Mrs. Bell was beside herself in ravenous, desire. This wonderful stud had boiled up her most lascivious, salacious wants and had concentrated the intense ecstasy in her thrashing, bucking clitoris. Now she wanted more. More! His marvelous talented fingers had released her volcanic orgasm button and were once more three-finger-fucking in and out of her gripping, delirious fuck-ravine and his lascivious lips were burning intense, glorious tantalizing sparklets toward her churning, gushing hole.
She felt his glutinous mouth pause just before swallowing her craving cavern and thrust her pelvis upward into his enchanting sucking lips. When he took her entire quim into his singeing mouth she screamed again in ecstatic cum-ecstasy and scissor gripped his titillating head with her desirous thighs.
Slowly he released and licked great thunderous sparks of majestic preciousness from her palpitating cunt, then his fiery tongue found and inhaled her razing, insatiable, explosive clitoris and her mind turned into a fuck-cum maelstrom of insane rapture. The thunderbolts of orgasmic bliss jerked and shattered her senses and thrashed her groin and leg muscles into an uncontrollable conflagration of bucking, jerking, thrusting, and retreating. It was sc ungodly heavenly, yet hurt with such excruciating surrender that she was helpless in her erotic stupor.
Hank knew he had her beaten. All he had to do was continue his sucking and lip pulling on her explosive fuck-button and she couldn't continue. Yet, he didn't want to win just yet. The unparalleled Sensuous goodness that he was giving her was affecting his throbbing cock. All the luxurious, precious, mind-boggling delight of cumming was teetering and thrashing in his balls. He wanted to cum so badly that he started to reach for his cock and jack off, then he stopped himself.
That would be stupid. Real stupid. Why in the hell should he jack off and end up fucking the world when there was a soft, wanton, eager, thrashing woman under his spell that would do anything at the moment he wanted. He quickly spun around to make his volatile cock available to her panting, pleading mouth.. He released her convulsing clitoris just long enough to order her, "Suck it! God damn it! Suck it!"
When he felt her satin soft, scorching hot, salivating, sucking, grasping mouth close over his erogenous, thrill throbbing hammer, he gulped her twitching, ripe clitoris into his mouth and suck masturbated the raging node as fast as he could.
Hank felt his balls split open from the ecstatic bliss of cock-sucking and quivered as the insane sensuous pleasure roared up his throbbing shaft and spit-gushed into her ravenous mouth. He wanted to scream from the delicious wonderment of orgasm cum-bliss but Mrs. Bell was spasming in an orgasm maelstrom of her own.
He plunged his roaring, rapturous, cumming prick in and out of her greedy mouth as he gave ecstasy like he was receiving. When he could no longer stand the sucking, draining, unprecedented joy, he pulled his still jerking cock from her mouth and released her spasming clitoris. Both lay on their sides gasping for breath.
"Well." Hank finally got his breath. "You win, but it was worth it. God damn, but you sure can suck cock!"
"No!" Mrs. Bell swallowed and caught her breath. "You win! I gave up just before you came. But, I want a rematch."
They both looked at each other and laughed.
Chapter 14
Hank was ready again in ten minutes. He wave his three quarter hard-on before Mrs. Bell's close eyes and woke her up.
"Round two," he said, "wake up. Let's get with it." But Mrs. Bell was through. "Oh! Go away, you fucking machine. I need a nap. Then I have a ton of work to do. Go away."
"Aw come on!" Hank leaned over and banged his prick against her nose. "You'll like it, once it, in you. Open your legs."
"Noooo." Mrs. Bell closed her eyes again and snuggled down on the couch. "Take the afternoon off. Go give it to your wife. I'm beat." In a moment she was asleep.
Hank was uncertain for a minute. Hell! It was just a little after twelve noon. He really didn't have any work to do, and she had said to take the day off and give it to his wife. So, why not? He had had his cock sucked twice, but he needed some hot, squeezing pussy meat snuggled around it. It would be nice to hear Trudy moaning and writhing under him. So why not take the day off?
Hank left a note saying that he had taken her at her word and gone home for the day. Then he left. But Trudy wasn't at home! God damn, where could she be? Maybe she was at the store? Or visiting neighbours? Or just out strolling about? No. None of the above. The cupboards were full of food, she didn't know any of the neighbours, and she hated walking. So where in the hell was she?
Hank rubbed at his crotch and his semi-hard prick. Shit! This was the first time since they married that he had had a chance to fuck Trudy in the afternoon, and she wasn't around. Where in the hell could she be? Then a thought struck him. Maybe she had gone to her mother's? She probably was lonely or homesick or just wanted to sit and talk about married life. Yeah! She was probably at Grace's. Then another evil but delicious thought crept into his mind. It was so pleasant and delightful that he said it out loud. "And so what if she isn't there? I'll just get rid of this hard-on by fucking Grace! Hell! I've done it before, I'll do it again." He rubbed his twitching prick and shivered with expectation. Sure. Why not fuck Grace? She had taught him everything he knew and was a fantastic screw. Hank went out the door grinning. He would just drop over. If he called and Trudy wasn't there he would have no reason to go. So surprise her! That was the ticket. Surprise and fuck her. Oh my! Bless Mrs. Bell for giving him the afternoon off. He had to control himself to obey the speed limits.
Hank was going to ring the doorbell, but the screen door was open. He knew it wasn't proper to just enter your mother-in-law's house without knocking, but what could she say? He was her son-in-law. There was no one downstairs. Hank tried the patio in the rear of the house and checked the laundry room. No Grace. Shit! Don't tell me she isn't at home either? He bounced up the stairs to the second-story bedrooms for a final check. The panting and moaning sounds of fucking were oozing from the master bedroom.
Hank froze just outside the door. Shit, fire! Grace was fucking someone else. He couldn't break in on that! But who could it be? His father-in-law? No. Harold had to be at work. So was his brother-in-law, Tom, and Tom's best friend, Chuck. So who in the hell could she be fucking? His curiosity got the better of him and he gently, slowly, eased the door open and peeked in the room.
At the first shocked view, Hank didn't understand what in the hell was going on. Grace was on top and fucking a huge cock into someone. But Grace didn't have a cock! Hank pushed open the door and walked into the room for a better understanding, a better look. GOOD CHRIST! It was Trudy underneath Grace. Grace was fucking Trudy! But that wasn't possible. Then he saw the straps around Grace's perspiring, glistening ass hillocks and realized Grace was wearing a dildo. But he still didn't understand. Hell! He had always given Trudy all the fucking that she wanted. Why would she allow herself to be screwed by a dildo? It didn't make sense! But just listening to Trudy's moans of salacious enjoyment and watching the huge, fat, glistening pole saw in and out of her love-juiced oozing cunt thickened his own cock and started him breathing faster with excitement.
Shit, fire! He had never watched while others fucked. He was fascinated by the way Trudy's gripping, pink, shining cunt-lips held onto the withdrawing pole as if reluctant to allow it to escape, then seemed to open and yawn in welcome as the wet, long phallus was slowly, lustfully, lasciviously driven into her silken-haired fuck-tunnel.
There was no doubt that Trudy was enjoying herself. Her nervous, dainty hands were fluttering about Grace's back and her velvet, glowing, perspiration-dampened thighs were locked over Grace's waist. Even Grace was trembling and quivering with excitement. But how could that be? Grace's pinkish-white, glittering ass-mounds would tighten as she lunged the massive dildo into Trudy, then relax as she withdrew it. Even Grace's tiny sepia hole seemed to convulse and yawn with the effort.