by Jack Allen
She put her arms around him and held him tight. Her pelvis moved in a hard thrust. His pelvis moved back and forth with her. Still in her hug, Scott lowered her to the bed a little more quickly than he had intended and came down on her. She groaned but kept thrusting her hips.
She managed to work herself over to the edge of the bed somehow. Scott wrestled with her arms to hold onto her. She started to slide off and he was afraid she was going to pull him down with her. He would definitely hurt her if he fell on top of her from the bed. She was hanging half on the bed and half off the bed. Her head was on the floor. Her ass was on the bed. Scott was holding her by her hips. Her legs were still closed around his waist and she was grinding her pelvis madly.
“I’m cumming,” she shouted. “Please give it to me.”
Her hips were bucking up. Scott had no choice but to give it to her. By the way she was moving he couldn’t have held his come back any longer if his life had depended on him keeping it. He was pumping his hips furiously. He could feel it coming. He screamed and exploded inside her. When she felt it filling her womb, Mrs. Turner screamed as well.
Scott pulled her legs, pushing his groin into her as hard as he could again and again. His cock was throbbing hard, painfully. He swore he could see the bulge of the shaft in her flat stomach.
Mrs. Turner was twisting her upper torso side to side. Her hair flew around her head. She looked like he was torturing her. Her screaming actually worried him. He had never known a woman to have so violent an orgasm.
Her writhing hips gradually slowed. Even then she refused to release him from her grip. Her legs were not clamped as tightly around him but it was still as if they become attached at their groins.
She rubbed her eyes sleepily. Her legs slackened their grip. Scott held her hips and continued to churn his pelvis with hers. He put his thumb on the nub of her clitoris and pressed lightly. Mrs. Turner cooed softly and her hips thrust more firmly. She opened her eyes, smiling at him.
“That was wonderful,” she said with a sigh. Her legs slackened and she slipped from him to the floor. Scott held out his hand for her. She got up on her knees, took his hand and he pulled back onto the bed. She laid across his warm body. “Why did you ask me if I was going to get pregnant?”
“Because your husband insisted I wear a condom.”
She snickered. “That sounds like him.” She toyed with his penis. “I had my tubes tied so we could make love every day and not have to worry about condoms. I hate those things.”
“Me too,” Scott said.
“I’m glad you did anyway,” she said. “My daughter is too young to be having a child.” She was looking at the penis in her hand with a puzzled expression. “How come you’re still hard?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” Scott said.
“Didn’t I make you come twice already?”
“Yeah.”
She looked at him. “How can you keep it up after all that?”
Scott shrugged. “I don’t know. I just do.”
She turned around and got up on her hands and knees. “Maybe you’d like to show me how you do that,” she said, looking back at him from under her bangs. She stuck her ass up in the air in his direction. “Maybe I can teach it to my husband.”
When Mrs. Turner finally came down the stairs, Colleen breathed a sigh of relief. Her friend had been up in her bedroom with that young man for more than half an hour. She was almost afraid to go up there. The room was bound to be a disaster. She had never heard so much noise from two people making love. It had started then went quiet and started again. The second time lasted longer than the first. She was almost afraid Scott was killing her friend. If she hadn’t been screaming his name so loudly, along with so many other adjectives and pleadings, she might have thought he actually was.
But why was she coming down alone? Where was this Scott she had brought with her. Why was he still upstairs? Mrs. Turner was glowing and she had a smile that was beaming from her face. Colleen rushed over to her at the bottom of the stairs.
“Where is he?” she said.
“He’s getting dressed,” Mrs. Turner said. She sighed wistfully.
“Why did you leave him alone?”
“I told you, he’s getting dressed.”
“So how was he? Was he as good as your husband said?”
“He was better. Much better. My husband only told me how big he was. He never mentioned anything about how he was as a lover.”
“And you say he’s hung?”
“Trust me. I’ve seen a lot of equipment before but I’ve never seen a man who could come close to his size.”
“He can’t be that big,” Colleen said incredulously.
“He is. Don’t take my word for it. Go up and see for yourself.”
Colleen looked up to the top of the stairs.
Scott pulled his sock up and slipped his feet into his shoes. He stopped to rub his cock in his pants. The fresh memory of what he had done with Mrs. Turner still had him turned on. What and incredible woman she was. She had worn him out. He had to rest after they finished to recover. He was, however, growing stiff again as he reflected back on the sight of her terrific body writhing and thrashing uncontrollably beneath him. The idea that Casey was going to grow up with the same lustful drive turned him on even more.
The bedroom door opened. He looked up, expecting to see Mrs. Turner returning. He was ready if it was her and she wanted to do it again. Instead, it was Colleen. She looked at Scott, then her eyes glanced around the room. He remarked to himself how striking this woman was. Her light blouse and skirt only hinted and secret charms hidden beneath.
“It’s not as bad as I thought,” she said, noticing that the bed was not so neatly made as she had left it, but was nowhere near the disaster she had expected to find.
Scott looked around. “I straightened it up,” he said and resumed tying his shoes. Colleen shut the door.
