Dick Larged - Lovers On The Side

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!"

Hank was frustrated. He was buried balls-deep in his wife's precious, sucking, twitching fiery hole, yet she was begging for more. Shit! He didn't have any more. Then he remembered. He didn't have any more prick for her cuddlesome, craving crater, but how about her ass-hole?

"You want more, you little devil?" Hank withdrew his cum-slick throbbing cock and centred it directly on her crinkled, puckered, tiny sepia hole. "I'll give you more," and he lunged his prick into her ungodly tight, fervent ass-hole.

"OHH" poured out of Trudy's startled mouth. The initial pain and pleasure had almost paralysed her vocal cords. She hadn't expected his raging rammer to be stuck in her ass-hole. She was startled, then angry because it hurt terribly. "Take it out," she called. "Oh God, take it out! It hurts!"

"Easy, honey!" Hank allowed his prick to soak in the mushy sensuous softness. "You'll like it. Relax, just relax." Then he began to move and stretch her ass-tube by rolling his pelvis around her silken, perspiring ass-mounds.

The first horrible thrust-pain dissolved as Hank nudged and rolled his loins. It wasn't so bad. It reminded her of losing her maidenhead on their honeymoon. His first penetration had been terrible, then, oh yes, then! She bit her lower lip against the hurt, but faint erotic feelings caused her to move her ass counter to Hank's gyrations. Oh my! Oh my! It was an odd sensation.

Hank felt her submissive assistance and became bolder in his actions. He backed his glowing prick out of her clutching hole an inch or two, then eased it back into the delicious luxury. Oh fuck! It was better than fucking. Her tiny, virgin ass-hole was tighter and more grabbing than her salivating pussy. He lengthened his strokes from pelvis to his glans-penis catching on her ass-hole sphincter, then plunged it back in. In and out, back and forth. Oh fuck, but it was feeling good. His balls were coming out of their first cum-rejection and beginning to rumble and thrash about in his scrotum. The unholy, lascivious, ecstatic fever of orgasm was seeping from his nuts, up his sawing in and out, driving hard shaft and spreading the uncontrollable, intense feeling throughout his body. He was going to cum. He was going to shoot off in her velvety, sucking, resilient, gloriously tight ass-hole, and he didn't want to stop it.

Trudy felt Hank's intense, tumultuous, volcanic, impending eruption. His iron-hard prick had swelled and lengthened and was now pistoning in and out of her burning ass-hole with a fever of provocative enjoyment. She wasn't going to cum! She wasn't even close to the soaring, shining, sensuous surrender. But it did feel strangely degrading and ravenously wanton. She wanted the hurting, burning fuck-friction to stop, yet she wanted more of his, prick in her. She wanted him to go faster, or fuck harder or, oh shit, she didn't know what she wanted, but it was an experience to say the least. When Hank's spigot spurted boiling hot jism into her ass canal, delightful waves of elegant preciousness quivered her body and blew enchanting "ohhh's" and "awwww's" from her lips as she backed into his straining cum-jerking cock.

"Oh honey!" Hank spasmed his prick into her scintillating hole for one more last cum spurt of his finished piston, then he lay across her warm, perspiration-damp back and gasped for breath. "Did you like it, honey? Was it good?"

Trudy was going to tell him the truth, but common sense dictated not. "Oh yess!" she lied. "But it did hurt a little… at first that is."

"Yeah," he panted, "sorry. But you did like it?"

Trudy allowed her weight to roll forward and sprawled on her stomach, his softening prick still in her. "Yes," she said, "it was good, but when you recoup, we do it normal, OK?"

"Yeah," Hank agreed, but as drained as he felt at this moment, he wouldn't want any more fucking for a week. He eased his limp prick out of her tight ass-hole, kissed her back, and said, "How about something to eat?"

Trudy's womb was aching for a cock and she hadn't come close to an orgasm. She was frustrated as hell with Hank's love-making and wanted some relief. Of course, she couldn't tell him in so many words, but just to tease him a bit, she rolled on her back, splayed her still fervent thighs and hooked her soft but muscular legs around his neck. She pulled his face an inch or two from her still salivating pussy. "You want to eat something, eat my cunt."

It was the last thing in the world Hank wanted anything to do with. "Oww, later." He tried to back away. "After we eat; let me rest first."

Trudy knew he didn't want to, but damn it, she did! "Kiss it!" she said. "Just one lick and I'll let you go."

Hank thought, oh what the hell. He puckered up and gently kissed her warm, velvet cunt lips, then ran his tongue the length of her scorching, vibrant, cum-salty cunt. When Trudy moaned and wiggled and pressed her lust-musky female cavern against his spearing tongue, a spasm of masculine pride raced through his body. He was pleasing his wife. She really loved his love-making! He did it again and this time ended by flipping her clitoris with his sucking tongue.

"Oh gaawwd!" Trudy convulsed and drew his face into her chloride-seeping musk and pressed for more. That changed everything. Hank forgot he was all fucked out. He forgot he didn't like eating pussy. His efforts were tightening and straining his lovely passionate wife and writhing her body on the bed. He reached up and gripped, mashed, and gouged into her voluptuous, excited, resilient breasts and sucked her luscious, magnificent clitoris into his mouth and gummed the erogenous nipple.

Trudy shot off in rapid, rapturous, staccato bolts of pure heaven. Her womb still craved a spurting cock to wash away the terrible need, but this was the next best thing. Hank's lapping, lip-squeezing, gentle tugging and pulling on her jerking, erogenous clitty was sparking lustful, delicious, carnal electricity throughout her body. She wanted the insane goodness to go on forever, but her clitoris was becoming too tender, too jerky and the precious cum profusion was turning into excruciating pain-rapture. She pushed on his forehead and tried to break his suction grip.

"That's enough!" Her body jerked from the splendid, salacious pain. "Stop! Stop! I can't… I can't stand it!"

Hank released her throbbing clitty and chuckled. "All right, if that made you happy, will you now make me some eggs and coffee?"

Trudy lay back and gasped to catch her breath. It had been wonderful, it had been mind-boggling, but her clitoris just couldn't take any more of it. "Yes," she gasped for breath, "give me a moment." But she wasn't happy. She knew she needed more than that. She needed more cock. More, larger, fatter, harder, womb-shattering prick. She also knew she would never get it from her husband.

The alarm didn't go off in the morning. By the time Trudy opened an eye and peeked at the clock, it was quarter after seven and unless Hank got going he would be late for work. Trudy was so busy the next twenty-thirty minutes, getting Hank into the shower, making his lunch and whipping him up a quickie breakfast drink that her deep belly agitation didn't return until he pulled out of the driveway and she collapsed over coffee. Then she knew that something just had to be done.