Her skin was a milky-cream with just a hint of pinkish desire. Her voluptuous breasts were mounds of satin joy and topped with pinkish-maroon semi rigid nipples. Oh shit! His mouth began to salivate. Her stomach was flat yet ball-aching desirable. Then came her downy, tantalizing, gently sloped mons veneris with its dewy pubic hairs that dipped between her perfect legs to her hidden wondrous heaven, provocative cunt. But he couldn't see it! Damn! He wanted to see it. He had seen cunts in magazines but never in person.
"Can I?" he began and stopped embarrassed.
"Can what?" Trudy smiled at his embarrassed awkwardness.
Ben screwed up his courage. "Can I look at it?" he blurted, and nodded his head toward her clitty.
Trudy felt like laughing, but she didn't. She was having a good time. She was enjoying herself. These boys were babes in the woods and their awkwardness, their embarrassment, the unholy raw desire that was on their faces bathed Trudy in a warm motherish glow. She was appreciated, she was wanted. Her every action, was doing them a favor and she liked that. "Of course," she said and splayed her legs.
Even though Ben wanted in her so bad he could hardly stand it, still, he wanted to see. He pushed back and stared down at the pouting, damp, opened ever-so-slightly tiny honey pot.
"Golly!" he said.
Trudy wasn't going to do it to Ben, but his open amazement at her charms twinged a strange sadistic urge in her belly. Almost without thinking she reached down and cupped the back of Ben's head and pulled his face toward her suddenly wanting fuck-crevice.
"Lick it, Ben," she cooed, "taste it, it's good." She hunched her sparkling radiating burrow toward his face.
Ben moved as if hypnotized. He didn't want to do such a thing. She pee-peed out of it. But as the mysterious wondrous delight came closer and he could feel its beckoning scorching heat and smell its lust fragrance, he automatically opened his mouth and gulped the treasured ravine.
Oh shit! fuck! He forgot he wanted to fuck it. He forgot it was a pee hole. All that mattered was that the super soft, warm slippery wetness with its slightly chloride salty taste was causing shimmering, delightful, odd sensations from his mouth throughout his entire body.
He burrowed his nose, lips, and tongue, in the glowing goodness and rolled the unparalleled erogenousness over his lips, cheeks, and chin.
"Oohhh!" Trudy moaned and drove his face into her flaming, craving cunt. "Ooohhh sshhiitt, Beeeennnnn!"
Trudy hadn't expected to cum so quickly. But the inexperienced boy was frantically flailing his lips and tongue in her suddenly aroused, churning twat. He didn't know what he was doing, but every now and then his fervent tongue flip-touched her ardent volatile clitoris and scintillating shivers of pure ecstatic bliss vibrated throughout her body.
"Oh fuck my cunt," she cried. "Use your lips! Use your lips! Get a hold of my clitoris." She tried to twist and turn his groping mouth so his lips would grab and hold her craving clitty, but he didn't seem to know what she was talking about:
When his searching lips did flounder on her erect, raving clitty, Trudy held his head and screamed, "There! Don't let loose! Suck it. Suck it! Ooooohhhh ffuuucccckkkkk!" And the enchanting, erogenous ecstasy exploded in her gluttonous groin and spewed relieved love-juice out of her ravenous fuck-cave.
Ben didn't know what was happening. His balls were rumbling and thrashing. His cock had strained to an iron bar and was pulsating with glorious, majestic, sensuous expectation. The quivering, captivating cunt, ricocheting against his mouth and face, was filling his being with an insatiable desire for more.
His hand had searched upward and buried itself in one velutinous, scorching, super soft breast. She was bumping and grinding her slobbering, torrid cunt against his face, pulling on his head for him to get in deeper and screaming some unintelligible words of need and desire. Her final buck-thrust and her enchanting cavern filling to overflowing was the trigger for his explosion. His waving, hurting cock jerked in ecstatic surrender and cum-shot his load to the world. The pressure left the back of his head. Ben rolled away from the gushing crater and lay panting on his back.
"Shit," Roy sneered, "you didn't get to fuck her either."
Now that Trudy had been brought to a cunt eating orgasm, she no longer wanted to tease and torment the boys. Their cocks weren't much compared to Chuck's, or Tom's or Mr. Lamb's enormous prongs, but they would have to do. She had to have relief from her awakened personal monster.
"You ready?" She looked over to Roy.
His eyes widened in surprise and a smile split his face. "Hell, yes!" He leaped over Ben and positioned himself between Trudy's silken thighs, his smallish cock hard and upraised. "How do I put it in?" He was trying to see where to stick it yet he didn't want to leave her warm, perspiration-covered body.
"I'll do it." Trudy drew his head upwards and offered one fine, but tumultuous tit for his mouth. "You suck."
Roy mouthed the lustrous hillock and allowed her to centre his impatient cock.
Trudy ran his throbbing wee prick up and down her drooling, wanting burrow, then placed it dead centre. "Push!" she breathed.
"All right!"
Trudy felt his iron-hard, singeing tool slide into her slippery ardent channel.
"Wwwooowwww!" Roy quivered and began driving his lithe hips in and out of her at a frenzied pace.
"Ho!" Trudy gripped his shoulders, stopping him. "Take it easy."
"What's wrong?" he asked huskily, his face pushed.
"Nothing," Trudy smiled. "Just go slow. It's better."
"Yeah, OK!" He grinned, gulped in the sugar tit again and resumed stroking it in and out slowly and steadily.
Trudy liked it. She wriggled her pleasure-giving cunt around his plunges.
"Oh yeeeaaahhhh!" he moaned from around her hardened breast nipple. "Oohh that's gggooooooddd!"
"Ummmm hummm," Trudy sighed and it was. His cock was little, but it.didn't seem to make any difference. His hard horn was ramming in and out of her oozing pussy. It was rubbing and sawing her cunt tube labyrinth, brushing against her ravenous clitty and generating delicious sparks of glorious carnal lust to cascade throughout her body. "Ohhh it's goood. It's so goooooddd!" Her arms went to his head and she mashed his tantalizing mouth into her fervent breast for more.
Roy chuckled inwardly. He was finally fucking and it was like nothing he had ever known. He drove his raging cock in and out of Trudy's salacious, bumping, swirling, boiling pussy and felt the exquisite, rapturous fuck-cum intensify.
Trudy was going to cum. Roy's stupid little cock was driving her pussy wild. She needed an inch more. A half inch more. She raised her legs and looped them around his waist and pressed her gluttonous torrid furnace into his pelvis for more. "Harder," she panted, "faster. Faster!" Roy responded with wild. frenzied bucks and plunges. His wee cock sawed against the tip of her clitty, and flung her up the stairway to orgasm heaven.
She dug her fingernails into Roy's skinny back as she worked her wild cunt fiercely against him. She panted, she gasped. Suddenly she squealed, and all the anticipated bottled-up tension flowed from her as she bumped her fervent pussy through an exquisite convulsing climax.
Roy removed his mouth from her breast in a crazed cry. "AAAHHEEI!" His wee cock thundered and belched out boiling jism.
Trudy allowed him to lie on her until his prick was drained and softened. Then she rubbed his head. "All right, Roy, you can get off now. You're a man!"
Roy grinned, then sighed. "Lord, I don't want to. God, I've never felt anything so good." But he did crawl off. Ben was waiting.