Chapter 10
The adults came charging out of the playhouse, screaming at each other, and the three teenagers threw themselves into the bushes. Trudy and Henry stormed past, engaged in violent argument, and disappeared into the Chase's back door. Patty signaled the twins to follow her, and they crept into the house, tiptoed down the hall, and discovered the grownups in the living room. The kids remained in the dark hallway, spying on them.
"You don't seem to see how serious this is," Henry was saying, his rugged face purple with anger. "My daughter has lost her virginity, and she's only fourteen."
"I know it's serious," Trudy said, her dark eyes snapping angrily, "but I don't think it's entirely the fault of my boys. Patty looked as if she were enjoying herself. You could hardly call it a rape."
Henry ground his teeth but made some effort to control himself. "It's getting us nowhere to argue like this," he said wearily. "Let's have a drink and try to talk calmly."
"I could certainly use a drink," said Trudy. "And I don't like to argue. I just think you're taking a very one-sided view of the situation. You make my boys out to be the villains and Patty the innocent victim. I don't think it's that simple. Didn't you say you'd had problems with her before?"
Henry sighed deeply and handed Trudy her drink. They flopped wearily onto the sofa. "Yes, I have to admit, Patty's difficult to control," he said. "Or perhaps I spoil her. Her mother used to keep her in line, but somehow I can't do it. She just defies me. I really don't know how to communicate with a girl her age."
"She needs a mother," said Trudy.
"Yes," said Henry, "and your boys need a father. They're a handful, Trudy, and I think you need help with them."
Trudy blushed. It was the first time he'd called her by her first name. "I'm sure you're right, Henry," she said, "but it would take the right kind of man. After all, their father had them for fourteen years, and he made them the undisciplined hellions they are today. I've been trying to be more strict with them, but I need time."
As the alcohol seeped warmly into his bloodstream and relaxed him, Henry found himself gawking at her breasts again. During their violent argument, one of the shoulder straps of her nightgown had slipped down,, and Trudy hadn't noticed it yet. .He hoped she wouldn't notice it. The silky blue garment had slid down the ripe round curve of her left breast, exposing the whole upper half, and was hanging precariously from one pointed pink nipple. Henry felt dizzy with lust at the sight of her great creamy tits, and he felt his cock twitching into life, his balls going warm and plumping up. Control yourself, he thought, this is no time to get a hard-on. He forced himself to look away from her delicious tits, but when he spoke again, his voice came out in a horny croak.
"I understand, Trudy," he said. "You've only had the twins a few days, and you need time to discipline them. But what do we do in the meantime? We've got a real problem with these kids. I don't want Patty pregnant."
"Why don't they just let us fuck," Jon whispered to Ron and Patty, "and let US do the worrying?"
"Right on," said Ron.
"Sshhh," said Patty, "I want to hear this."
The three teenagers crouched together in the hall, straining their ears, Patty in the middle. Ron's arm was around her, groping for a tit, and Jon was tickling gently between her legs. Patty enjoyed the gentle play,' but she was much more interested in what the adults were saying and what decision they'd come to.
"I really don't know, Henry," said Trudy. "All I can do is try to keep the boys in their room, although starting tomorrow I'll have to let them out to go to school." She looked very tired, and Henry noticed that she'd already downed her strong drink. He stood up and took the glass from her.
"Let me get you another," he said. "I'm ready, too. God knows, I need it. Sometimes this whole business of living gets to be too much. I feel like it's been out of control since my wife died."
"You've never thought of marrying again?" said Trudy.
"Oh, I've thought of it," he said, "but I never seem to have time to do anything about it. And you? Were you married only once?"
"Yes," said Trudy. "I've been alone for fourteen years. I'm like you, too busy to do anything about it."
Henry looked at her in amazement as he handed her her glass and sat down beside her again. "Fourteen years?" he said. "My God, that's a long time. I've been alone only three years, and already I get so horny-" He stopped and blushed. "Sorry about that. I mean-Well, frankly, Trudy, how could you go so long without sex?"
Trudy blushed scarlet. The answer was well-known to her-she could NOT go that long without sex, it was sheer torture. Many times in the past she'd fallen into bed with perfect strangers, many of them real creeps, just because she was too horny to resist. She blushed even deeper as she thought of her lewd behavior with Buck Stevens. "Well, Henry," she said, "It hasn't been easy."
