Dick Larged - Lovers On The Side

"Of course, honey," Grace said. "As long as you don't become angry at me for screwing your husband. Bring him over. Your father has gone to the ballgame and your brother is out somewhere." Trudy was elated.

"Now don't get mad," she told Hank and explained it all to him.

Hank hid his delight in the opportunity to fuck Grace and reluctantly consented. "As long as you don't mind," he said sober-faced. "I understand it's for the good of our marriage, but that's the only reason why I'll do it."

Grace met them at the door and instructed Trudy to say downstairs and watch television. "This will take awhile," Grace said. "Just forget what we'll be doing upstairs. It's better that way." And they went up to her bedroom and closed the door.

Trudy lasted downstairs all of five minutes, then her jealousy and curiosity got the better of her and she sneaked upstairs and listened through the door. Nothing! She couldn't hear a damn thing. She gently opened the door a crack and was damn near overcome with carnal desire.

Hank was fucking her mother! Oh good God in Heaven! Good God in Heaven! His pussy-wet stiff prick was sawing in and out of her mother's clutching, grasping cunt and they both moved in up and down, in and out, salacious, luxurious, lustful movements.

Trudy counted the strokes as her groin and stomach muscles spasmed and knotted in lascivious, wanting, craving desire.

One-two-three-on and on, up past ten, fifteen, and God only knew how many before she stopped counting. How does she do it? Why is Hank lasting so long?

Hank's ass began to pump up and down faster, his reddened thickening prick was sawing in and out. Her mother's gushing cunt was clinging and drawing, swallowing and spitting out his marvelous cock. Hank was cumming! He was finally cumming.

"Stop!" her mother commanded, but Hank continued his frenzied fucking.

"I… can't," he panted. "Oh God! Gaww-"

Wwaaccckkk! The stinging, ringing sound of a slap cracked over the room as her mother slapped Hank. His pumping stopped and he relaxed.

"There!" her mother's voice said. "Now just let it soak a moment, then we can do it some more." Trudy remembered Chuck asking her to slap him. So that was it. When they start to cum, hit them.

Hank began to wiggle and gently pump his wet, stiff cock in and out of Grace's cunt. "Ohhh yesss!" her mother cooed. "Fuck me, honey. Run that wonderful cock in and out of my starving hole."

The words, the movement and the faint lustmusk fragrance of exquisite glorious fucking got to Trudy. Her cunt was gushing love juice and the need for a prick or anything to be in her insistent, craving chalice was overpowering. She couldn't break in on Hank and her mother; she was supposed to be downstairs. She did the next best thing. She hurriedly unzipped her slacks, hooked her thumbs on her slacks and panties and jerked both to her ankles. Then she splayed her knees, hunched out her throbbing, wanting pussy and stuck two fingers into her burning, frenzied, passion-starved cunt.

Trudy lay back against the wall, her eyes closed, listening to the erogenous sounds of fucking that were coming from the bedroom and rubbed and pinched a profusion of precious, sensuous, ecstatic, mini-cums from her erect, ravenous clitoris.

Then, as if her gluttonous, lascivious fog were a dream, an enormous, scorching, spongy cock head was probing its carnal delights against her oozing, drooling vulvas and forcing its way into her raging fuck-cavern. It was so explosively rapturous that her knees damn near gave way. Trudy opened her lust-lidded eyes and through her submissive craving made out her brother's grinning face.

"You don't have to do that, sis," Tom said. "Get your hand away. I'll fuck you!"

Trudy, in her craving need for explosive, erotic relief, knew it was Tom's scorching cock that was pressing against her wanton, drooling pussy, but she didn't care. She looked from his long, boyish grinning face, down his lanky, thin body to his monstrous cock that was standing out and away from his skinny belly like some grotesque fleshy bat.

"Oh God!" She moaned at the size and beauty of his prick. It was larger than Chuck's, much larger! It was thicker than her wrist and, God forbid… looked almost as long. As if in a trance, Trudy removed her hand from her raging clitoris and gripped the glorious, heated, alive appendage. Just the feel of the inner throbbing and tantalizing salaciousness of the prick reeled her senses and convulsed her groin and vaginal muscles into knotted, yearning carnal desire.

"Put it in, sis." Tom whispered. "Put it in. You'll like it."

Trudy moaned in agony. The distant voice was once more screaming in her brain. "Incest! That's incest! You can't fuck your own brother! You'd be worse than the slut you already are. Don't do it. Flee. Flee!"

Trudy was being torn apart. She couldn't allow her own brother to fuck her! Yet her belly, her groin, her womb were thrashing and demanding a relief that only this marvelous, searing, throbbing muscular cock could supply.

"Nooooo!" she agonized and shook her head. "I can't. You're my brother.,That's incest. Incest!" Still she held onto his throbbing, hot wonderful cock and even stroked up and down its length. She couldn't have it, but she couldn't let it go.

At that moment, her mother's insistent, cum-harvesting voice begged from the bedroom. "Ohhhhh Hank. Hank! Fuck me harder. Harder! OH GAWWDDD! I'm ccccuuuummmminnnngggg!"

"Hear that?" Tom whispered into her ear. "Ma's fucking your husband. He's getting satisfied. Your own mother is fucking him. Why shouldn't you enjoy yourself? What's the difference who gives you pleasure? A prick is a prick, and isn't mine a beauty?"

"Nooo!" Trudy continued to shake her head and stroke the iron-hard, alive, massive gristle.

"You want it in you, don't you?" Tom reached up and mashed her ravenous, straining, voluptuous breasts and continued to whisper in her ear. "You've never had one this big put in you, have you? Do you know what a cock my size feels like inside of you? Ma knows! I've fucked her and now she is fucking Hank, your husband."

"Noooooo!" Trudy threw her head back and forth in terrible, lustful desire. She couldn't fuck her brother, no matter what Hank was doing. Still, even as she shook her head, her hand, acting independently of her will, pulled Tom's sensuously hard, pulsating prick to her carnal, craving, tumultuous cavern and hunched for its glorious entrance.

Tom damn near laughed out loud when Tru placed his cock head at her drooling, burning cunt. He had conned her. He had her. He was finally going to fuck his beautifully stacked sister. He forced just the cock head into her tight, salivating, torrid fuck-cave, then paused while Tru moaned, quivered and had a mini-cum. Oh! did he ever have her, but he didn't want to fuck her this way. He pulled his cock out of her clutching, hot hole.

"Not this way," he told her. "Let's go to my room and do it right."

After that first, stretching, ungodly, ecstatic, heavenly entrance of his enormous prick, Trudy would follow him to hell for more. She stumbled over her slacks and panties that were bunched about her ankles. She kicked them free and trotted after her brother into his bedroom.

"Now just stand there a moment," Tom said, as he walked around her removing his shorts and stopping by the bed. "Let me do it my way. First, take off that damn sweater and bra."

Trudy was impatient and slightly embarrassed. "Why?" she said. "Let's just do it. Come on!"

"No," Tom stopped her. "I've wanted to screw you since you first started to grow those lovely tits of yours. Now I'm going to do it right. Take it off."

Trudy did. It was humiliating! But here she stood, naked in front of her brother. What in the world was wrong with her? Up until yesterday, not even Hank had seen her completely bare. She had always worn a shortie nightgown to bed and removed it in the dark. Now not only was she naked in front of her brother, but she was going to fuck him. Oh God! What was wrong with her? Why couldn't she turn and leave this house?