Dick N. Larged
Lovers On The Side
Chapter 1
Trudy couldn't believe her ears. The sound of her mother's passion-laden voice groaned and begged down the stairwell.
"Oh fuck me, Chuck. Fuck me. Ram your beautiful iron cock into me! Oh God! I'm going to cum!" There wasn't any doubt that it was Grace, her mother's voice and that Chuck was fucking her. But the name of Trudy's daddy was Harold! What was going on? What was happening? Trudy forgot her own personal problem and bounced up the stairs.
Trudy peeked around the doorway of her mother's bedroom. Oh no! Her heart sank. Grace, her young, vivacious, ever laughing and impish mother, was lying naked on the bed, her pinkish-white lovely legs splayed and flailing alongside the thighs of Chuck Sands as Chuck pumped and pistoned his thick, reddened cock in and out of her sucking, drooling hole. Oh God! Trudy looked away and flattened against the wall. What? When? Why? Why?
Chuck was her brother's childhood friend. He was the same age as Tom, her nineteen-year-old brother. But Grace was thirty-seven. How could this happen? Her daddy was only thirty-nine, still in his prime, so why would Grace screw nineteen-year-olds?
"Oh Chuck, honey baby. Honey baby!" her mother's voice oozed around the doorjamb and eased into Trudy's ears with a strange, overpowering craving that caused Trudy's hand to involuntarily reach down to her suddenly aroused pussy and press on its puffiness through her skirt. A faint tingle of delicious goodness sparkled from her touch and echoed throughout her body. Oh Jesus! Trudy did it again, then jerked her hand away before she became too worked up and frustrated to properly discuss her problem with Grace.
Of course, it was just this sparkling, erogenous feeling that lay so deep within her belly that she wanted to talk about. The provocative promise of unknown ecstasy was flailing her nerves, disrupting her normal, sunny disposition and slowly driving her mad. Something was wrong with Hank, her husband of three weeks.
"Oh Chuck! Ohhh God damn!" Grace's lust filled, passion-dripping voice tore into Trudy's confusion like an insatiable, churning passion.
Trudy closed her eyes and tried to force the ardent, soul-satisfying plea of salacious gratification from jellying her reason. Oh God! What was it like? What was it like? She kept her eyes closed and rolled her head back and forth, back and forth against the wall. Her hands moved independently of her control to her tremendous, voluptuous seventeen-year-old aching breasts and massaged the hardened erect nipples, squeezing the pendulous globes to ease the pent-up desire.
She had gone with Hank since the ninth grade. And although she had allowed him to fondle and squeeze her passion-quivering breasts, she had refused him intercourse and not allowed him to touch her privates until their wedding night. Now, how she wished she had given in sooner. Their honey, moon had been a disaster!
They had married three weeks ago on her eighteenth birthday and flown to San Francisco for a two-week honeymoon. Oh how she had looked forward to her wedding night. From the first time Hank had kissed her, a craving desire had engulfed her reason to have his body within her. She had fought it for two years, and now, bathed, perfumed and dressed in a shortie nightgown, she could submit willingly, wantonly, eagerly, but something went wrong!
Hank had showered and shaved. When he emerged from the bathroom, his tall, broad shouldered, narrow waisted, athletic body wrapped with a towel around his waist, his curly black hair glistening over his handsome, boyish twenty-three-year-old face, Trudy's knees positively turned to jelly. She backed to the bed and sat with love and desire shining from her eyes.
"No. No." Hank grinned and shook his head. "You're mine now, all mine. Take off that nightie and let me see what I married!"
Hank watched Trudy rise and slowly unbutton the flimsy bit of silk. When she dropped it to the floor and stood naked and smiling before him, Hank's senses reeled. She looked exactly like a younger Ann Margaret of the movies, only sexier if that were possible.
Just the sight of her eighteen-year-old flawlessly complexioned beauty, her billows of wheat colored hair, her liquid green eyes, so desirous and smoldering with promised passion, her tantalizing, pouting, sugar sweet lips, her pinkish-white voluptuous, sensual figure, sent him spinning into joy and gladness. He was in love with her; she was his wife and he would finally get to fuck her.
She was such a beautiful, sponge rubber soft, warm, dream girl that he had never in his wildest hopes ever thought he would possess her. Yet here she was. She was small, five feet or so, but perfectly proportioned. Her magnificent, velutinous breasts stood straight out like jello-molded sugar melons and were topped with pinkish areolas and wee, straining nipples. Her skin was a pudding soft, youthful pinkish-cream that dipped from her voluptuous globes to a perfectly sculptured tiny waist, then swelled to slope to the satin roundness of her tender resilient hips, then concaved down in a gradual, exciting gentle decline to merge with sensual thighs, dimpled knees and symmetrically perfect calves.
Her leg muscles were a sensual promise that was hidden beneath pinkish-white satin skinned pureness. Although her legs were straight and full from knee to luxurious, covered mons he knew he could almost encircle her tiny upper thighs with his hands.
"Oh God damn!" he groaned. "Get in bed, honey, get in bedl" And he jumped in beside her.
Hank wanted to suck and gum her delicious velvet domes of heaven, to finger-fuck her trembling clitoris until her sweet, virginal cunt was gushing with love-juice before he attempted to enter her and 'break her maidenhead. But he couldn't wait.
"Open your legs," he panted and worked between her hot, silken thighs. He couldn't lie on her quivering, eager, singeing body and place his cock properly. "Put it in!" he panted "Get it in right. Hurry!" Already his nuts were boiling and growling with explosive cum.
Trudy was willing. She didn't need, nor want any preliminaries. Ever since Hank had first kissed her as a sixteen-year-old, she had waited for this moment. She wanted his cock in her. She needed his cock in her. She had been carrying around terrible love knots in her belly for too long. She gripped Hank's thick, eight-inch, fiery prick and centred the masculine hammer directly over the tiny maidenhead opening. "Push!" She was almost breathless in expectation. Now she would know! Now she would finally receive relief.
Hank lunged into her virgin cunt. Trudy felt the hot head of his cock rip and tear her hated maidenhead.. She groaned from the pain in spite of herself. When the pain subsided, Hank's cock was barely past her cunt entrance, but was spitting and spurting jets of boiling jism.
"OOOOHHEH GAAAAWWWWDDDDD!! " Hank bellowed through his clenched teeth, then lay still. He wasn't all the way in her! He didn't even have two inches in her, and he had cum! What? How? Trudy was dazed, she didn't understand.
Hank withdrew his still leaking cock and walked to the bathroom in embarrassment. "I'm sorry!" he mumbled over his shoulder. "I was too hot! I'll do better next time."
But he never did.
That was Trudy's problem and why she had come over to see her mother. For the two weeks of the honeymoon and this last week at home, Hank had only progressed to getting his wonderful cock completely in her to the hilt before cumming. Other than this terrible desire so deep in the labyrinth of her pussy, Trudy had felt nothing but a warm, incandescent glow of promised ecstasy that never came. It was driving her crazy, she was losing her mind!
"OH GOD! Chuck! Chuck! Aaaaaaaaawwwl Shiiittt!" Trudy peeked around the door. Grace's face was contorted and her head was flailing back and forth against the pillow as she screamed and clawed at Chuck's back. Her mother's perspiring legs were splayed and she was up on her toes, back arched and fuck-bumping for more of Chuck's pile driving, cum-slick reddened cock as Chuck drove his monster in and out, in and out of Grace's leaking, grasping, clutching cunt.