"I'll bet," he said, taking a long drink from his glass. "I know it isn't easy for me." He saw that Trudy was blushing again, and he followed her glance to his crotch. Jesus Christ, he had an enormous cock-stand, an obscene bulge in the fly of his pants. He blushed, too. "Well," he said sheepishly, "I guess you can see for yourself."
Trudy licked her lips and stared at the tent of his fly, apparently unable to take her eyes off it. Henry caught himself gawking at her big beautiful breasts. As she leaned slightly in his direction, the nightgown finally slipped from her pointed pink nipple and wafted gently down to expose her whole tit. At the sight of that great creamy melon, gigantic and delicately veined, Henry lost control of himself.
"Oh, my God, Trudy," he said hoarsely, "let's help each other out." He reached out and gently cupped her huge hot breast. It overflowed his palm, and as he squeezed it, it went rigid and blazing, the strawberry pink nipple popping into stiff erection. Trudy gurgled sensuously in her throat and fell back limp against the sofa. She knew she should move away, go home, not act like a whore, but she just couldn't bring herself to resist. She was achingly horny, she was dying to get laid, and, moreover, this man attracted her powerfully. Buck Stevens and the other casual lovers she'd had were nothing to her but cocks, fucking machines to service her hungry body. She'd cared nothing for them personally. With Henry Chase it was different. Not only did his rugged body arouse her violently, but she liked the man-he was honest, intelligent, and good. She could love his mind as well as his body. In short, he was the kind of man she'd been looking for all her life.
Henry felt pretty much the same way about her. She had a magnificent body, that was for sure, but she was also a very nice woman, bright and warm and interesting. He wanted to ball her, but he also wanted to get to know her better. He couldn't keep his hands off her now, but he proceeded gently and kindly, not wanting to blow it. When he saw that she wasn't going to protest, he leaned down and kissed the hot firm flesh of her big tit, then gently tongued the rigid pink nipple. He felt it quivering under his tongue, and Trudy moaned huskily.
"Oh, Henry," she said, her eyelids fluttering, "I don't want you to think badly of me. It's just that I'm attracted to you, and it's been so long...."
Around the corner, the twins exchanged quizzical looks. "So long?" In the last two days she'd balled Buck Stevens twice and the twins a couple of times, too. She was a lot of woman, they concluded.
"No need to explain," said Henry. "You don't have to justify yourself to me, Trudy. You're a normal woman, with normal desires, and that pleases me enormously. I want you, Trudy. Oh, Jesus, how I want you...."
He eased her down on the couch and began kissing and sucking her breasts hungrily. Each of the big creamy globes seemed as big as his skull. He'd never played with tits so big, so firm and perfectly shaped. They wobbled and quivered under his touch, adding to his excitement. Groaning, he lay down on her and rubbed the rigid line of his erect cock against the soft mound of her pussy fur. Trudy moaned huskily and writhed homily beneath him, rubbing her eager pussy against his iron-hard cock. She felt red-hot pussy juice steaming from her cunt, and that reminded her that she wasn't wearing any panties. Oh, dear, what will he think of me? She felt ashamed of her behavior, but she just couldn't stop. All she could think of was getting his hard cock inside her cunt.
Henry moaned and began fumbling with her nightgown, pushing it up to her waist and exposing the chestnut patch of her mons fur. He buried his face in it and kissed her there. Trudy completely lost control of herself. With a crazy growl of lust, she pushed him off her, got to her knees, and began tugging at the zipper of his pants. While Henry gawked in amazement at the transformation of this cool, reserved woman, she unzipped his fly and tugged his pants down. His rigid cock popped free of its confinement, standing straight up and dribbling hot sticky cream.
Trudy stared at it, surprised and delighted. His cock was huge, bigger even than Buck Stevens', and enormously thick and hard. It was a dream cock, the impossibly big penis she needed to fully stuff and ream her ever-hungry cunt. She could hardly believe her good fortune. She went down on him ravenously, sucking his enormous hot prick all the way into her mouth and halfway down her throat, gurgling and growling as she began to suck his dick fast and hard.
