“Rumor has it you could be in need of some consoling, John.”
I vaguely recognized the soft voice, a barely audible combination of syrupy honeydew and husky seduction. Or so I hoped. I could have used some seduction in my life right about now.
I turned slowly, diverting my attention away from the soccer field full of adolescents where my son’s coed team was playing against one of their rival middle schools. Presuming, of course, that there can be such a thing as a true rivalry in suburban middle schools.
The sun was bright and the Mid-Atlantic breeze was surprisingly warm on this late October afternoon. I was not disappointed, but exceedingly surprised, by what I saw when I turned, the owner of that voice.
Jayne Harrington. Yes, that Jayne Harrington. A full-fledged, first-ballot card-carrying member of the AMT. That’s All-Mommy-Team to the uninformed, a soccer mom disguised as a MILF, or vice versa. Who just happened to be, quite possibly, the biggest cunt in town.
You see, Jaynie Lee Harrington was one of those moms who showed up at her kids’ athletic events attired as if it were an excuse to show off the latest and most expensive fashion trends and accessories.
Which is exactly what it was for Jayne, married to perhaps the most prominent neurosurgeon in the state. Any public appearance, even something innocuous as a Saturday soccer game, was an opportunity to flaunt both her elaborate wardrobe to the other mommies and also her fabulous body to the less-than-subtly drooling daddies.
A stunning early-forties redhead, Jayne looked like a cross between Debra Messing of Will and Grace fame, and Christina Hendricks from Mad Men, perhaps less a bust size or three. Her personality, though, was pure Lindsay Lohan. Narcissistic, condescending, and self-absorbed.
In fact, the only person in town who was more universally loathed was her husband, Doctor Jim Harrington. Doctor Jim, you see, could never be bothered hob-nobbing with the masses at something as mundane as his daughter’s soccer game. Even on weekends, he was usually off performing brain surgery, or rocket science, or some such scientific marvel.
Hence, Jayne’s appearances at the kids’ games were usually confined to sitting in her late-model BMW on the hillside parking lot and gazing down upon the activities like some royal highness on a veranda. But, hey, someone had to pick up her kid, right? So Jayne reluctantly attended to her maternal duties with this begrudging realization.
Jayne rarely, if ever, mingled with the other parents, honking her horn at her daughter at the conclusion of the game and speeding off to the bliss of her solitude, no doubt to fund the nearest mirror.
And that explains my profound surprise when I was actually spoken to by Jayne for the first time since I attended the annual Chamber of Commerce charity ball, about ten months ago, when we were seated at the same table.
My date that night was my now-former girlfriend, one smoking hot Hispanic lady, Marta Gutierrez. Marta resembled Salma Hayek, with one glaring exception. Marta’s tits were much nicer than Salma’s. And Christina Hendricks’, for that matter. Marta was as tall laying down as she was standing up, and she was one of the few females on the planet who not only was not intimidated by Jayne, the two actually seemed to enjoy each other’s company. Probably in the way that a female praying mantis gossip to another about their respective man-eating sagas.
In the last few weeks, Marta was kind enough to inform me that she was rising up the social ladder that she so diligently craved to climb, dumping me for the assistant attorney general for the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania, who just happened to be an heir to the family’s substantial real estate holdings.
I was acutely cognizant that Marta only enjoyed the pleasure of my companionship for one reason. “Seven-and-a-half inches of sausage-thick man meat.” That was Marta’s own description one evening as she struggled mightily to gobble me whole with her impossibly plump and moist lips.
Not that I minded being used as a sex symbol for my Brazilian bombshell. I always knew it was just a matter of time until some guy’s wallet trumped my non-financial package.
Little did I know, until now, that Marta used that evening at the Chamber social to brag to her new bestest bud, one Jaynie Lee Harrington, the most intimate details of my girth and carnal stamina.
Before I could even open my mouth to reply to Jayne’s comments about being “in need of some consoling”, Jayne lowered her designer sunglasses which probably cost about as much as my monthly mortgage payment. This revealed her sparkling blue-green eyes, and she cooed, “Isn’t that right, El Caballo? Marta traded your substantial talents in for some attorney? Tsk, tsk, silly girl. You most definitely could use a consolation prize, and I have quite the idea.”
“El Caballo” was Marta’s pet name for me. The Horse. I’ve come to realize there are two true blessings about being hung. One, you can tell how cold the water is before you jump in the lake. (And deep, too!) Two, women talk amongst themselves. They talk more than men, you can bet that. And when they find themselves a well-hung man, they aren’t shy to share that fact with even casual female acquaintances, bragging about their sexual good fortune in a similar manner of a trout fisherman unexpectedly bagging the big one. But, like the trout, we all get thrown back sooner or later.
