Chapter 12

Morgan was up to his old tricks with the women in his life, too. He hadn't missed an opportunity to get Trudy's telephone number during the hectic incident in the hotel room. He had somehow managed to tell her that he would telephone that night as soon as the room cleared and she had assented, indicating she would taxi right home and would await the California tycoon at her small apartment.

Morgan now set out to collect the little redhead-she looked pretty sexy to him, and what the hell-he couldn't play around Los Angeles. Here in Chicago it was different. Football was fine, but a guy had to have a little fun, too.

Trudy was at home, as he had verified by the telephone call and Morgan dismissed the cab. He flung himself on the couch with a kind of paternal sigh.

"You know dear," he said like a stern advisor, "you are playing with fire when you fool around with those young athletes."

"I know," said Trudy, still not sure of Morgan's intentions. Maybe he had come all the way out to see her to lecture her about taking on practically the entire Pros team. She thought it strange, though, that he had asked for her phone number. Perhaps he was coming over now just to make sure she wouldn't say anything to anyone and to warn her to keep clear of the Pros.

"I mean, my dear," Morgan said, "athletes aren't really as much as a young girl like you might think. I mean, we older fellows have a lot more to offer a girl. Know what I mean?"

Trudy breathed a sigh of relief. He wanted to get into her pants. She could understand that. He wasn't much to look at, but he did have oodles of dough. She was flattered.

"Why, Mr. Morgan," she giggled. She was wearing a long black nightgown, barefooted with a filmy wrap around covering her opulent pink-tipped breasts. They were seated on her chaise lounge. It was a pretty tacky place, but Morgan didn't notice the dirt-he had eyes only for the pretty young nympho who didn't seem to notice how much of her sexy figure she was showing him.

Morgan caught the note of relief and willingness in her giggle. He would cinch it now with ease. "By the way," he announced abruptly, "here's a little change to sort of make up for your inconvenience tonight. After all, that Collins was pretty rough on you." He pulled out two fifty dollar bills and tossed them on the coffee table. Trudy protested weakly, but Morgan brushed aside any such remonstrance.

"Take it, my girl," he soothed. "I'll bet you have black and blue marks on your arms now from Collins' grip! Here let me see." He shoved over on the couch and took Trudy's arm. "Just as I thought," he said, and he kissed a reddened area on her white shoulder.

He also noted the deep valley between her out-thrust breasts and the quicker breathing as he touched her arm and shoulder. His hand moved slowly over the shoulder to touch the arms, brush across the erect nipples and wonder into that deep valley that somehow made her seem more mature than she really was.

Morgan circled her with his arms, slipped off his shoes and began to close the business deal. "Let me show you," he said. Trudy slipped back on the couch and opened her filmy jacket so his hands could more easily explore her body. The sheer nightgown couldn't nearly cover her young bouncy breasts and Morgan homed in like a ballistic missile carrying an explosive charge.

"Say," said Trudy somewhat shocked by his ardor, "you older guys like it more than the young ones, don't you!" Morgan wallowed in her breasts, nipping them on the nipples, sucking slightly at their tips, trying to put all of one of them into his mouth. His hands explored the rest of her slim, youthful body enough to make her squirm.

"Why don't you slip into something more comfortable," he urged. Trudy laughed, stood up and shed every stitch of her playthings and Morgan ate her up with his eyes-God what a contrast to the faded body of his wife. He pulled her back down on the couch. He handled her like a piece of merchandise. After all, he had bought her.

Morgan, whose pants soon adorned the coffee table, reached over and pulled out several more bills. He tossed them on the floor. Trudy giggled and Morgan moved in on her again. "Kiss me first," Trudy coaxed. Morgan kissed her as hard as he could and the two locked in the strange embrace of May and December.

He fell into a lush reverie of debauched relaxation as he awaited the climactic moment with Trudy doing the full honors.

Encouraged by Morgan, Trudy's fingers grasped the fat, pulsing organ with her fingers and began jacking it gently up and down. She "oohed" and "ahhhed" as it began to harden into an angry, red shaft of excitement. She seemed fascinated by the burgeoning, fat prick as it came fully alive beneath her probing fingers, and Morgan's mouth grew slack with excitement.

His hand at the back of her head encouraged her to slowly lower her head to it, bringing her red, parted lips closer and closer to the throbbing head. Morgan shot his hips upwards eagerly, making contact with her soft, eager lips.

Now he pushed his prick past her lips and into her mouth as she held it poised in waiting.

He felt her tongue dance happily over its slickened surface, and he pushed it even further into her face, feeling her lips tighten and suck upon it. A spasm of excitement shot through the length of his cock, and he tried to cool himself down mentally.

But her charms, each of them revealed before his popping eyes, proved too much.

He stabbed his fingers into the reddish hair of her pussy, feeling the soft lips there give in to the pressure of his probing fingers. He sunk two fingers into her cunt, pushing past the first knuckle. She moaned, still sucking eagerly on his towering rod.

"That's a girl ... Yeah, baby...." Morgan crooned to her, watching the lighting play across her glossy hair.

"Make me come, baby, make me come good!" he told her.

Now he was riding his fingers deep into her pussy, feeling the warm, wet slickness of her love juice bubbling inside her quim.

He had the urge to fuck into it, and he gently withdrew her mouth from his raging weapon and spread her out in front of him. Morgan positioned himself between her soft, shapely thighs. As the aging, wise old prick speared deeply into her, spreading wide the delicate, creaming lips and moving yet further into her incidiously, she moved.

She gasped incredulously, not understanding why the well-known act seemed so profoundly more exciting now than when the members of the football team had done it earlier in the evening. The pricks were the same, yet somehow now it was very different!

What she didn't know as yet was that this difference had to do with experience and appreciation.

In a steady, hard rhythm, Morgan rode the prick in and out of the hungry cunt clasping it. The steady pace drove Trudy higher and higher toward the explosion point.

She began babbling incoherently as the steady pacing got to her, fanning the flame of her passion higher and higher. Morgan was double-stroking her cunt now, lunging it sharply into her with blinding speed, then instantly backing off an inch to blam it against her buttocks again before starting the next stroke.

He knew she was peaking out because of the way her nails dug into his shoulder.

He tried triple-stroking her now, and blammed, blam-blam; blammed, blam-blammed into her.

"My God, I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm com ...inggggggggg!" she suddenly shrieked, her hips pumping crazily up at his churning groin-just as he exploded his cream into her with a gush that made it back up and run out the edges of her widespread cunt. Even Trudy now seemed to get into the swing of their violent, odd maneuverings, and Morgan knew she enjoyed them to the fullest. Her low cry of pleasure echoed in his ears as she raised her head to look him full in the face, and smile.