Chapter 1
"Damn," muttered Trudy Worth as the 707 made its descent over Los Angeles, "damn, damn it all."
"I beg your pardon?" said the woman next to her.
Trudy blushed. She hadn't been aware that she was speaking her thoughts aloud. "Oh," she said lamely, "I just discovered a run in my stocking. Fine time for that to happen."
The woman smiled sympathetically, and Trudy turned away to look out the window at the smog-sheathed city. She hadn't wanted to come back here, hadn't wanted to interrupt her thriving career as a news reporter in New York. Above all, she did not want the burdens of motherhood. At forty she felt far too old and set in her ways for so abrupt a change. Yet there was nothing she could do to avoid it. Fourteen years earlier Trudy had divorced her husband, a dull man named Howard, leaving their twin sons with him so she could pursue her career. Now Howard was dead, and Trudy had to take the sons she hadn't seen in over a decade. She was very unhappy about it, but there was no one else to care for her boys.
Marriage and motherhood-the ideas seemed so foreign to her. Since her divorce, Trudy had scarcely dated any men, let alone thought of remarrying. She lived a solitary, independent life. That isn't to say that she never thought about sex or never needed it-on the contrary. It seemed to Trudy that her sexual needs grew stronger and more persistent with each passing year. This year, her fortieth, was the worst of all. She couldn't get to sleep at night till she'd relieved the nagging lust with her own hand, and although she was ashamed of masturbating, it was still better, she believed, than complicating her life with a love affair. Men had no place in her free-wheeling, adventurous life; they only held her back, took up too much of her time and energy. She had hoped to be free of traditional female responsibilities forever, but now this blow had come, Howard's death, saddling her with the care of twin teenage boys.
"Fuck," said Trudy.
"Oh, dear," said her fellow passenger, "don't take on like that. If it bothers you so much, I can lend you a pair of stockings."
Trudy stared at her, momentarily forgetting the lie she'd just told. "Oh," she said at last, "that's all right. I have another pair in my bag. I guess I'm just in a rotten mood."
"Well, traveling upsets everybody," said the woman. "Thank goodness we're landing now."
Trudy didn't share her relief. She had only a few hours of freedom left now. She left the plane, rented a car, and began the drive to the Los Angeles suburb where the twins were being cared for by a neighbor. As she drove, she recalled her long-ago marriage and wondered what had ever possessed her to marry in the first place. It was the only big mistake she'd ever made.
Trudy had been raised on a farm, remote from the nearest town, and had grown up without the company of other children. Only when she went away to college to become a teacher did she spend much time with her peers. Thus she was eighteen when she was exposed to the opposite sex for the first time. Boys both fascinated and frightened her. She didn't know how to act around them, but she felt a strange attraction to them which was very hard to resist. Sometimes, sitting in class, she would look at a handsome boy and feel an odd melting sensation in her loins, and the crotch of her panties would grow wet with her pussy juices. She didn't understand that this was sexual need. She hadn't even masturbated before, had never even been kissed. She didn't understand any of this until she met Howard.
Howard Worth was the same age as Trudy and was also studying to be a teacher. They became acquainted in their senior year of college, when both of them were twenty-two. Howard didn't scare Trudy like the other boys did. He seemed quite gentle and harmless, a tall, awkward man with thick horn-rimmed glasses who spoke barely above a whisper. Looking back, Trudy realized that Howard was more dangerous than all the other men, if only because he lulled her fears and was able to get close to her. Yet the process was so slow and gradual that she'd never felt any alarm.
Howard began by buying her lunch, then taking her to the movies, and before long Trudy was asking him up to her apartment after their dates. That was when the necking began. When they had been dating several weeks, it seemed only right that she should let Howard kiss her, and the kissing led to other things. Trudy could remember vividly how excited it made her when Howard used his tongue in her mouth, when he embraced her and made her big breasts go flat against his chest, when his thin hands wandered all over her body. She'd been easy then, because she was so dumb and innocent. She'd also been very horny. Everything Howard did to her seemed an incredible turn-on, although years later she realized that he was a lousy lover. When she was twenty-two, she simply hadn't known any better. She just followed the instincts of her body, instincts too powerful to resist.
One night she and Howard came back to her apartment after seeing a very sexy foreign movie which had gotten both of them hot. The kissing and fondling began almost at once, but this time it seemed more exciting than ever. Held tightly in Howard's arms, feeling his hands brush timidly over her breasts, Trudy almost fainted with lust. Her belly seemed to be on fire and her vagina leaked steady streams of hot cream, soaking the crotch of her panties. She didn't recognize this as a simple need to be fucked. She thought she was in love with Howard.
