
"No, Randy," she said, smiling, "I won't let you share me with Nick. Even I don't need that much action. But I'm not going to leave you high and dry, either. I'll take care of you-or, rather, I know someone who will. Come with me for a minute." Sullenly Randy accompanied her out of the room and down the hall to another bedroom door. "You haven't met my daughter Stacy," she said, "but I'm sure you'll like her. She's thirteen, just a year younger than you, but she's-well, very mature for her age."
Trudy knocked at the door, and a sweet low voice said, "Come in." Trudy stepped inside, followed by Randy, who was blushing at this unexpected introduction. On the bed sat the most beautiful teenage girl he'd ever seen in his life. Stacy Martin was petite but enticing, with long coltish legs, pert little tits, and a mop of curly black hair. Her big brown eyes widened appreciatively when she saw the handsome blonde boy who accompanied her mother.
"Stacy," said Trudy, "I want you to meet Randy Jones, our grocery delivery boy. Randy would like to stay and talk to you for a while, if you don't mind. I'm going back to bed now and, uh, finish my nap."
"Why, of course, Mom," said Stacy. "I'd just love to get better acquainted with Randy."
Trudy left the room quietly, and the two teenagers looked shyly at each other. "Hi," said Randy.
"Hi," said Stacy. "Won't you sit down? I'm sorry there's no chair, but you can sit on the bed with me."
"Sure," said Randy eagerly.
Stacy was wearing a baby doll nightgown of filmy blue that left very little to the imagination. Randy could see the dark points of her tiny nipples and the faint fuzz of her girlish mons. She was sitting crosslegged on the bed, and he couldn't help noticing that as she studied him the crotch of her nightie grew moist.
"You know, Stacy," he said, "I think we're gonna get along just great."