Trudy didn't have an answer. This had all happened so fast. When she had come over here she had a simple problem. Now? Now? Oh shit. Trudy just didn't know. "But to allow another man?" Trudy begged her mother with her eyes. "I've just taken my marriage vows! I promised to love and cherish, to…"
"There, there!" Grace patted her hand. "Don't think of it that way, honey. Think of it as medicine. You have a disease. You're a nymphomaniac. While there isn't any cure, you can keep it under control."
Trudy was in anguish. She couldn't accept what her mother was saying, but she did have all the symptoms. She had become irritable, touchy, bitchy even at times; she didn't sleep well and couldn't seem to concentrate. "What do you suggest?" she snapped bitterly. "That I just pick a man off the street and do it in an alley?"
"There, there." Her mother pulled Trudy's head to her breast. "I know, it's a bitter pill, but there are… solutions."
"like what?"
"Well, do it with someone you trust," Grace chuckled. "By the way I've seen your brother Tom look at you, he would be more than willing."
"Mother!" Trudy jerked her head upright; she was horrified. "That's incest! My God! What kind of a monster do you think I am?"
"All right." Her mother smiled. "But you'll learn that a prick is a prick is a prick. How about Chuck in there?" She nodded toward the bathroom. "You've known him since you were eight or so. And," a rueful grin split her face, "he's good, real good, believe me."
Trudy looked to the bathroom door and thought of Chuck. The shower had been turned off. She had known Chuck an awfully long time. He was tall, like Hank, but nineteen and still into the long hair bit. He wasn't bad looking and he was nice enough, but other than a girlish puppy love thing when she was twelve, she had never considered him one way or another.
"Chuck?" She looked questioningly at her mother.
Her mother smiled. "He's not a stranger and believe me, honey, you've got to be relieved."
Chuck! Trudy remembered back to five-ten minutes ago when her mother's legs were thrashing the air and Chuck's thick, red, long cock was pumping in and out of her mother's grasping, cum juice spurting pussy. Oh damn. Damn! She couldn't do it with another person. She had to be true to Hank and her wedding vows. It was wrong, wrong, wrong! Still her senses reeled from the past bedroom scene. The bathroom door opened then and Trudy watched a naked Chuck stroll into the room, toweling himself. He got five feet from her before he saw Trudy, then he stopped, uncertain as to whether to cover up or run.
Trudy was paralysed in fascination and uncertainty. Chuck's huge cock hung even with her eyes.
"Well," Grace told Chuck, "don't just stand there. Come over here and let Trudy hold that beautiful cock of yours. She's shopping for a man."
Chuck grinned and stepped before Trudy, his long, thick, pale ivory prick swinging not twelve inches away from her face. "Shop away, Tru!" he said. "It's ten inches when hard!"
Trudy was trapped. The moment of flight had passed and now the contour and masculinity of Chuck's cock held her fascinated and fixed to the spot She didn't doubt that it would swell to ten inches. Its skin was a transparent pinkish-cream with tiny blue worm veins zigzagging down its entire length and disappearing in the huge purplish knob.
The voice within her brain screamed, "It's wrong. Wrong. Wrong! You can't be untrue to your vows. You have never given yourself to another man but your husband Hank. You cannot start now; you would be nothing but a whore! A tramp!" Still, as if her hand were an entity apart from the rest of her body, it reached out and encircled the warm, vibrant, alive flesh. A fervent craving, lascivious desire electrified her arm, then spread throughout her body. Oh God. God!
Chapter 2
Trudy couldn't speak or let go of the magnificent hot cock. As she gripped the warm, enchanting prick, it began to surge blood into its luxurious, sponge-rubber softness and to swell and grow and harden. Oh good God. Good God! The lustful movement, so deep within its sensuous skin, amplified and engulfed her body in an incandescent erogenous glow.
"That's it!" Trudy heard her mother chuckle to Chuck. "She's hooked. I'll get her clothes off for you." Trudy felt her mother's fingers unbuttoning her blouse, her bra strap.
"Grab it with your other hand," her mother's voice sank in Trudy's ear, "so I can slide these off your arm."
Trudy complied, but as soon as her blouse and bra were free, she gripped the rising, hardening, salacious prick in both hands. The erotic, majestic cock was now standing straight out and barely two inches from her mouth. Trudy could smell the captivating male musk of cock and could detect a trace of viscid fluid lining the knob's tiny pee-hole. An overpowering urge ached in her jaws and caused her mouth to salivate. Her lips opened and she leaned toward the captivating, erotic, fascinating cock head. "Don't!" the voice screamed in her head. "Are you insane? You have never even licked your husband's prick. Don't. Don't degrade yourself l You can't suck what a man pees out of."
"Sure!" Chuck's voice broke into her spinning confused senses. "Go ahead. Suck it!" and his hand went to the back of her head and pulled her groping mouth onto the charring, provocative prong head.
The radiating, sponge-rubber glans-penis marshmallow filled her mouth with an aroma of insatiable carnal lust. She couldn't seem to savor enough of the delicious, salacious male spigot. She wanted more of it in her mouth, her throat, clear down into her aching, thrashing womb.
"Stand up a little, dear." Trudy knew her mother was unsnapping her skirt and was trying to pull it and her panties off her hips and ass. She knew she would be naked in front of Chuck and vulnerable to rape, but she lifted her ass from the bed and allowed her mother to strip her. It didn't matter. Her mouth was filled with the most exquisite, sensuous goodness that she had ever experienced.
"Sit, dear," her mother commanded, then removed her shoes and socks. "There!" Trudy heard her mother. "She's ready as hell, Chuck! Give her a good working over. Clean her out good. She needs it. I'll be downstairs if you need me."
Trudy heard her mother's footsteps, then the door close. She was naked in the room, alone with Chuck, and she was sucking on his cock. If anyone had dared suggest such a thing a short half-hour ago, Trudy would have acted like a tiger. But it all seemed right and proper now. Not only right and proper, but nothing, nowhere, no how had ever tasted or felt quite so scintillatingly splendid nor had built her up to such heights of insatiable, uncontrollable passion.
"Here now, ho! Stop!" Chuck grabbed her billowing, thick hair and pulled her groping mouth from his throbbing cock. "Give me a break. You keep that up and I'll cum before I ever get in you!"
Trudy looked up at him with a dazed, fuck-hunger in her eyes. Grace was right, Tru was ready and did need fucking. "Get on the bed," he said, then watched her intently obey and lie expecting, and pleading with her eyes. Lord! He had died and gone to Heaven.
He had known Trudy, Tru as he had called her, ever since she was eight and Tom and he nine. But he had never really paid any attention to the skinny, gangly, pain-in-the-ass sister of his best friend until three years ago when he saw her in a bikini and with a shock realized that the rag and bone and hank of hair had blossomed into a woman overnight.
He had made slight passes to Tru over the past three years and had asked for a date on numerous occasions, but other than an occasional foursome to a rock concert, Tom and his girl, he and Tru, he had never been able to get in the ball park with her.