Presently Howard grew bold, bolder than he'd even been before, and started to unbutton her blouse. Trudy knew this was wrong, but she said nothing. She wanted him to do it, wicked or not. Her heart pounded as his thin fingers fumbled with the buttons, and when he stared admiringly at her white D-cup bra, she was actually proud. One thing she'd learned since coming to college was that she had exceptionally large breasts and that this fascinated boys. She was glad that she had something to attract Howard with. She discounted the beauty of her pert sun-tanned face, her glossy chestnut hair, and her long shapely legs. She felt rather homely, in fact, except for her tits. She could tell by the flushed, gawking expression on Howard's face that her breasts were really extraordinary.
"My goodness," he said awkwardly, "I had no idea you had such large-uh-" He broke off in embarrassment, and Trudy said nothing. She knew quite well what he meant, but she only smiled. Encouraged by her smile, he reached behind her, and Trudy felt his sweaty hands fumbling with the hook of her bra.
Again her conscience told her that it wasn't right for him to do that, and again her body answered that she wanted him to do it anyway. In the heat of her lust, she seemed totally without moral scruples. She sat there flushed and panting while Howard worked at the tight clasp, and at last he succeeded in unhooking her bra and drawing it off along with her blouse. Naked above the waist, free of restraint, Trudy gave a long sigh. Her great long melon-shaped breasts flowed heavily out of their confinement, pale and blue-veined and wonderfully ripe. Howard's eyes glittered behind his thick glasses. He stared and stared at her pale mountainous tits, for what seemed like minutes on end. Trudy was glad he was pleased, but she began to wonder if he was going to do anything else besides stare.
"Oh, wow," he said at last. "Wow."
Trudy almost laughed. It seemed ludicrous to get so excited over a pair of tits. She'd seen them every day for years when she took her bath, and she saw nothing to get excited about. What Trudy didn't understand was that her huge full, firm breasts were like something out of a horny adolescent fantasy. Howard, and millions of boys like him, had day-dreamed for years of fondling a pair of boobs like hers, enormously large and full and tight, each breast' as big as his head, great fistfuls of creamy soft tit flesh. Howard gawked blissfully at her ripe pale jugs with their big pretty pink nipples, hardly able to believe his luck. He'd known, of course, that Trudy was stacked, but she always wore such demure and bulky clothes that he'd had no idea her tits were that big. It was fantastic, like discovering a gold mine in your own yard.
At last he summoned the courage to reach out and place his sweaty nervous hands on her breasts. Trudy flinched a little and blushed-it was the first time a boy had ever touched her tits-but she didn't move away. She found his touch very exciting. Her cunt spat out another flood of cream and she felt it soaking right through her panties and into her skirt. Ordinarily she would have been embarrassed by this, but now she paid no attention. She was absorbed in Howard's clumsy fondling of her virginal breasts.
He blinked, sighed, and blushed as he increased the pressure of his hands on her soft hot flesh, gently squeezing and releasing the great doughy mounds of her tits. He eased his thumbs over the big strawberry-pink nipples and began to rub them hesitantly. The effect on Trudy was instant and sharp. She discovered that her nipples were extraordinarily sensitive to erotic stimulation. As Howard rubbed his thumbs back and forth over her nipples, a keen sensation of pleasure rippled through her whole body, and again her vagina gave a violent contraction and flooded out its juices. The back of her skirt was soaked now, and still more cream came running out as Howard played with her breasts. He and Trudy stared, mesmerized, as her bright pink nipples rose and swelled under his caressing thumbs, growing long and pointed and bumpy. When they were erect, they felt even more sensitive.
"Oh, my God, Howard," she said huskily, "that feels so good...."
Howard moaned and slumped forward, his weight pushing Trudy down on the sofa. She gasped, then gasped again as she felt something deliciously hot and wet and slick closing over her right nipple. Looking down, she saw that Howard was sucking her nipple like a baby, making a wet slurping noise, mouthing the bumpy flesh feverishly. At first she thought this was rather silly and naughty, but it felt so good that she soon decided not to protest. My God, it felt good. She sighed and relaxed, letting Howard lie warm and heavy on top of her, allowing him to suck her nipple until her whole lush body quivered with hot lust. He moved to the left nipple and sucked it, too, till Trudy was writhing and moaning with horniness. Still in her innocence, she didn't realize where all this was leading. She didn't understand that her hotly creaming pussy, her moans, her dizziness, signified the very basic need to be balled. She only knew that she was having incredible fun with Howard and that she didn't want it to stop.
