"Oohhh!" Hank's body strained toward her hand. "Stop!"
She did, and once more watched him struggle for control. His lovely, reddened, slightly swollen prick stretched until the skin was transparent, then it jerked once, twice. One teardrop of clear, viscid fluid oozed from the wee opening, and Hank relaxed.
"Ha!" he said. "That's two!"
Maybe it was the pre-cum glistening on the top of Hank's cock-knob or maybe it was his moaning, his straining in erogenous joy or maybe it was the terrible knotty pain that was grinding up in her womb, but Trudy couldn't wait any longer. She remembered Chuck's iron-hard, lustrous, thick, large passion-hammer straining and jumping, twitching and thrashing as it spit globs of molten, fiery jism deep within her cunt and bathed her entire body and soul with an indescribable rapture.
She was panting slightly from desire, but couldn't seem to control herself. Her mother said five to ten times a day for a month! Oh fuck! What did her mother know? Hank had lasted longer this time than last. "Let's do it," she breathed at Hank, cupped one of her voluptuous, quivering breasts and offered herself to him.
He grinned. "All right!" and he rolled onto her.
Trudy felt his burning cock head enter her fiery fuck-furnace. She felt the sponge-rubber, steel-hard cock plow and ram deep into her craving chalice. She felt her pussy muscles squeeze and cuddle her sensuous, fervent horn and experienced the first mini-explosions of majestic orgasm as their pubes met and meshed.
"Oh honey, that's good," Hank cooed in her ear and slowly withdrew his salacious erotic prick to his glans-penis and slid it back up her ravenous, cum-slick, eager fuck-canal.
Twice! And he hadn't cum! Oh Jesus! Jesus. Let him be cured. The erogenous, luxurious goodness was beginning to swell and expand deep in her groin. The hot, sawing movement of his cock across her clitoris was agitating and emitting electrical currents of insatiable lust to vibrate throughout her belly and legs, her stomach and tits, her arms and brain. Oh! He was going to do it. He was going to stay on her long enough for her to cum.
"Oohhh fuccckkkk!" Hank bellowed and pistoned his cock in and out of her insistent, starved cunt twice more, then rammed to the pubes and jerk-cummed inside her.
A mini-orgasm of teasing splendour rippled through her when his boiling jism splashed in her fuck-cave but that was it. Hank had cum and she could cry. He rolled off of her, mumbled something and went to sleep, but not her. It took several hours and four "Sleepie" pills to calm her agitation and dull the thrashing want that ground and ached so deep within her womb.
Trudy didn't want to waste Hank's awakening piss hard-on. She passion-kissed him and-rubbed her sleep-soft, glowing breasts against his chest while gently caressing his prick. "Care for a jack-off, honey?" She brushed her lips across his. Hank hugged her and offered his cock for an answer.
Maybe it was because of his piss hard-on. Trudy had heard a man could last longer if he had to urinate, but in any case, it seemed she stroked his hot cock an awfully long time before it swelled and threatened to explode. "Stop!" She jerked her hand free and waited as Hank strained. He didn't shoot off. When he relaxed, he apologized, "I've got to go pee, honey. Don't go away."
When Hank got back his hard-on was gone. So the whole bit began again. The kissing, the rubbing. His hard, muscular hands gently, but insistently, fondling and squeezing her voluptuous, quivering breasts. Oh shit! She was ready! She wanted Hank so desperately that her whole groin and belly cavity was one huge blob of agitated, erotic, glutinous desire. She reached and felt his erect prick, rolled him over on' his back and began the second jack-off.
As she kissed and bit on Hank's lower lip while stroking his provocative, glowing prick it took all of her willpower and determination not to roll onto his intense, salacious body and impale her gushing cunt on his fervent, volatile pole. "Stop!" he shouted and again fought the battle.
Trudy watched him strain. His body was a quivering board, his prick a reddened, twitching, bewitching fuck-wand that blotted out the present and amplified her terrible need that was ripping and twisting her groin into a harvest of lustful desire.
His wondrous prick jerked once and a clear tear drop of. viscid cum bubbled out of the reddish purple pee-hole and sat on the knob like glistening nectar of the gods. Hank relaxed.
"Stopped it again." Hank breathed heavily. "But that was close."
"Let's… let's do it differently this time," Trudy heard herself say and her mouth was drawn toward the radiating, lascivious jism drop.
"Differently?" Hank didn't understand until he saw his beautiful bride of three weeks dip her head over his throbbing prick and felt her scorching, velvet lips encircle the head of his cock. "Oh fuck!" he moaned, and gave himself up to her blow job.
Hank had never been sucked off in his twenty-three years. He couldn't stand queers and had never dated a girl who had gone down on him. He felt his fuck-horn being swallowed into his bride's torrid, salivating, voluptuous mouth and completely forgot the reason they were doing all of this. As Trudy's searing tongue licked and probed around and under his glans-penis and her sharp hard teeth gently gnawed ecstatic ripples of luxurious, intense elegance from his cock, he felt his balls cascade and bounce, ricochet and spasm inside his scrotum.
Hank couldn't stand it. He had never felt anything so fuck-demanding, or captivatingly exquisite. He grabbed Trudy's head so she couldn't get free, screamed, and blew his load in her carnal gluttonous mouth.
Trudy didn't care that he had cum. Even if he had ordered her to stop, she knew she couldn't have. The first taste of his salty, slightly chloride jism-drop had blown all her reason. She savored his alive, throbbing, hot prick. She loved the luscious, erotic deliciousness of the spongy, glowing pole. She felt his prick thickening and straining prior to orgasm and sucked harder for the goodness. When the boiling jism splashed in her mouth, her own belly quivered and popped with a frenzied, mini-orgasm of rapturous splendour. She let loose when the jism stopped leaking and Hank's prick began to shrink.
"Oh, that was heavenly!" Hank hugged and kissed her. "But I'm afraid it didn't do our program any good."
"You'll harden again, after some breakfast." Trudy was afraid to ask, but she did. "You don't think… I mean, it was all right that I did that to you, wasn't it?"
"Oh, anytime, love, anytime," and he kissed her. Trudy's ache came back.
They ate, and for the next three hours Trudy jacked Hank off and stopped just before orgasm six times.On the seventh, Trudy couldn't control her craving any longer. She' rolled onto Hank's reddened, sore prick and drove her cunt up and down his wonderful wand for the relief she had to have. Hank lasted eight swift thrusts, just long enough for the doors of Trudy's craving desire to crack open, then he came! Fuck! She was left stranded again and was hurting worse than ever.
As Hank recuperated by watching the Saturday baseball game, Trudy fought for her sanity. She would make up some pretence to go to her mother's and let Chuck fuck her again. She would take a cold shower. She would go to the corner bar and pick up a man. She would masturbate. She would… would? Oh God! She could do none of it. She wasn't brought up that way. She wanted relief so terribly badly; still the voice way back in her brain shouted her every desire down. She would have to train Hank. That was all there was left if she hoped to live with herself. Still, could she survive another month of playing with his wonderful cock while suffering so terribly herself? The answer was, no! She needed help. Her mother's help. Yes! Oh dear God, why hadn't she thought of it sooner. Her mother had been through. this. Her mother knew exactly what to do. Trudy called to see if she were home and free to meet them somewhere.