"My turn." He didn't order,.he was beg-asking. Trudy understood.
"Of course." She held out her arms. "Come on, tiger!"
Ben wanted to fuck, yet was fearful, hesitant. He knew that something wonderful happened when you put your dick in a woman, but he didn't know what. He crawled between the ungodly hot legs of Trudy and, learning from Roy's mistakes, waited for her to put his cock in. Oh Lord! What would it feel like?
Trudy could feel his tall, skinny nervousness and deliberately rubbed her warm gentle hand down his belly on the way to his prick.
"Ohhh!" He sucked in his belly and began to tremble. Damn, but he was embarrassed. God damn. He was going to cum. Oh Lord, no. No! Her fiery soft fingers brushed his cock and pointed his volcanic prick to her raging furnace. If he only, if he could only hold back? He held his breath and forced down on his bladder muscles as if he were going to pee. The excited, tumultuous, cum-feeling retreated slightly. Then his supersensitive flagellum was at the portal of her glowing pussy, and she said, "Push, Ben! Push gently."
He eased his cock into the most mind-boggling, super hot, slippery, velvet soft, clinging and grabbing cunt he had ever known. The deeper he slid into the submissive yet cuddling, raging luxurious canal, the greater the sparkling, shining, salacious, ecstatically wonderful feeling. Her gentle sizzling pussy muscles seemed to enter and swell his cock and force the most ravenous, delicious, majestic feeling he had ever felt out of his cock, his balls and into his body, his blood, and his brain.
Ben couldn't stand such unholy bliss. He knew he would never get to stroke the precious hole, but he didn't care. He was going to cum, and he didn't care. When his pelvis mashed into her warm, wet quim, his balls, his cock, his very being exploded in one huge unbearable rapturous fuck-insanity that disintegrated his reason and floundered his body in twitching, belching, cum-jism bolts. "Ooooohhhhh ggaaaawwwwddddd!" he called and quivered as the hurt-bliss jism droplets spurted from his cock and filled her bewitching chalice.
Trudy understood. She didn't like it, but she understood. His cock and jism felt good in her and she wanted more, but what could she do? Ben's entry had been just enough to warm up her eager pussy and stir her personal monster. Still, what could she do?
As with Roy, she allowed him to gasp and pant on her perspiring body and waited until his jerking prick stilled and ran dry, then she kissed his cheek. "That was wonderful, Ben. You're now a man too. Let me up."
Trudy didn't give them any clothes, she felt she had given enough. She showered and rested until it was time to start dinner for Hank. By the time he walked in the door, she was ready. In fact, she was more than ready, she was horny as hell!
Chapter 10
Hank just couldn't get his prick hard. He knew Trudy wanted to be fucked, but Mrs. Bell had blown and sucked his cock until he thought his nuts would break loose and come out the head of his hammer. Of course, he couldn't tell her that. "No, honey," he begged off, "I just don't feel good. I think I'm coming down with something." Then to cement the idea he took two aspirins and lay on the couch all evening sipping fruit juices.
Trudy was agitated and a bit angry with Hank at first. But when he didn't finish his, supper and indeed did look worn out and not up to par, her mother instinct took over and she fussed and waited on him the rest of the evening. The next morning was different. Hank had a piss hard-on and she couldn't resist his stiff, ivory shaft with the purplish glowing knob that rose from his pubic hairs like some magic enchanting wand. She didn't wake him but straddled his sleeping body instead.
Lord, she was hungry for a decent-sized prick in her. The two boys of yesterday had given her pleasure. They had done what the old saying said, they had tickled her, but now she wanted some clubbing. She had even dreamed of it all night.
She was fucked all last night with an enormous cock that first belonged to Mr. Lamb, then her brother Tom, then Chuck. Then the massive sceptre would change into a searing, tongue lance and Mrs. Lamb would be driving her insane with lapping and licking, sucking and fucking her gluttonous quim. The dream was so real that she had woken up in a nervous, excited sweat with an aching, yearning, deep womb need and her body covered with perspiration. That's when she had noticed Hank's upright, slightly pulsating cannon and, realized that her pussy was sloppy slick with dream orgasms.
Trudy was careful not to touch Hank's body. She didn't want him to know he was going to fuck her until she had his erect, stiff, pleasure piston in her aroused, churning cavern. She centered her oozing, hot, wanting cooze over Hank's stiff pole and gently parted her eager, cum-slick vulvas so his beautiful tool would slide effortlessly into her craving ravine. When she had it just right, she lowered her trembling hungry cunt-throat onto his suddenly alive prong and allowed the erogenous, ecstatic goodness to radiate throughout her warm body as her snake swallowing, fiery pussy engulfed the sensuous mast.
Hank had been dreaming something, he didn't know what. But when the scorching, slippery, squeezing softness of Trudy's cunt swallowed his prick, his eyes popped open from the luxurious, sensuous preciousness. Oh Lord, what a way to be awakened. His beautiful, young, vibrant wife of two weeks was on top of him and dangling her voluptuous, eager mounds of mammary lusciousness before his eyes as she gently rolled and ground her super soft cum-wet cunt over his pelvis and hugged and squeezed his volatile prick in the depths of her velvety burrow.
After yesterday, Hank thought that he would never fuck again. Mrs. Bell had drained him, but now all the springs and juices of youth were centred in his prick and he loved the intoxicating elegant exercise. "Oh baby!" He moaned. He reached up and gripped her velvet, pudding-like mounds of trembling, vibrant womanhood. "Do it, honey! Fuck me good!"
Trudy was caught up in the intense, insistent, lascivious exaltation of his captivating cock. She rolled her wee, churning cunt-sleeve around, on, in, about his swelling hot poker and felt the tingles and gleaming spurts of carnal desire as his hard singeing sceptre moved and rubbed the innermost spots of her pussy. Oh God, if she could only get more of his teasing morsel into her. His erotic prong was shooting electric bolts of bliss and captivating delight throughout her in warm cascading currents, but the release she craved, the release she had to have, still hovered just beyond his magic horn. "Suck my tits," she panted. "Bite them, bite them!" Maybe that would help, God knew, she needed something more.
Hank eagerly raised his head and captured one of her erect, elastic, fervent breast nodes and bit and chewed gently on the succulent morsel. With his throbbing, frenzied, glowing phallus in her grasping, slobbering chute and his mouth and hands full of creamy, satin-soft, yielding, raging breast the captivating, surrendering, elegant feeling of impending climax was upon him. He was going to cum! He was going to shoot his thunderous load of ecstasy into her clutching, squeezing cunt-hole and blow her insides apart. He felt the tremendous, mind-blowing excited jism leave his nuts with soul wrenching bliss and rupture and break through his prostrate sphincter. "Oohhhhggaawwwwdddd!" He rammed his pelvis upwards to get every bit of his roaring, swollen, spitting prick into her salacious, heavenly hot hole. "Oohhhhh sshhittttt!" and his cock belched and spit its carnal insanity into her satin, engulfing cave.
Trudy hadn't been ready for his orgasm. She was three miles away from cumming and not gaining an inch. But when his gratifying cannon jerked and spit the boiling hot jism into her starving slot, a cascade of mini-orgasms trembled her body and jangled her brain. It was good, God knows it was good, but it left her unsatisfied and slightly ticked off. "You didn't warn me," she panted. "I… I…" She was going to say, "I wasn't ready," but realized at the last moment what damage that would do to his ego. "I loved it!" she said and allowed his prick to spit and drain itself in her now more-than-ever needing cunt. When his breath became normal again, she rolled off of her husband and hurried to the shower.