Trudy bobbed her head, afraid to speak lest her doubts quiver her voice and gave away the inner fear that there was no way she would be able to accept all of that massive imitation cock. Grace came over to the bed. "Get your legs open, honey." She smiled. "Here it comes, ready or not."
"Easy, mama!" Trudy splayed her legs and bent her knees. Trudy watched her mother position herself between her legs and aim the massive cudgel at her salivating quim, then she closed her eyes and waited.
Trudy felt the enormous head push into her controlled, frenzied hole. The massive girth seemed to swell and swell until she opened her mouth to cry out, then the glans-penis slipped past her stretched vulva lips and paused in delicious, glistening joy.
"Deep breath, honey," Grace said. "Relax, it will get better." And it did. Oh Lordie, did it ever! Grace would push an inch or two of the immense dildo into her, then retreat and do it again. Slowly, salaciously, luxuriously, the huge pole slid in and out of her erogenous, sparkling, demanding hot hole and sky-rocketed mini-cum explosions of exquisite tumultuous glee throughout her body.
Grace stopped her plunging just short of Trudy's ravenous, wanting womb and laid her searing, satin, voluptuous breasts against Trudy's ardent, aroused breasts. The contact was that of electric lustful enchantment. "Oh, mama, mama!" Trudy moaned from the luminous sensuous harvest and clawed at her mother's ass-cheeks to embed.the marvelous flagellum in her craving womb. "Oh mamaaa!"
Grace had been fucked by the dildo many, many times. She knew what her head-tossing, craving, wanting daughter was experiencing. But it was too soon to bottom the battering enormous piston in her daughter's ooze. Besides, the slow in and out, lone, luxurious strokes of the dildo were activating the tiny prick in the cup she wore. Each time she hunch-fucked into Trudy's moaning body, the wee miniature cock rubbed insistent, caressing, erotic waves of lascivious preciousness from her clitoris that spun her brain into glorious fuck-desire and quickened her breath.
Grace loved being the fucker just as much as she enjoyed being the fuckee. The lustrous, ecstatic nipple neither blew her mind into a cum-delirium nor did it kill the incandescent, precious, ravenous climb to rapturous heights. The slow, long, strokes in and out of Trudy's torrid, love-seeping, gripping cunt canal merely worked the tiny digit over and across her clitoris to a salacious splendour that intensified and built until her mind would be an animal fuck-hole of excruciating rapture. Grace didn't want to hurry it. She wanted it to last forever.
"Here, honey," Grace panted and offered one of her perspiring perfumed, voluptuous breasts for Trudy's lips. "Suck it, sweet, bite and gnaw my nipple."
Trudy did and a new exquisite, provocative, lustful sensation clouded into her brain. She was sucking a scorching hot, inner trembling breast while a massive, huge, hard cock was sawing in and out of her insatiable, gluttonous, craving cunt. She was in heaven! It was like swimming in a tremulous, satin, luxurious pond of erogenous bliss. Now if Grace would only ram the precious prick into her all the way, she would die in peace. Trudy let loose of the radiating tit node and begged, "In me, Mother! Ram it all the way in me."
"Yes, dear," Grace said, but continued her slow, long, luxurious strokes. She had no intention of quitting so soon.
Chapter 13
Hank was horny and Mrs. Bell wasn't making it any easier for him. She leaned over his shoulder as he went over the sheets of distribution schedules and pressed her large, soft, lovely tits into his back as her "Gold Shadows" perfume seeped and oozed into his brain.
"God, but you're making it tough for me to concentrate!" He turned in his chair and reached for her tantalizing, cuddlesome ass-mounds. But she jumped away, laughing teasingly. "Not yet! I have a business to run. Get the work done and then we'll see." And she went into her office, her hips swinging provocatively, looking back at him invitingly, her eyes literally smoldering with sensual promise.
Shit! Hank's prick was hard and hurting a little. He needed some fucking now, but she was the boss and right. He tried to put the promised pussy out of his mind as he checked and sorted the figures, broke them down into routes and finally handed each driver-salesman his load for the day. It was eleven o'clock before he secured the main front delivery doors and rapped on Mrs. Bell's office door.
"Yes," she called, "come in."
She was on the phone talking business to New York or somewhere. Hank slipped behind her, reached around and cupped her resilient warm globes, one in each hand and nuzzled her neck. Mrs. Bell placed her hand over the phone and moaned softly, then asked, "Are they all gone?"
Hank lip-nibbled her neck and nodded, while gently mashing and rolling her vibrant domes of pleasure.
"Look!" Mrs. Bell half panted into the phone. "I'll call you back. Something has come up. I've got to go," and she hung up.
Hank grinned while nuzzling her neck. "You're damn sure right there!" he said. "Something is up. Here!" He took her hand and set it on his stiff, erect, hardened cock.
"Ohhhh!" Mrs. Bell moaned. "Let me see!" and she unzipped his fly and dug his cock out from his shorts.
It was such a pretty prick, Mrs. Bell thought, not at all as ugly and old as her late husband's. Hank's cock had the ivory incandescence of lustful youth. His prick wasn't so large, but it was big enough. His glans-penis was a thick maroon and slightly arrow-shaped to ease into virgin runts. The long shaft shimmered with inner lascivious harvest and was crisscrossed with tiny bluish veins that were pushed outward from the firmness of his hard-on.
Mrs. Bell waved her nose an inch or so from the scintillating knob and could feel and smell the male erotic musk as it radiated from the pleasure pole. She loved to suck cock. Just loved it! She leaner forward and gently set her ardent lips over the sponge-rubber, succulent marshmallow,, then lappet teasingly at the wee pee hole as his prick jerked from her efforts.
"Ohhhshitt." Hank groaned from the luscious licking and dug his hands into her fluffy head to show his delight. It was so good! So God damn wonderfully good. He eased his hands to the back of her head and pulled her glutinous, hot, salivating mouth over and onto his raging, sparkling, volcanic prick. Shit! If she didn't quit, he would cum! But he couldn't seem to say-the words to warn her, Her insistent, erotic, scorching mouth was inhaling his cock clear down her tender throat and only stopped when his pubic hairs brushed against her nose.
Hank had never had such a blow job in his life, Oh, he had had his cock sucked. Shit, Mrs. Bell hat sucked him acouple of days ago. But he had never had his whole cock swallowed like she was doing now. "Ohhhhffuckkk," he groaned as the glimmering, captivating, cannibal deliciousness rumbled his balls and turned his brain into a craving, enchanting, frenzied mass of raging desire. "Suck it," he panted. "Oh shit! Swallow it all!"
Mrs. Bell complied with gluttonous intensity. It felt so good to have an aroused, churning, exquisite pole of unprecedented, sensuous gristle sawing in and out, up and down her starved throat. Oh Lord! How she had missed sucking cock!
She loved the tangy, musky taste of the delicious, scorching sceptre. She loved the feel of the inner desires, of the building carnal harvest as his cock swelled and stiffened like an explosive, thunderous spigot gone raging mad. But most of all, she soared in glorious, lascivious luxury as the fires of salacious magnificence assaulted and stimulated her own love-juiced, leaking, heated cunt. The lustrous conflagration in her mouth and throat caused ripe, rapturous sparks of ecstatic surrender to spread throughout her body and brain. She was giving and receiving succulent, sensuous, lustful pleasure as she worked her swallowing muscles to entrap and squeeze, to milk and prime the raging, rigid rammer that was propelling in and out of her throat.