She felt Hank's soft warm lips gently kissing her neck, then was shaken when his dainty, glowing tongue touched and tingled the flesh just under her left ear. "Ummmm!" She wiggled from the sensual pleasure. "You shouldn't ought to do that, Mister!" she cooed. "You're liable to be raped."
Hank had his passionate wife again and knew it. Every damn woman he had ever dated and fucked had one or two erogenous spots on her body that, when found, turned her into a wanton fuck machine. One of Trudy's was just below her ear and the ear lobe. He nuzzled upwards and sucked in the delicate tiny lobe and lip-pressed while exploring her magnificent body with his left hand.
Her response was immediate and lascivious. She moaned and wiggled her voluptuous, intense, gratifying globes of womanhood and writhed her aroused, captivating, salacious body to his touch. Her quick, wanton, craving, erotic response to his efforts would never cease to amaze and pleasure him.
Hank knew she was a dormant smoldering volcano of passionate female from the first time he kissed her back in high school. He met Trudy during a debate and dated her six times before she allowed him to even kiss her. But that started it. At the first touch of his lips to her moist, hot, inner trembling, unbearably soft lips, he knew she was something special. Although she wouldn't allow him to hug her, he could feel the tremendous, sensual pleasures her body had to offer, rumbling and churning within her magnificent body.
They went together two years until they married four weeks ago and in all that time he had never touched her breast or leg or even French-kissed her. But the wait was well worth it. Now, not only did he possess the most luscious,, desirable, best built female in the whole high school, but was further blessed with the most passionate one he had ever known. Of course, that was what had caused him trouble on their honeymoon.
Trudy was such a beautiful, erogenous, sensual female that he shot his wad before he even got all the way into her super-soft, hot, slick cunt. Thank God for Grace, Trudy's mother! Now he could control himself for an hour if need be. He gripped one of her velutinous, sensuous, radiating, trembling breasts and squeezed down so hard the nipple stood erect like a wee phallus. He dipped it in his mouth and sucked while his wife went slightly crazy.
Trudy had forgotten Mr. Lamb, her aching jaw, the bedroom, and the whole damn world. All she knew was that with Hank's scintillating, searing lips on her quivering, ardent breast, and his warm, hard hand sliding down her perspiring, glistening, carnal craving body that she needed to be fucked.
She splayed her heated, desirous thighs and offered her drooling, volatile, provocative pussy for his sensuous, ecstasy-giving finger. "Oohhhh," she moaned and mini-came when his digit scurried into her fuck-cave and dawdled delicious, enchanting, luminous circles of lustful harvest from her insatiable, heated hole.
"Fuck me," she panted. "Do it, darling, do it!"
But Hank had other ideas. He had never eaten a pussy in his life, but now was as good an opportunity as any. He concentrated his twirling, rubbing finger to build and spark "Ohhh's" and "Awww's" from his excited wife's pussy as he let loose of her hardened tit node and began kissing and burying his nose in her velutinous, hot, salty tasting, perfumed belly.
She loved it. Oh Lordie, did she ever love it! Hank felt her tipping and straining her satin soft, cum-slick scorching burrow upward for more of his finger or… to reach his nibbling mouth. He licked and mouthed her velvet belly skin and could feel her straining stomach muscles quivering and twitching in anticipation. He licked lower and gulped a mouthful of hot, wet, female musk-flavored mons veneris hair and gummed the mass upwards until Trudy cried out and bucked her wee ardent ass as if fucking a ghost. Hank released the pubic hairs and gingerly tested her heat-radiating slit.
"Oh Goddd!" His wife jerked and spasmed into his face, and before he quite knew what had happened, his mouth, his tongue, his lips were embedded in her fiery, slippery, luxuriously satin soft chloride-tasting cunt. He loved it. He loved it! He opened his mouth and lanced his tongue over, around, in and out and on her raging, bucking, salaciously tasting fuck chalice.
Trudy was in an incandescent, lustful, enchanting fuck-frenzy. Hank's resilient, searing tongue was sparking electric currents of captivating, glistening, glorious orgasm to cascade throughout her body. His long lapping strokes twisted her body in craving desire and when his singeing, alive tongue flip-touched her excited, intense clitoris, succulent, lascivious, tremendous bolts of voluptuous ecstasy spasmed and ricocheted throughout her body and jellied her brain. "Oh eat me!" She writhed and moaned from the exquisite bliss. "Bite my cunt, honey! Eat me, darling! Suck my womb right out and chew it up! Oohhh, fuck me! FUCK MEEEE!"
Hank's prick was throbbing and swelling with shimmering, lustful hunger. His balls were vibrating and roaring with raging jism that needed release. He was going to reach down and jack himself off for the rapturous joy of cumming, then caught himself. To hell with fucking the world! He remembered the joy of Mrs. Bell. He removed his mouth from her raging ravine. "On your hands and knees," he said and strained to restrain his volatile prick.
"What?" Trudy was still caught up in the carnal conflagration of orgasmic splendour. She wanted him to continue his luscious, erotic, luxurious lapping, yet needed the feel and power of a stiff, hot hammer rammed in her salivating, glutinous hole. "Your hands and knees," Hank repeated, "get on them. I'm going to fuck you dog style."
Trudy didn't know what the hell dog style was, but if it would get a prick stuck in her, she was willing. She hurriedly scampered to the position and waited.
The interruption and conversation had stilled Hank's impending orgasm. He felt one drop of ecstatic goodness leak from his cock-knob, then the tumultuous, insistent explosion subsided into a glittering glow of sensuous pleasure. He mounted behind Trudy's soft, perspiration wet, quivering ass hillocks and easied his rock-hard spigot into her clutching cunt.
"Ohhhfuuckkk," he moaned as her boiling hot, slippery fuck-canal grabbed and massaged, squeezed and accepted his glowing, staunch pole. When he was bottomed out in the heavenly hole, he reached under Trudy and grabbed handfuls of resilient, radiating, pudding-sweet, quivering breasts and mashed and rolled the alive, sensuous globes. "Oh yes," he moaned again, then began the long, slow, luxuriously erotic strokes of fucking his prick in and out of her torrid, drooling cavern.
It was good for Trudy. Lord knows it was good. But it wasn't quite enough. While luminous, lustful, magnificent slivers of sensuous delight were splattering and cascading throughout her pelvis and belly area, her innards were crying and craving abuse. Oh damn her terrible womb need! Why wasn't she like other women? But again, maybe she was?
Her mother had enjoyed Hank's prick. Grace had fucked Hank all the time she had been screwing her brother, Tom. And just before Tom had set his magnificent tool in her hand, Grace was enjoying herself. So why wasn't she satisfied with the seven or so inches of insistent, ramming, hot gristle that was now sawing in and out of her oozing, milking pussy and ricocheting such delightful, delicious, churning lusciousness in her cavern? She was, damn it. She was. She moaned and wiggled her torrid ass backward each time Hank rammed and ground his salacious, titillating mast to her quim, then rolled and rubbed to make his embedded tool twirl and touch, to pock and stretch her inner gluttonous muscles. "Oh deeper," oozed from her panting mouth. "Deeper!"