“You’re developing quite a reputation in this city, young man,” she said, leaning back against the door.
“How so?” Scott said.
“In the first place, you’re the best hockey player from this part of the state in twenty years, or so my husband constantly tells me. And now I learn you have a certain way with women.”
Scott shrugged his shoulders as if dismissing the claim. “I’m afraid I don’t have a way with women.”
Colleen smiled. She moved forward like a lawyer addressing a courtroom. “I think you do. Let me prove it. As I understand it, you’ve dated many more than your share of women, and not all of them from this city.”
“Have I done something wrong?”
“On the contrary. I’m trying to determine what it is you’re doing right.”
Scott leaned back on the bed. His erection was swelling the front of his pants but he was not ashamed to let her see. “How do you know all this stuff about me?”
“I have my connections. Remember, I’m the Mayor’s wife, and he is very fond of this city’s hockey star, proud of you as if you were his own son. But I’m sure you are aware of that.”
“I am,” Scott nodded.
“He even admires you for being such a ladies man, as if that is the proof of your virility as a great hockey player. But now I think I know how you do it.”
“Do what?”
She put her hands on her hips and looked sexier than ever. “Don’t try to deny anything. Now, personally, I couldn’t care about your achievements as a hockey player. Shelly has told me something interesting about you and I think it explains without a doubt your proficiency as a lover. Now I’d like you to show it to me, and don’t try to hide it from me anymore.”
Scott gave in, grinning. He couldn’t believe this was actually happening, even though he probably should after everything that had happened in the past few days. He stood up to unbuckle his pants. Colleen watched him with unconcealed interest. Scott let his pants fall to the floor once more. Colleen’s eyes grew wide, then a smile crossed her lips.
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sp; “My husband is a big man in more ways than just politics,” she said as she moved toward him. “I can only venture to guess what he would think of his favorite high school hockey star if he had to measure himself up to you.” She put her left hand on his shoulder and reached down for his cock with her right.
“I would never want to hurt the man’s feelings,” Scott said. He began to unbutton her blouse. At the same time he kicked his shoes off and managed to remove his socks with his toes.
“Don’t you think his feelings would be hurt by what you’re doing right now?”
“I’m sure they would if you made it a point to let him know what you were doing today while he was working so hard to maintain the city.” He pushed her blouse open and deftly unclasped her bra.
“You can rest assured that I will do no such thing,” she said, as Scott bent forward to lick her nipples. She was stroking his member vigorously. “It would ruin my husband’s career if anyone else found out what his wife had been up to.”
Scott stopped and looked into her eyes. “I’m a hockey player, Mrs. Murphy. I’m not out to get anyone.”
Colleen paused to listen to him then continued stroking his cock more firmly. “I can appreciate that Scott,” she said, smiling seductively. “And you can call me Colleen.”
Scott smiled back to her. It occurred to him then that he did not know Mrs. Turner’s name. After being so intimate with her that day he felt it was important to know her first name.
“I’ll remember that Colleen,” he said and went down to his knees in front of her.
She watched him go down, wondering what he was up to. He put his hands on the outsides of her stocking calves and slid his hands over the sheer fabric up under the hem of her skirt. Colleen sucked in her breath.
“Your beauty is beyond words,” Scott said. “Your body would make a young girl envious.” His hands moved around to the insides of her thighs, right at the tops of her stockings.
Colleen snickered. “You have the tongue of a devil,” she said. “And the penis of a bull. How can I be sure Theresa didn’t conjure you up using a pentagram on the floor?”
Theresa? Scott thought, then he realized she was referring to Mrs. Turner. He laughed. “I hardly consider myself a beast from another dimension,” he said. “But if you wish to think of me as a demon who’s been brought to this world to ravish you and Theresa until you scream for mercy, you may.”
He pressed his fingers tenderly into the warm patch of fabric over her pussy.
“Oh Scott,” she moaned.
She put her hands on his shoulders to hold herself up. Scott quickly whipped his shirt off then pushed her skirt up to her hips and pulled down her panties.
“Lift your foot,” he said.
She lifted each foot and he removed the narrow straps from around each ankle. He pulled the skirt back down over her legs and removed it completely. She was standing before him like a goddess naked from the waist down, her bra open and her silk blouse hanging off her shoulders. Scott was bowed naked before her at her ankles as if he was paying homage to the beauty of the goddess he worshipped. If she were ten years younger, he knew he would ask her to marry him.
“What are you going to do?” Colleen asked as Scott gently spread her knees apart. Scott did not answer. As if in reply he leaned forward and kissed her thighs. “Mmmm,” she purred. Her eyes closed and she spread her thighs a little wider. His sensitive lips touched the insides of her thighs. She began to squirm. She could feel his warm breath on her hot skin. She looked down at him. His head was nearing the dark, wispy hairs that made a V shape where her lithesome thighs came together. She could see his pink tongue sticking out of his mouth. He licked her pussy and she moaned.
Scott lifted her thigh and slung it over his shoulder. This opened her vagina to make it more accessible to his probing tongue. He licked her lips gently, sliding it back and forth over the soft, wet folds of skin. Colleen used one hand to support herself on his shoulder and put her other hand on his head to tangle her fingers through his long, shaggy locks of hair.