I intuitively knew already where this conversation was going. It was no secret in town that the two most despised people in town, Jaynie and Doctor Jim, detested each other as much, if not more, than the rest of us mere proletariats. And urban legend had it that Jayne took frequent ‘stress-relieving’ trips to the Big Apple to, um, sample the wares of the local young male New Yorkers, with very big apples.
“What’s on your mind as a consolation prize, Jaynie?” My question was succinct. Talking is overrated, and besides, I realize that Jayne had no interest in what I had to say. Which was just fine with me. As I stated, I can play of the role of a sex symbol without the slightest blow to my ego, believe me. I’d rather be admired for my cock than my portfolio anyday. (Though I reserve the right to alter that way of thinking as I age.)
“The kids have that Halloween party at Sabrina’s house tonight, from 6 to 10. My daughter is going, so I assume your son is as well?” I nodded in response to Jayne’s inquiry.
“Good, then we have almost four hours. Why don’t you come over after you drop Ryan off? You remember where the house is, I’m sure.”
Everyone in the county knew where the Harrington’s lived. It was located on a bluff overlooking the Schuylkill River and there wasn’t another house within a half-mile.
I had one more question. Couldn’t resist. “Where’s Jim going to be tonight?”
I watched as Jayne licked her lips while unabashedly gazing at my bulging crotch, beginning to twitch beneath my jeans. “He’s not invited. I’m hosting a very private party. Do you need to know more?”
No further questions, your honor, I thought to myself, guiding my Jeep up the winding tree-lined driveway at six-fifteen, the sky just turning black in the last week before daylight’s savings ended.
Jayne answered the doorbell quickly, and greeted me with one of her exquisite outfits. It was tasteful, as always, but nocturnally slutty. A black shawl hung over her shoulders, eerily reminiscent of Elvira’s, and covered her pale skin. She had on a silky ebony dress that was cut to show every freckle on her taut chest, obviously hard nipples peeking out beneath sheer, almost see-through material.
The dress hung just below her knees, showing her slim and shapely calves, and there was a slit on the right side that went up to her upper thigh. She wore a choker collar which served as the perfectly appropriate symbolism. Her beautiful auburn hair glowed and smelled like strawberries, hanging down over her breasts, serving as a paradox to the hint of foreboding carnal mischief that was about to ensue.
The naughty, married, red-headed witch, dressed as the devil’s daughter, looked me up and down like a lone coyote about to consume her meal and said, simply, “Upstairs. I want you in Jim’s and my bed. It hasn’t seen much action lately. That’s about to change.”
Jayne took my hand and led me upstairs to the plush master bedroom, adorned with a luxurious four-post bed. When she sat down on the edge of the bed, she coyly pulled her dress up as high as it could go without totally exposing herself to me.
I stared at those beautiful legs and my face must have shown my lust because when my eyes went back to her face, she had that knowing sparkle in her eyes and a smile that could stop traffic. And cause dicks to rise. I sat down as close to her as possible and turned to face her. She put her arms around my neck and we were kissing immediately. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer to me, feeling her press her luscious globes into my chest.
I moved my hand up her side and let my thumb brush the side of her breast. She moaned softly, pulling back slightly so I had more access to her firm tit. If it is possible for a woman in her mid-forties to have perky tits, well, Jaynie Lee Harrington certainly had them. I cupped one and gave it some gentle squeezes. As I explored her soft mound, I felt her erect nipple piercing into my palm. Giving it a gentle pinch, she moaned, and kissed me harder. So, Jaynie’s nipples were very sensitive, alert the media!
I continued to pay serious attention to her nipple through the fabric, but before I could get to the straps, she pushed me back and threw her leg over my lap, straddling me. This was a very sexual, wanton woman who knew exactly how to get what she wanted. But what she said next altered the chemistry. As she nibbled on my earlobe, she whispered, “You’re only going to have me one time, and one time only, so you better live up to the advance publicity.”
Now, when a man and a woman don’t like each other to begin with, but have undeniable mutual sexual attraction, that can mean only one thing. That the exercises to come will turn into a contest, a sexual competition, rough, hard, marathon sex, no pretense of tenderness whatsoever. Where one will outlast the other, a clearly defined winner and loser.
And I was determined not to lose. No fucking way. Mrs. Harrington had met her match today, I told myself.
