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!

Hank had showered and shaved. When he emerged from the bathroom, his tall, broad shouldered, narrow waisted, athletic body wrapped with a towel around his waist, his curly black hair glistening over his handsome, boyish twenty-three-year-old face, Trudy's knees positively turned to jelly. She backed to the bed and sat with love and desire shining from her eyes.

"No. No." Hank grinned and shook his head. "You're mine now, all mine. Take off that nightie and let me see what I married!"

Hank watched Trudy rise and slowly unbutton the flimsy bit of silk. When she dropped it to the floor and stood naked and smiling before him, Hank's senses reeled. She looked exactly like a younger Ann Margaret of the movies, only sexier if that were possible.

Just the sight of her eighteen-year-old flawlessly complexioned beauty, her billows of wheat colored hair, her liquid green eyes, so desirous and smoldering with promised passion, her tantalizing, pouting, sugar sweet lips, her pinkish-white voluptuous, sensual figure, sent him spinning into joy and gladness. He was in love with her; she was his wife and he would finally get to fuck her.

She was such a beautiful, sponge rubber soft, warm, dream girl that he had never in his wildest hopes ever thought he would possess her. Yet here she was. She was small, five feet or so, but perfectly proportioned. Her magnificent, velutinous breasts stood straight out like jello-molded sugar melons and were topped with pinkish areolas and wee, straining nipples. Her skin was a pudding soft, youthful pinkish-cream that dipped from her voluptuous globes to a perfectly sculptured tiny waist, then swelled to slope to the satin roundness of her tender resilient hips, then concaved down in a gradual, exciting gentle decline to merge with sensual thighs, dimpled knees and symmetrically perfect calves.

Her leg muscles were a sensual promise that was hidden beneath pinkish-white satin skinned pureness. Although her legs were straight and full from knee to luxurious, covered mons he knew he could almost encircle her tiny upper thighs with his hands.

"Oh God damn!" he groaned. "Get in bed, honey, get in bedl" And he jumped in beside her.

Hank wanted to suck and gum her delicious velvet domes of heaven, to finger-fuck her trembling clitoris until her sweet, virginal cunt was gushing with love-juice before he attempted to enter her and 'break her maidenhead. But he couldn't wait.

"Open your legs," he panted and worked between her hot, silken thighs. He couldn't lie on her quivering, eager, singeing body and place his cock properly. "Put it in!" he panted "Get it in right. Hurry!" Already his nuts were boiling and growling with explosive cum.

Trudy was willing. She didn't need, nor want any preliminaries. Ever since Hank had first kissed her as a sixteen-year-old, she had waited for this moment. She wanted his cock in her. She needed his cock in her. She had been carrying around terrible love knots in her belly for too long. She gripped Hank's thick, eight-inch, fiery prick and centred the masculine hammer directly over the tiny maidenhead opening. "Push!" She was almost breathless in expectation. Now she would know! Now she would finally receive relief.

Hank lunged into her virgin cunt. Trudy felt the hot head of his cock rip and tear her hated maidenhead.. She groaned from the pain in spite of herself. When the pain subsided, Hank's cock was barely past her cunt entrance, but was spitting and spurting jets of boiling jism.

"OOOOHHEH GAAAAWWWWDDDDD!! " Hank bellowed through his clenched teeth, then lay still. He wasn't all the way in her! He didn't even have two inches in her, and he had cum! What? How? Trudy was dazed, she didn't understand.

Hank withdrew his still leaking cock and walked to the bathroom in embarrassment. "I'm sorry!" he mumbled over his shoulder. "I was too hot! I'll do better next time."

But he never did.

That was Trudy's problem and why she had come over to see her mother. For the two weeks of the honeymoon and this last week at home, Hank had only progressed to getting his wonderful cock completely in her to the hilt before cumming. Other than this terrible desire so deep in the labyrinth of her pussy, Trudy had felt nothing but a warm, incandescent glow of promised ecstasy that never came. It was driving her crazy, she was losing her mind!