After a very long time Howard raised his head from her huge heaving breasts. His hair was tousled, his glasses crooked on his nose, and her rosy nipples were wet with his saliva. He had a very strange expression on his face, a feverish boldness she'd never seen before. Always he was so timid and gentle and meek. He seemed like a stranger now, yet Trudy wasn't afraid. She felt bold and hot, too, She wondered what delicious thing he'd do to her next. At twenty-two, a virgin who hadn't even been kissed before, she hadn't the faintest idea what men and women did together, what lovemaking was all about, but she was eager to learn.
Seeing no sign of alarm or rejection on her face, Howard rose off her body, and kneeling beside her, very slowly slid his hands under her short skirt and up her creamy smooth thighs. Trudy waited, fascinated, to see what he intended. She felt his sweaty fingers brushing the pubic curls around the leg band of her panties, then easing farther up, till he had the waistband in his grasp. He looked at her intently, as if seeking the answer to some question, but Trudy didn't know what to say. She didn't know what he wanted. So she only smiled. Howard grinned happily and began to pull down her panties. For the third time her conscience shrieked a shrill No, but Trudy ignored it. Perhaps Howard was doing something slightly naughty, but she didn't care. She was having too much fun.
He tugged her soaked panties all the way down over her feet and tossed them onto the floor. Then he began to raise her skirt. Trudy felt pretty embarrassed to have him looking at her bare pelvis, especially at the small reddish-brown triangle of mons fur at the base of her belly. No one, not even her mother, had seen that part of her before. She felt she should tell him to stop, but she was too excited, too eager to learn what he was going to do next. She had waited twenty-two years to learn the mysteries and pleasures of sex, and she didn't intend to lose this chance. She closed her eyes and waited.
Howard raised her skirt to her waist and tucked it there, keeping it out of the way. Nothing happened for a long moment, and Trudy knew he was staring at her mons fluff. That embarrassed her, but if it pleased him, if it turned him on, then it was okay. She wanted him to have as much fun as she was having. Finally the sofa creaked under her as Howard moved, and she felt his hot moist breath on her belly. He buried his flushed sweaty face in her springy patch of mons curls, and even though she found this rather obscene and kinky, it felt nice. His fingers snuck through the fluffy curls, and she felt him gently prying apart the fleshy lips of her mons to uncover the tiny bright red bud of her clit. She was aware that her clitoris existed, for sometimes when washing herself she would accidentally touch it and feel a sharp sensation of pleasure. She just wasn't sure what that funny little red bump was for.
She soon found out. The small sensitive bud was teased with Howard's hot moist breath, and then he touched it with the very tip of his tongue, tickling and teasing it. "OH, GOD," moaned Trudy. Her body arched up sharply to meet his stiff tongue tip, her pussy gushed rivers of hot cream. The sharpest pleasure of her life shot through her pelvis, making her more violently horny than she'd dreamed possible. She realized now what her clit was for. It was the pleasure center of her body, the most sensitive organ she possessed. A man's touch there would instantly arouse her, making her wild to fuck. Howard proved this with his tongue. He eased his rough wet stiff tongue tip down along the slick shaft of her clit, circling and caressing the quivering little bud, until Trudy whimpered and writhed with pleasure. Her pussy juices poured out to puddle on the sofa, and she began to work her hips back and forth, matching the steady rhythm of his busy tongue. The pleasure was dizzying, making her almost faint with joy. If this was sex, she wanted a lot more of it, as much as she could get.
"Open your legs wider," Howard panted.
Trudy obeyed instantly, and she felt his tousled hair tickling her inner thighs as he dipped his head even lower. His tongue raced hot and slick down from her erect throbbing clit through the tender pink folds of her labia, snaking wickedly into the flooded mouth of her virgin vagina. She felt his stiff tongue tickling and worming its way steadily into her narrow hot cunt, and she wailed with pleasure. Faintly she heard her conscience telling her that this, too, was evil and wrong, but she couldn't bear to have him stop. She flung her legs as far apart as she could, letting one of them fall off the edge of the sofa and throwing the other up over the back, exposing her scarlet slit lewdly to the panting boy. Howard responded by planting his wet lips on the gushing mouth of her little cunt and sucking loudly, lewdly, eating her juices. Trudy screamed shrilly as violent pleasure rocked her lush young body. She had never dreamed that such joy could exist. She prayed that Howard would go on eating her, it felt so good, but then, to her great disappointment, he raised his head from her crotch.