With her tits only inches from my face, she pulled the straps off her shoulders and let the dress slide down to her waist. I couldn’t move. Even without a bra, they still had the same firmness that a woman half her age had…they were magnificent.
Her nipples were large, and hard as erasers. She took my hands in hers and held them firmly against her heaving tits. I took over from there, kneading her globes, pinching and lightly pulling on her nipples, eliciting a little squeal of delight from her. “That feels so good!” Her first concession to pleasure, off to a good start.
I began kissing one tit, teasing her by avoiding her nipple. She wanted me to suck her nipples so much that she tried to move so I would have to make some oral contact. Wanting to extend the teasing a bit longer, I just switched to the other tit.
“Please…” the sexy redhead whispered, “Please suck them.” How could I refuse such a polite request? Especially when I knew what was in store for her eventually.
I took each perfect tit in my hands and brought one to my lips. Rather than take it quickly, I used my tongue to lightly tickle that erect little pink knob. She responded immediately with a loud “Mmmmm….I need this.” I tickled one nipple, then the other. I flicked my tongue over each one, even pressing her tits together so her nipples were right next to each other, allowing me to gratify both of them at once.
She held my head and guided each breast to my hungry mouth. I opened wide and took one long nipple into my mouth. She cradled my head in her arms to be sure I didn’t let up until she was ready.
I flicked my tongue in rapid fashion over her nipple while tweaking the other between my fingers. She let out a guttural groan and ground her crotch into mine.
After thoroughly satisfying one, she offered up the other. I repeatedly licked and sucked and tongued her round tits. I slid my hands off her chest and moved them down her back to her incredibly sexy ass. She sighed when my hands came in contact with her ass cheeks. I followed further down her legs to where fabric met skin and then back up, but now under her dress and then under the elastic of her thong to feel her hard, taut ass. She gasped as I pulled her bottom toward me, directly over my aching cock. I had no doubt she could feel my hardness because my own shorts were not constricting it at all.
She was grinding herself again as she released my head from her breasts. She reached down between us to finally feel the stiffness that was poking into her. When she got there, her eyes grew wide. She felt along the shaft and gasped, “Oh fucking my!”
She practically jumped off my lap and knelt on the floor wide-eyed. Without her on my lap, the tent formed between my legs was able reach its full potential. She reached out and stroked it with her palm. “You’re…. bigger…. than..than I’ve ever felt. A lot bigger! El Caballo! Wow!”
With her free hand the married vixen went directly for the zipper and button on my shorts, deftly freeing me from my prison. I lifted my hips and she tugged the shorts down and off. Jayne threw them to the side, her eyes never leaving my hard cock, which was standing straight up.
I chose to go ‘commando’, since boxers of briefs seemed somewhat superfluous, knowing the task at hand tonight. She ran her fingers lightly up and down my shaft, admiring it, desiring it. She grasped it with both her hands and my big purple helmet was twitching ‘hello’. Her hands stroked my cock very slowly, as I moaned my approval and felt some pre-cum ooze from my slit.
She leaned forward and lightly licked all around the head and then finishing with the tip, lapping up the clear liquid. She began licking and kissing the head much the same way I teased her nipples, lightly.
“Paybacks are a bitch, huh?” she cooed. “But well worth it,” I replied.
She kissed her way down my shaft, and then rubbed my cock against her soft cheek. She looked up at me with that model-pretty face, her eyes shining with unbridled lust. God, that was driving me nuts. When she licked her way back up to the head, she was greeted with some more droplets.
She opened her mouth to take me in, and I watched as my head disappeared into her mouth. Unfortunately, not used to a bigger cock, she couldn’t take me all in. She maneuvered herself to get into different positions, but to no avail. My thoughts were entirely on emptying my balls into this little vixens mouth, and soon, so I confess I grew a bit impatient when she stood up suddenly.
She kissed me again, long and hard, rubbing both small hands along my hard-on. She slithered the rest of the way out of her dress, then she lifted my t-shirt over my head. She ran her fingers through the tufts of hair on my chest, feeling my muscles spasm under her sensual touches.
Jayne positioned me at the side of the bed, while she climbed up onto it. She got on her back and let her head hang over the edge, her mouth now level with my cock. I was a bit confused until she reached out and pulled my cock toward her lips. “I will be able to get all of you this way” and she slowly pulled me into her. I noticed that in this position, it was a straight line from her lips down her throat.
Inch by inch my cock entered her mouth and I could soon see her throat expanding. It wasn’t long before my balls were resting on her nose, and I was literally down her throat. She gently pushed me back out, I guess so she could breathe before filling her lungs, and pulling me back in, this time using her tongue more extensively.