"OH GOD! Chuck! Chuck! Aaaaaaaaawwwl Shiiittt!" Trudy peeked around the door. Grace's face was contorted and her head was flailing back and forth against the pillow as she screamed and clawed at Chuck's back. Her mother's perspiring legs were splayed and she was up on her toes, back arched and fuck-bumping for more of Chuck's pile driving, cum-slick reddened cock as Chuck drove his monster in and out, in and out of Grace's leaking, grasping, clutching cunt.

Ohhh! Trudy moaned in uncontrollable desire. Her mother was cumming, was experiencing God only knew what erotic delights. Trudy couldn't help herself. Her hands acted independently of her brain. As she watched, she reached down quickly and drew up her skirt, pulled down her panties, and plunged two fingers into her craving, drooling, fervent cunt. "Don't!" her brain screamed. "Don't, you whore, you slut, you bitch! Get your hands away from your privates. Are you insane? Nice girls don't do such horrible things!"

Still, as if another person, Trudy plunged and withdrew, plunged and withdrew her now slobbering fingers and felt the only relief she had been able to get these last three weeks grow and rise an build.

The sight of Chuck's cock disappearing and appearing, in and. out of her mother's dripping, grip ping cunt almost hypnotized Trudy. It was bigger than Hank's, much bigger, and larger around too What would it feel like inside of her? What would any cock feel like moving inside of her? What was the feeling like? It had to be almost out of this world. Her mother's face and body were tensed as I in agony, but Trudy knew she wasn't. So what dig it feel like? Was it better than this?

Trudy felt the first scintillating waves of majestic goodness spark from her tight, barely used fuck chalice. As always, along with the feeling came the weakness in her legs. Trudy turned away from the bedroom and slowly sank down the wall to a splay legged sitting position as she rubbed and finger fucked her aroused, ardent, oozing burrow.

"Shameful bitch!" wailed her brain, but Trudy didn't care. She had never brought herself to climax by masturbating before she married. She had listened to the voice in her head and didn't do such filthy things. But now that she had been broken an experienced just a dabble of erogenous joy, along with pounds and tons of hurtful, love-knot frustration, now she masturbated for relief… ever though it left her worse off than before. Since the first time she tried masturbation (after Hank's third attempt, the second day of their honeymoon) and achieved a soaring height of joy she had never before known, she had not been able to control herself whenever she thought about fucking and she touched herself.

She lay against the wall, eyes closed, and rubbed her gratifying radiating vulva. Oh, that felt good Gooood! She wiggled her fingers in her torrid pussy, opening them, scratching while pumping slowly in and out. Ohhh myyy! She gently rubbed up her still tight cunt lips and tingle-teased her erect, vibrant,clitoris.

"Oooohhhhhhhh!" escaped her lips as a bolt of pure salacious splendour quivered her body and heated her soul. She was close to climax and completely out of this world. She lay and massaged great, luxurious, exquisite, electric sparks from her clitty and floated on an enchanting erogenous cloud.

"Well, my goodness!"

Her mother's words floated into her lascivious, caressing trance and popped Trudy's eyes wide open. Her mother was standing naked before her, a knowing amused smile on her damp lips.

"Been peeking, have you? And got yourself carried away. Right, love?"

Trudy was in shock. She was so embarrassed she wanted to die. She jerked her hand from her still drooling pussy and closed her legs. "I… I…" She didn't know what to say.

Her mother's smile turned to tenderness. She seemed to understand. "Hush, dear. I'm sorry I spoke. It was cruel of me. You didn't interfere with me… and I'm sure you saw Chuck and me, didn't you?"

Trudy nodded.

"Yes." Her mother nodded. "Well, what can I say? He's not your father. I've been screwing other men." She quickly smiled. "Boys in Chuck's case and I have been for years. Your father knows it and understands. So. Now you know. Do you hate me?'