Scott held her luscious thighs while he poked his tongue into her cunt. This did not turn out to be the easiest position to give a woman head. She seemed to be enjoying it nonetheless. He could feel her trying to keep her balance while he licked and he could hear her soft moans when he pushed his tongue into her a certain way. He remembered not to rush when he was doing this. Constant, gentle pressure and friction felt much better and was more effective that fast, hard rubbing. The technique seemed to be working on Colleen.
“Oh yes ... oh yes,” she sighed.
She began to orgasm. Her eyes went blank and her knees went weak. She hardly felt herself falling but never felt herself hit the floor. Instead, she opened her eyes and found herself in Scott’s strong arms. He was carrying her to the bed like she was a bride on her wedding night. She looked into Scott’s eyes. He smiled at her briefly and set her gently on the bed. He looked so strong and handsome standing over her like that, like a knight who had just rescued her from a dragon. She knew he was about to make love to her with his enormous weapon and she couldn’t wait for it. Her anxiousness made her squirm. He was moving around to the foot of the bed. His cock was hanging between his legs like a huge tree branch. From this perspective it looked even larger. The thought of him putting that thing inside her made her tremble with fear and excitement.
Scott spread her knees. She was laying limp on the bed, her arms at her sides, her mouth open and her eyes staring at his cock. She tore them away from his member and looked into his eyes. He could feel her trembling in his hands and he could feel the goose bumps all over her skin. Her nipples were hard points at the tips of her perfect breasts. He was probably just as excited as she was.
He thought about removing her stockings but decided to leave them on, as well as her open blouse and bra. It gave him a sense that she was bound in some small way, especially since her blouse constricted the movement of her arms.
He moved onto the end of the bed between her spread legs. He hooked his arms under her knees and pushed them up over his arms, which raised her ass off the mattress as he moved her legs farther back. Her knees were locked into the bend at his elbows and her wet cunt was brought almost straight up to an exposed position.
Colleen couldn’t move her arms very much but she was able to reach down between her legs and hold her hand open for his penis. The long, thick, fleshy object fell into her hands like an offering from her servant. She stroked it like she was milking a cow’s udder. Scott was in no way like a cow, of course, but more like a champion stud bull with an entire ranch of women waiting for him to service them. She did, however, expect to get milk from him, and a lot of it.
It really was longer than any other penis she had ever seen. Through high school and college she had spent a great deal of time in bed with Theresa, her best and closest friend, and a variety of well hung jocks and other studs. They usually enjoyed sampling men at the same time but rarely got the chance after they both married. The last time they had been together in bed with a man had been years ago, just after their daughters had started school together, when she treated their young real estate agent to a special treat for closing on their new house and getting them such a great deal. Of course, they would have taken him to bed whether he had done anything for them or not, but that was beside the point.
Her labia looked like they had parted on their own, as if they knew what was going to force their way past them and had already prepared themselves for the intrusion. Colleen brought the head of his cock down to that wet opening, where she rubbed it over the wet lips to coat it with slick juices before she moved it to her tight opening. She bit her lower lip as she inserted it. Her face was fraught with concern and concentration.
Scott pushed it in gently and Colleen whimpered, so he eased up. She continued to pump the hard shaft in her small hand as she watched it gingerly force its way into her body. Scott watched her carefully. Her stomach muscles and neck muscles were t
ight. There was a touch of perspiration on her upper lip. He knew he had to be gentle here or he might cause her some damage. Her lips were spreading to accept him. He knew, however, that it would take some more work before he could enter completely without hurting her.
He worked a couple of extra inches into her then worked them back out, leaving just the head inside her. She was watching him intently and panting like she was in labor. Scott worked those few inches back into her, left them there a moment and withdrew them once more.
“Do you want me to stop?” Scott asked in a soft, even voice.
“Not on your life,” Colleen demanded, not looking up from her pussy, where their bodies were joined.
Scott grinned. He was feeling extremely horny. This illicit act with the Mayor’s wife was going to be very good. His performance with Mrs. Turner had taken the edge off his appetite and he could go for a unbearably long time without feeling the need to release his orgasm. He moved himself forward, lowering his weight onto her. His huge pole began to sink into her.
“Oh my God,” Colleen moaned. Her eyes were wide as she watched it pushing into her through her fist, but then she could stand it no longer and her head fell back to the pillow with another deep groan. “Oh Scott ... oh Scott,” she whispered.
He could see the arteries in her neck pumping. Her teeth were clenched together. He had managed to ease more than half his club into her fragile body and it was still going. He began to move his cock in and out at a slow pace. Her hand was still wrapped around the shaft. It was moving through her loose grip. She licked her lips.
“It is as if I was a monster from another dimension,” Scott began. She looked up at him. “And I am attacking the beautiful Princess in her own castle.” She laughed. Scott continued. “The Princess has allowed herself to succumb to the charms of the handsome knight but it was he who turned out to be the demon in disguise.” Colleen laughed again. Her face turned red.