Trudy blinked and looked up at him. He still had that feverish bold look on his face, and now his glasses were steamed over, his mouth and cheeks wet and sticky with her cream. He was grinning crazily, all his reserve and timidity gone. As Trudy watched, wide-eyed, he drew off his shirt, revealing a pale, narrow, hairless chest, and then began unbuckling his belt. Trudy swallowed hard in her excitement. She'd never seen a naked man before and had only the vaguest idea what male genitals looked like. She was eager to find out. As Howard lowered his pants, she watched intently, and what she saw was an enormous bulge in his Jockey shorts. These, too, he tugged down, with some difficulty, and out popped his long hard pale white cock, his hair-covered balls wagging behind it.
Trudy stared without shame. So that was how it looked. She hadn't expected it to be so big, so fat, so-well, ugly. The shaft was wormy-white with a tracery of small blue veins, and the circumcised tip was a vivid purple, fat and slick, with a tiny dark hole at the very end from which dribbled sticky white cream. His balls seemed hugely swollen, like great ripe sacs covered with bristly dark hair. For the first time, Trudy felt a little frightened. What if he tried to put that enormous thing into her body? Surely it would tear her in half.
Years later Trudy knew that in reality Howard had quite a small penis. That night, however, she'd thought it was monstrously large because she'd never seen another to compare it with. She stared and stared at it, while Howard grinned at her, obviously pleased with her admiration. Then, while she was still gawking at his erect pale prick, he knelt between her legs and touched the sticky wet head of his prick to the tiny soaked mouth of her virgin cunt.
"Howard, wait," she said, suddenly frightened.
"No," he moaned, lowering himself onto her, "let's do it. Oh, Jesus, I have to have it now. I can't wait." His hot sweaty naked body pressed against her, flattening her huge quivering tits, and she felt the sharp hard head of his erect cock poking insistently around her tender vulva. My God, she thought, this is it. He's going to do it to me.
She hadn't really intended to lose her virginity that night. She'd had vague ideas that a girl ought to save it for marriage. She was afraid it would hurt. None of these things held her back, however, because suddenly she was overcome with a lust so powerful that she didn't give a damn about anything else. She just had to find out what fucking was like, and every cell of her horny young body urged her to go all the way, to satisfy that strange urge which gripped her and made her cunt cream crazily. She kept her legs wide open, and Howard managed at last to find her tiny cunt mouth. She felt the fat pressure as his hard cock entered her and slowly pushed up her vagina, filling her with his hot swollen meat.
There was no pain, no fright, only the keenest pleasure she'd ever experienced. She was so horny, so soaked with cream, that even her very first fuck didn't hurt. His bloated dick felt marvelous in her hungry little hole, and as he pushed it in all the way to his balls, Trudy wailed her pleasure and embraced him tightly, slamming her hips against his.
"Oh, yes, Howard," she shrieked, "yes, it feels so good. Do it to me, do it to me. Oh, God, YES."
Howard was too excited to be gentle. He began working his fat cock back and forth in her juicy little hole very fast and violently. He panted loudly and moaned and whinnied as he dug and sawed in her wonderfully tight little cunt. His shaggy balls slapped sharply against her ass as he balled her, and even that bristly contact aroused her. Trudy arched her body up to meet his, and before a minute had passed she gave a shrill scream as she experienced her very first orgasm. She'd read a few books and knew what it was, but she'd never dreamed it could feel so good. There was no other joy to compare with it. She wailed and humped and convulsed as the powerful pleasure rocked her body. Howard was only seconds behind her. She heard him yelp, felt his hips begin to move with blinding speed, and then her womb was bathed in a heavy hot flood of cum. It occurred to her that she might get pregnant, but in her blissful climax she didn't care.
After that, Howard wouldn't leave her alone, nor did she want him to. All they could think about was fucking, and they did it several times a day. There was barely any time left for studying, but somehow they managed to graduate and earn their teaching certificates. Bound together by lust, they couldn't stand to be separated, and so they got married right after graduation. Trudy followed Howard to his first job, in Los Angeles, giving up her own career plans to be with him. Being a housewife bored her, however, and she was thinking seriously of going to work until she discovered that she was pregnant. When she was twenty-six she gave birth to identical twin sons, Ron and Jon. Before the babies were a year old she realized several things-that being a wife and mother bored her shitless, that she wasn't in love with Howard, and that she wanted to be free to pursue a career. Her marriage had been a terrible mistake. All she and Howard had in common was sexual attraction, and that was wearing off quickly. He agreed to a divorce, agreed to keep the children, and Trudy was free. She left L.A. and didn't return there for fourteen years.
Now Howard was dead of a heart attack, and her whole life was changed. Her sons were her responsibility, whether she liked it or not, and she definitely didn't like it.