Lamb was almost frantic in his haste to remove his clothes and to get his prick in this unbelievably sensual teenager. He jerked off his shoes and socks, unzipped and removed his Bermuda shorts and underwear and was relieved to see that his old, dead cock was still half hard and puffing alive. Now all he needed to do was to get it in her before it betrayed him and went soft. He crawled on the bed and mounted between her charring hot, satin soft thighs. He took a hold of his fading (Oh, dear God, no!) hard-on and positioned the head at the centre of her cum-oozing, scorching fuck-cavern and pushed.
Even half-hard, he was restroom large for her. The monstrous head of his pole penetrated just inside the swollen lips but stopped at the portals of her dainty, enchanting, glowing fuck-sleeve where the unbelievable ecstasy lay.
"It won't go in!" He knew his voice had panic in it and that his horn was softening at an incredible, pace. Still, he regripped his cock closer to the head and tried to force his large girth into her bliss.
Trudy was beside herself. She had connived and plotted to get this wonderful fuck-bat in her to still the terrible gnawing that was eating her up. But it was to no avail. The big beautiful hammer that she craved just wasn't there. Even as he tried to work the hot, spongy head into her, she could feel the glorious hardness seep away.
"Oh no. No!" Trudy reached down to help, but it was like trying to stuff a marshmallow into a parking meter. His cock was now completely soft. She was handling a flexible tube of soft, pliable meat. "Damn!" She threw back her head in frustration. "Damn! damn! damn!"
Mr. Lamb rolled off of her and lay panting at her side. "I'm sorry, girlie," he said. "I guess I'm just too old. It wouldn't stay hard."
Trudy wouldn't give up. She rolled on her side toward Mr. Lamb and held onto his warm, soft, useless spigot. "Isn't there some way?" she said as she fondled and rubbed the warm spongy cuddlesome meat. "Maybe it's me. How does your wife get you hard!"
Mr. Lamb chuckled bitterly, "Maude! She don't bother anymore. But when she did, she used to suck me. I never could get it in her."
"Suck you?" Trudy looked down his huge belly to the nine-, ten-inch sausage she was slowly jacking back and forth. Hell! She had sucked on Chuck's prick, and it hadn't been all that bad! Not only hadn't it been bad, but thinking back, she kind of liked the feel of it m her mouth. She lifted herself on her right arm and pivoted herself down his body until her right cheek rested on his warm, perspiring soft belly just above his pubic hairs. Then she lifted his limp, thick prick upward and stared at the enormous head.
"You going to suck it?" Mr. Lamb's voice held surprise and delight.
Trudy nodded her head, but she wasn't sure. That awful shrill voice was screaming in her head again. "Bitch! Whore! Shameless tramp! He's a sixty-seven-year-old man. A stranger. You can't demean yourself by sucking his cock! That is what he uses to pee out of. Wake up. Stop. Stop!"
"Well, don't forget," Mr. Lamb's. voice broke into her brain, "if it gets hard, I want to fuck you. Don't suck me off."
The words chilled through Trudy like an over powering insanity. She wanted to be fucked, she wanted this huge pole in her. She opened her mouth and forced the spongy, warm, slightly urine-tasting morsel into her mouth.
Lamb felt the hot, glutinous, lustrous, fervent mouth encircle his glans-penis and experienced the incessant, lascivious feeling of enchanting cum-orgasm begin to build in his ancient balls. Oh it was good to feel alive again. It had been so long since Maude had blown him. He felt the teenager's youthful strong tongue encircle and lick at his tremendous. cock-ring underneath the enormous head and felt the tingles and spasms of sensuous joy.
Maude had quit sucking him two years ago because she had turned lesbian. He knew it. Hell, he had known it ten, twenty years ago but didn't care as long as she continued to blow him. Then when she quit, well, it was only a matter of a few months that he gave up masturbating. "Use it, or lose it." Maude stopped, he stopped, and his cock stopped. But now. Oh Lordie! The exciting, provocative pleasure was coming back. He reached down and fondled the teenager's velvet, perspiration damp, quivering ass.and sought out her drooling, twitching pussy. His cock was hardening up. He wanted her pussy ready.
Trudy could feel that she was sucking and drawing life back into the massive horn. The colossal glans was swelling and forcing her jaw joints to almost separation. She backed off the massive head and continued her spit-mouthing, swirling, tongue licking motion while jacking on his immense phallus. Oh she was doing good! She could feel the radiating pole swell, thicken and lengthen and slowly become harder and firmer. But God! What was she creating? She opened her eyes and looked down the enormous appendage. Good grief! It had to be ten or twelve inches long and larger around than her upper arm. How could she handle such a muscular masculine meat mast?
"It's hard!" Mr. Lamb tugged at her shoulders. "That's enough. Get off of it. Let me in you." Trudy released the giant pole, fell on her back and when Lamb crawled between her ardent thighs, she spread them as far as possible and offered her craving channel.
Trudy peeked just once at Mr. Lamb on his knees and aiming his huge prick at, her palpitating cunt, then she closed her eyes. She couldn't watch that enormous pole of meat being forced into her wee, tight cunt. It was going to hurt, she knew it. Still, she couldn't help herself. She had to have peace from the terrible ripping, slashing desire monster.
The first assault of Mr. Lamb's fiery hot, spongy hard cudgel wrenched a tiny cry of excruciating hurt-bliss from Trudy's lips. Then the colossal meat-bat was past her stretched cunt sphincter and was plowing into her glowing, torrid, salivating, wanting chalice. The mass, the phethora of his gristle almost took Trudy's breath away. It didn't seem possible that her tiny vagina could be expanded to such widths. But with the stretching came the unprecedented, majestic, salacious splendour of ecstatic cum-joy.
"Oohhh," she moaned as wave after wave of lustrous, erogenous warmth soared and glistened in her quim. "Fuck me!" She panted from the effort. "Put it all in. Give it to me!" and she bucked to help.
Mr. Lamb had never felt such tickling, intense, lascivious goodness in his entire life. Whores had never been this provocatively passionate nor enjoyed his thunderous prick quite as much. He slowly backed his enormous slammer out of the unbelievably tight cunt and could feel her inner vaginal labyrinth muscles tugging and resisting his exit until they almost turned themselves inside out. Then he eased into the volatile, searing, gripping pussy another two or three inches. He really didn't think he would get all of his meat into her. He never had. Even the whores he had fucked over the years had stopped him at the nineor ten-inch mark. But it would be nice to bottom out before he died, no matter how improbable the thought.
Oh Lordie! Her pussy was tight yet seemingly bottomless. He continued his slow, cautious in and out long strokes of his hammer and fed her an inch, a half inch more on each downward stroke. The hotness of her cunt, the slippery softness and grabbing gentleness was stirring his aged nuts into a swirling, jiggling volcanic dance. The ecstatic, luxurious, soaring ecstasy of orgasm was almost upon him and turning his reason to blubber. He had to bottom out one time in his life, he just had to! He rammed his precious, lustful, immense prick savagely into her submissive, surrendering silken hole and felt his cock head bang against her cervix. Shit! He still had two more inches to go.