"Oh, Christ, YES," Henry moaned. "Eat my cock, Trudy. Blow me. Jesus, that's good...."
The spying teenagers could only hear the action, not see it. At Henry's words they exchanged startled looks. Grownups were sure hard to figure out. Just a moment ago their mother and father had been yelling at each other, and now they seemed to be making love. The kids just had to risk getting closer to the action so they could watch. They crept on hands and knees into the living room and concealed themselves behind chairs. Henry and Trudy were far too absorbed in their own pleasure to notice the three pairs of bright eyes which observed them. Henry was leaning back on the couch, his eyes closed, his rugged features a perfect picture of sensual bliss. He moaned and gasped as Trudy's glossy head bounced up and down in his lap. The kids could see his huge white cock zipping in and out of her drooling mouth, gleaming brightly with her saliva. With each deep probe it filled her throat. The three teenagers didn't dare even whisper to each other, but they exchanged wondering glances. Henry's cock was mammoth, and it seemed a miracle that Trudy could take it all in without choking.
In fact she felt no discomfort or repulsion at all. She was wild for this man and enjoyed every kinky way of giving him pleasure. His huge dick tasted delicious to her, and every time it slid down her throat she felt hot excitement and her cunt creamed heavily. Henry at last managed to move into a position where he could touch her, and Trudy gurgled lustily as she felt his stiff little finger wriggling into her tiny asshole. To her surprise, it felt great to be probed there. He worked his finger swiftly in and out of her tight rectum, like a miniature cock, and Trudy's aroused pussy spat a flood of steamy juice that ran down her thighs and pooled on the couch. He thrust his finger in to the hilt, and she moaned hoarsely with delight.
Henry felt her steamy saliva running down the shaft of his cock, felt the delicious squeezing and milking action of her strong throat muscles all around his thick meat, and he knew that he'd shoot his load soon if she didn't stop. He was tempted, but that could come later, another time. What he wanted now was to ball her, to make her crazy with pleasure. "Trudy," he said dizzily, "better stop sucking my dick. I might cum."
Trudy raised her head, and his gigantic slippery cock popped rigidly from her mouth, drenched with her saliva. "I don't mind, Henry," she said breathlessly. "You can cum in my mouth if you want. Whatever you like best, well do it."
Henry's brain reeled. He couldn't believe his incredible luck. Not only was Trudy fantastically stacked, she was ready to become his sexual slave, doing any weird thing he wanted. A number of wild ideas popped into his head right away, but he dismissed them. For their first encounter, he wanted Trudy to have as much fun as he did, and he wanted to prove that even in a plain old-fashioned fuck he could give her what she needed.
He smiled and shook his head. "That's beautiful of you, Trudy, but this time I just want to ball. Is that all right with you?"
"Oh, God, yes," said Trudy hungrily.
She sank down on her back and flung her legs wide open for him, draping one over the back of the sofa and letting the other slip to the floor. She was obscenely, shamelessly exposed, and Henry gawked delightedly at her wet scarlet snatch with its bushy fringe of dark hair. Her small clit was rigid and wet with arousal, her labia rosy and puffed, and the dark mouth of her cunt drooled a steady stream of thick white juice. Never had he seen a woman so hot and horny. He welcomed it. Though he'd loved his late wife dearly, she hadn't been much in bed, just lying there limp and submissive while he balled her, doing her duty, not getting anything out of it. Secretly he'd dreamed of having a woman who responded wildly and shamelessly to his love-making, and when he saw the eager sensual leer on Trudy's handsome face, he knew he'd found his dream woman.
"Oh, hurry, Henry, hurry," she said huskily. "I want you so much...."
He grinned and crawled between her wide-flung legs, seized the purple head of his rigid prick, and w-edged it into the dripping, hair-fringed hole of her cuntal mouth. Blazing heat and mushy wetness greeted him even before he penetrated her. He shivered excitedly and began to thrust his huge cock into her very slowly, prolonging the pleasure. As his thick meat gradually stuffed her boiling hungry cunt, Trudy began a shrill prolonged wail of pleasure. Blindly she reached out for him, digging her nails into his broad shoulders. She threw her head back, her teeth gleaming and her eyes rolling crazily, and Henry felt a veritable deluge of blazing pussy juice all around his advancing cock.
