"No!" she cried, "please don't! Take it out. I'll do what you want. Honest! Take it out."
"All right, we'll see." Mr. Lamb moved around to her head and dangled his enormous, soft prick just over her face. "I won't turn it on. I'll give you a chance." He lifted his colossal appendage and dropped the massive sponge-rubber head on her lips. "Swallow it!"
"Swallow it! But that's impossible! I'd choke. Besides it's too big. I could never."
"See. That's what I mean." Mr. Lamb's voice was calm. "You women are all alike. Maude thought the same thing until I rigged up my little invention. But over the years she got to enjoy the tickler more than she liked my prick. She's not a lesbian by choice, you know. I was always too big to fuck her, but she enjoyed swallowing my prick and getting the tickler until I went soft five or six years ago. Then she turned to girls. You know, you're the first woman to harden me up in years. I feel like a lad again."
"Then let me up. I'll do it again. But I can't swallow you. It would kill me."
"No!" Mr. Lamb flopped his limp prick. "See, take a deep breath, swallow my prick and when I pull it out you exhale and take another breath. It's easy once you get the hang of it." He laid the massive head on her lips again. "Go ahead and try." But Trudy wouldn't.
She squeezed her lips shut and shook her head.
"All right," he said, and reached down and plugged the dildo into the side of the bed. Immediately and simultaneously salacious, soaring, continuous, unbearable electric seizures of excruciating ecstasy-pain consumed her body. Her mind and body were centred in a maelstrom of ungodly, lascivious ravenous lust Her breasts swelled as if pumped with sensuous air, her nipples sprang upright and quivered in raging gluttonous delight Her stomach, groin, and pelvic muscles were flung and twisted in unholy ecstatic excitement. Her tiny frame writhed and squirmed. Her mouth gaped in unexplored, unparalleled passion.
"AAAHHHEERRRRR! AAAHHHERRRRR!" tore from her throat as the tentacles of tumultuous, glistening, wanton vibration cascaded and paralysed her nervous system. Every pore, every nerve in her body was alive, vibrant, and torturous with agonizing, churning pleasure.
The ropes held Trudy's thrashing, spasming body in place as her pelvis twisted and squirmed in provoked, sensuous animation. Her deep pussy labyrinth muscles were convulsing and sucking the horrible, bewitching, hateful, marvelous dildo further into her rejecting, craving, cuddlesome cunt.
The lascivious, salacious intoxication permeated her body and soul as the erogenous storm built and grew stronger.
"I can't stand it!" she managed to scream out. "Stop it." Yet her pelvis and pussy bumped and thrust at the air as if an invisible prick were fucking her into an insane puddle of exquisite cum.
"You'll swallow my cock, then?" Mr. Lamb's voice came into her luxurious, tremendous, heaven-hell.
"Yesssss!" she yelled. "Yyesssss! Stop it! Stop it! Please!" And just as suddenly the awful, delightful, rapturous-agony ceased.
"Then have at it."
Trudy felt the massive warm cock head at her lips and gulped its spongy delight eagerly.
"Take a deep breath first," Mr. Lamb cautioned. Trudy did, then began sucking the huge, warm, male musk fragrant cock into her greedy mouth. Oh God, but she did want to swallow it.
The horrible, excruciatingly rapturous-agony had triggered her womb into spasms of cum explosions that continued with the entrance of his marvelous, masculine, delicious prick. She felt the massive hot marshmallow poke at her throat and she swallowed hastily while stuffing more of the luscious, erotic spigot down her craving throat.
It was an effort, but her throat muscles got the spongy, precious mass past her pharynx and into her oesophagus, then she needed a breath. She hummed her need and pressed against his searing belly. Mr. Lamb understood and withdrew his beginning to stiffen and widen and lengthen prick. Trudy exhaled and gulped another deep breath, then grabbing with her lips, drove his delicious pole down her throat.
Mr. Lamb was hardening up. Oh God, could this little girl suck a cock! The only time he had been hard in five years had been when he fucked her the other day; now she was stiffening his prick again. He grabbed her under the armpits and pulled.her to him until her head hung off the bed and he had a straight fuck-shot directly down her glutinous, satin-soft, hot throat. He bottomed his cock out by grinding his pubic hairs into her salivating searing lips, then withdrew for her to take a breath while he kneeled and mashed on her straining, voluptuous tits.
Oh Lord! His heart was thumping in his chest and the faint signs of a heart attack were beginning to ache in his chest, but he didn't care. He withdrew, allowed her to exhale, inhale, then roared his semi-hard prick back into the insane, insistent, ecstatic goodness. He was going to cum. God almighty! He was going to cum!
Trudy felt his prick fattening and lengthening, but she didn't care. She could also feel the rumblings of delicious, chloride cum as the old man's balls thumped and banged against her eyes. She wanted to be a part of his joy. She didn't want to be left alone. When his monstrous hammer retreated for her to exhale and take another breath, she knew the moment was at hand. "Plug in the thing!" she panted, "plug in the fucking thing." She took her breath, and waited until he bent down for the plug, then opened her throat and swallowed at the same time the unholy, salacious conflagration began in her cum oozing cunt.
Somewhere within the rapturous agony of orgasm-heaven Trudy perceived the old man's cock was jerking and spitting out gobs of boiling hot jism directly into her stomach. She couldn't taste the goodness, but it didn't matter. The passion storm of rapturous ecstasy that she was in was enough.
Pinwheels of surrendering, ungodly, lascivious enchantment engulfed her body. She couldn't breathe but didn't care. Her womb was in a cum frenzy and her sugar-cavern was gushing out pulsating streams of love's reward. She knew she should push on Mr. Lamb's belly and take a breath but the heavenly insatiable captivating glow would not allow her to move. The last she remembered was Mr. Lamb grabbing his chest and crying out, "My heart! My heart!" Then she blacked out.
Chapter 11
Trudy wasn't in the mood for screwing. She allowed Hank to nuzzle her neck and rub his warm hands over her belly, then she stopped him. "Don't, honey. I don't feel like it tonight."
"You don't?" Hank's voice held surprise. "Why? What's wrong?" "Oh," Trudy wasn't going to tell him, but she felt guilty and partly responsible, "The old man next door had a heart attack today. He's in the hospital and in bad shape, I hear."
"So?" Hank was still baffled. "What's that to us?"
"Well," Trudy had to say it, "I feel partly responsible. You see, I went over to borrow a cup of sugar, and…" She thought fast; she couldn't tell Hank the whole truth. "I was in my halter and hot pants, and when he gave it to me, I… I kissed him thanks and he grabbed his heart and had an attack." Oh Lordie, what a story, but it was the best she could do.
Hank chuckled. "So you think you gave him the attack, huh?"
"Well, yes! Maybe if I hadn't kissed him…? "
"Oh bologna." Hank buried his nose in her soft, female scented neck again. "He's an old man. If it's his time to go, it's his time to go. Your kissing him had nothing to do with it. Besides, he let you, didn't he?"
"Yes," Trudy said, and it all came clear. Why the hell was she punishing herself? Mr. Lamb had tied her down. It had been his idea for her to blow him. Hank was right, she had nothing to do with his attack. The gloom she had felt ever since she had called the ambulance and watched them carry the old man away disappeared. Shit! If she should be sorry for anyone, it should be herself. That lousy old man's huge prick had damn near dislocated her jaw.