Dick N. Larged

Lovers On The Side

Chapter 1

Trudy couldn't believe her ears. The sound of her mother's passion-laden voice groaned and begged down the stairwell.

"Oh fuck me, Chuck. Fuck me. Ram your beautiful iron cock into me! Oh God! I'm going to cum!" There wasn't any doubt that it was Grace, her mother's voice and that Chuck was fucking her. But the name of Trudy's daddy was Harold! What was going on? What was happening? Trudy forgot her own personal problem and bounced up the stairs.

Trudy peeked around the doorway of her mother's bedroom. Oh no! Her heart sank. Grace, her young, vivacious, ever laughing and impish mother, was lying naked on the bed, her pinkish-white lovely legs splayed and flailing alongside the thighs of Chuck Sands as Chuck pumped and pistoned his thick, reddened cock in and out of her sucking, drooling hole. Oh God! Trudy looked away and flattened against the wall. What? When? Why? Why?

Chuck was her brother's childhood friend. He was the same age as Tom, her nineteen-year-old brother. But Grace was thirty-seven. How could this happen? Her daddy was only thirty-nine, still in his prime, so why would Grace screw nineteen-year-olds?

"Oh Chuck, honey baby. Honey baby!" her mother's voice oozed around the doorjamb and eased into Trudy's ears with a strange, overpowering craving that caused Trudy's hand to involuntarily reach down to her suddenly aroused pussy and press on its puffiness through her skirt. A faint tingle of delicious goodness sparkled from her touch and echoed throughout her body. Oh Jesus! Trudy did it again, then jerked her hand away before she became too worked up and frustrated to properly discuss her problem with Grace.

Of course, it was just this sparkling, erogenous feeling that lay so deep within her belly that she wanted to talk about. The provocative promise of unknown ecstasy was flailing her nerves, disrupting her normal, sunny disposition and slowly driving her mad. Something was wrong with Hank, her husband of three weeks.

"Oh Chuck! Ohhh God damn!" Grace's lust filled, passion-dripping voice tore into Trudy's confusion like an insatiable, churning passion.

Trudy closed her eyes and tried to force the ardent, soul-satisfying plea of salacious gratification from jellying her reason. Oh God! What was it like? What was it like? She kept her eyes closed and rolled her head back and forth, back and forth against the wall. Her hands moved independently of her control to her tremendous, voluptuous seventeen-year-old aching breasts and massaged the hardened erect nipples, squeezing the pendulous globes to ease the pent-up desire.

She had gone with Hank since the ninth grade. And although she had allowed him to fondle and squeeze her passion-quivering breasts, she had refused him intercourse and not allowed him to touch her privates until their wedding night. Now, how she wished she had given in sooner. Their honey, moon had been a disaster!

They had married three weeks ago on her eighteenth birthday and flown to San Francisco for a two-week honeymoon. Oh how she had looked forward to her wedding night. From the first time Hank had kissed her, a craving desire had engulfed her reason to have his body within her. She had fought it for two years, and now, bathed, perfumed and dressed in a shortie nightgown, she could submit willingly, wantonly, eagerly, but something went wrong!