"Ahhhh, GOD," shrieked Trudy, "I love it. I love your cock inside me, Henry. Do it to me hard ... fast ... Oh, OOHHHH."
Henry could hardly help but obey. Every powerful instinct of his body urged him to ball her furiously, without mercy. He took a deep breath and began to pound his huge hard dick in her mushy hot fuck passage, slamming it brutally in and out of her, ramming her womb. Their bellies met with a loud smack, and his bristly balls wagged and bounced harshly against her broad cushiony ass with each maddened thrust. The friction was tremendous, and soon his swollen meat felt as red-hot as the clinging, writhing walls of her soaked vagina. He couldn't hold himself back, kept fucking her harder and harder, till her abundant cream splattered out onto his belly. He thought he must be hurting her-but, no, she loved it. She jerked and slammed her hot pussy in perfect time to his strokes, wanting all the brutal friction she could get, and she steadily wailed and screeched her pleasure.
"Yes, yesss," she sobbed, "give it to me, Henry. Oh, God, it's good. The best. Keep it in me, darling, really fuck me...."
To her surprise, Trudy didn't even feel ashamed of her words. They seemed natural and good to her. She felt safe and right with Henry, as she had never felt before with a man. She trusted him, besides, he was far and away the best lover she'd ever had. He seemed to have been specially designed for her needs, giving her the unrelenting savage fucking she'd always craved. In a matter of seconds he brought her to a howling climax, and after that she came again and again till she almost fainted with joy.
Henry held out as long as he could, wanting to bring her off at least a dozen times, but at last the fierce heat and sweet clinging of her cunt proved too much for him. He howled with pleasure and began shooting his load. When Trudy felt the first hot sting of his cum, she grinned, sat up, and whipped his squirting cock out of her steaming cunt, then thrust it into her mouth. While Henry watched in amazement and delight, she grinned naughtily and took a huge mouthful of his cum, rolling it around on her taste buds and gurgling happily before she swallowed it. She repeated the action again and again, while he helplessly came in the juicy nest of her mouth, till at last his prick was limp and exhausted. Even then she didn't let it go, but sat there holding it in her mouth and grinning wickedly at him. Henry leered back at her.
They were startled by a sudden burst of applause.
"Fantastic," said Ron. "Best fuck I ever saw."
"You folks ought to go into the movies," said Jon.
"Honestly, Daddy," said Patty, "I didn't know grownups could do it so well."
Trudy's mouth fell open, and Henry's limp, steamy meat slipped out to splat onto his thigh. The adults gawked at the grinning teenagers who stood not a yard away. Trudy and Henry struggled to speak, but no words came out. Slowly their faces turned beet red. My God, they'd forgotten all about the kids. How much had they seen?
"Uh, been here long?" Henry said at last.
"The whole time," said Patty proudly. "It was really cool to watch."
"Oh, Jesus," said Henry. "I thought we told you to go to your rooms."
"We heard you two arguing," said Jon, "and we were worried. We wanted to make sure nobody got hurt. But by the time we caught up with you, you were doing something else."
"And you stayed to watch," Trudy said numbly. "What in the world possessed you to do such a wicked thing?"
"Aw, come off it, Mom," said Ron. "Don't be a hypocrite. I mean, shit, you just chewed us out for balling, and now you guys are doing it. It's not fair. You can't have it both ways."
"Yeah," said Jon, "why should grownups have all the rights, all the fun? We have the same needs you do. If you can make love, why can't we?"
Henry shook his head wonderingly. "Maybe we are being unfair and hypocritical," he said. "I certainly understand how you kids feel. I'm just worried about Patty getting pregnant, that's all."
"Oh, Daddy, that's no problem," said Patty. "Just let me take the PhD."
"That would be a solution," said Trudy, "but we really wonder if you kids are emotionally ready for this sort of thing. You're so young."
The three youngsters snorted with contempt.
"We'll show you how ready we are," said Jon. "We're not only ready, we're going to join you."
He started taking off his clothes, and Patty and Ron quickly followed suit.