Trudy knew by the tone of her voice that this simple question meant the world to her. "Oh no!! " Trudy called out and got up awkwardly, her leg. tangled in her panties. Trudy pulled them up straightened her skirt, then put her arms around he mother. "Of course not, Mother. I understand!"

"You understand?" There was puzzlement it Grace's voice. "Did you know?"

"No." Trudy released Grace and felt worlds better about what she wanted to talk about. She had caught her mother screwing another man than he father, and her mother had caught her master. bating. The air was clear now; she could talk woman to woman. "It's just that I have a persona problem that I wanted to talk over with you and didn't know how to begin. Now I do."

"Personal? Is there something wrong between you and Hank?"

Trudy nodded.

"He's chasing other women or something?"

"No! No! He just… I mean… oh hell! He doesn't stay in me long enough for me to orgasm. I'm going crazy, Mother!"

Grace nodded.as if she knew. "Come sit on the bed and tell me about it while I dress."

Trudy checked the room. "Where's Chuck? He didn't see me, did he?"

"No. He's showering in there." Her mother nodded toward the bathroom. "Go ahead, I'm listening."

Trudy poured out the whole story, finishing with "And I'm irritable, touchy. I jump at everything Hank says and snap at him and cry. I don't know what's wrong with me. I don't know what to do! You have to help me, Mother. If I keep on like this, he'll leave me, and it's not my fault. I just can't control myself."

Her mother looked saddened. "I know. like mother like daughter!"

Trudy was confused. "What does that mean?"

"That's exactly the reason why I sleep with other men besides your father. Oh. He's not like Hank; he doesn't have a problem with pre-entry ejaculation. It's just that I'm a nymphomaniac, and I'm afraid, so are you!"

"I'm a what?"

"Now, now. Take it easy!" Grace patted the air. "A nymphomaniac is just a woman who cannot get enough loving from a man. Lord! There are times I can screw until my pussy aches. But, it isn't all bad. You can learn to live with it. You make adjustments and everything is fine."

"But I can't be a nymph… whatever the word is! I've never even had an orgasm with a man! And, I don't want any other man. I want Hank. That's why I married him; I love him. All I want is Hank to last long enough for me to climax… or whatever is supposed to happen."

"Sure honey, sure." Her mother sat on the bed and took her hand. "I know you think that's the problem, but it isn't, believe me. I've been through it. Hank's pre-entry ejaculation is nothing. He can be taught to control it. I'll tell you how it's done. But first things first! Your agitation is because you haven't been able to climax. This is what we have to solve, and fast. You see, if Hank keeps trying and failing, this aggravation will continue to build just like steam in a boiler until you finally blow your top. When that happens, you could hurt yourself or someone else. Maybe Hank. You read about it all the time in the papers."

"Hurt Hank! No!" Trudy shook her head. "Never, I wouldn't!"

"Not intentionally, honey, but believe me, you will. You go nuts after a while. You read it all the time where a woman will cut or shoot her husband or lover to death. Most of the time it's over sex. Now, you can prevent this. There is a natural safety valve."

Trudy was beginning to suspect what her mother was driving at. "You don't mean sex with someone else?"

Grace nodded. "Until Hank is trained."

Trudy shook her head violently. "No! No. I couldn't! It's impossible. I've never allowed any other boy to touch me. I just couldn't!"

"Yes, you can!" Grace's expression was deadly serious. "You must. Now, I'm your mother. I know what I'm talking about. It happened between your father and me when we were first married. We've never told you brother and you, but I stuck a knife in your father and he damn near died in the hospital before they sewed up the artery. And," Grace emphasized, "your father was screwing me every morning and night at the time. But it just wasn't enough. So don't tell me you can't. If you love Hank, you must. Besides what's wrong with sleeping with another man as long as he can do the job, and it will save your marriage?"

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.