“This is incredible,” I groaned, unwittingly. I didn’t want to concede the pleasure myself, but I hadn’t had a blowjob quite this way before. With that, she smiled with my cock between her lips and raised the stakes. Her throat muscles closed around my cock and basically squeezed it.
I couldn’t control myself and I starting pumping, fucking her hot mouth. She kept her hands on my hips, but did not slow me in any way. As I pumped away, I looked down her body and saw her tits jiggling with each thrust, moving in unison. Looking further, she had her legs pulled up, spread wide and I could see the wet spot puddling from under her thong panties.
Between this amazing blowjob and the sight of her body splayed before me, I lost it. I pushed my cock down her throat and felt my balls tighten, my cock throbbing, emitting a massive eruption of cum blasting down deep into her oral cavity. The first spurt gushed down her throat, but she pushed me back so that the following bursts would be in her mouth. She swallowed each one completely, holding the last one in her mouth to savor the taste.
This round most definitely went to Mrs. Harrington, it was unanimous on all of the judges’ cards.
Feeling my knees going weak, I stepped forward and leaned against the bed for support. She sat up and, licked her lips seductively, and asked, “How was that?” Barely able to stand, much less talk, I replied “Unbelievable. Where did you learn that?”
With a cocky smile, “Oh, I like to practice different positions. You liked it?” We both laughed and she crawled up to the head of the bed and placed her head on the pillow, inviting me to join her. I mustered all my strength and fell into her arms giving her a very appreciative kiss, tasting the residue of my salty cum on her tongue. Feeling her sex-starved body pressing firmly against mine, I found some renewed energy.
I ran my hands over the length of her body, enjoying the softness of her skin and the involuntary reactions her body had to my touch. I bent down and kissed each of her tits again, suckling her nipples, before kissing my way south. Her breathing got heavier as I moved closer and closer to her pussy. Her legs spread for me as I positioned myself between them, peeling her thong aside.
When I finally saw her bright pink pussy, my dick sprang back to life. Her pussy was very well groomed, the pubic hair trimmed to form a perfect ‘v’. Her clit was swollen and protruding, begging for some attention. As I knelt there admiring her body, she placed her legs up on my shoulders. I ran my hands up along her thighs to her calves and back down again. “You have the sexiest legs!”
“Thank you. I can’t wait to wrap them around you, El Caballo. Your third leg is incredible.” Hmmmm, a compliment. I was beginning to warm up to Jaynie Lee a bit, even maybe liking her, just a teeny bit. Perish the thought.
I stood and grabbed both of her ankles, dragging her to the end of the bed so that the bottom half of her body dangled over the side and began kissing her gams, starting at the lean, muscular calves, toned by hours in the gym. I made my way to her inner thighs and couldn’t take my eyes off my prize, her dripping wet pussy. Her sweet earthy scent was driving me fucking crazy. The closer I got, the louder her moans became. “Mmmm, yes…hurry.”
I cupped her tight asscheeks with both hands, raising her up slightly. I flattened my tongue and gave her cunt a big lick. Remembering the teasing I received, I avoided touching her clit, instead driving her wild by kissing and licking her lips. She was definitely a moaner!!! I would alternately push my tongue inside her wet hole then lick her lips, making her whimper with delight.
“Uuuuuggghhhh, oooooooooohhh, mmmmmmm, that is so good. Ooooooooo!” Without warning, I roughly tugged at the string on her thong and ripped it to shreds with one violent pull. She squealed, and I wasn’t certain whether it was in delight or consternation, knowing that a two-hundred dollar thong was history. Probably a little bit of both, I shrugged, continuing my march northward.
She gyrated her hips to get her clit any contact with my lips or tongue, smearing her tasty pussy juices all over my face. “Make me cum, please make me cum!” I opened my mouth wide and covered her clit and as much of her pussy as I could. Using my tongue and lips, I closed my mouth around her clit, forming a sucking vacuum.
Mrs. Harrington loudly screamed “Yes, yes” and grabbed my head and pulled me in. I sucked her clit into my mouth and flicked my tongue quickly. She bucked but I held on firmly, sucking and tonguing her wildly.
I pushed one finger, then two deep into her love tunnel, pushing hard into her depths. She let out an ear splitting scream and her body convulsed as orgasm after orgasm swept through her body. I let her regain herself some before relentlessly doing it all over again and again, ending in the same orgasmic reaction each time.
Finally, mercifully, I let her calm herself and spent the next 10 – 15 minutes gently licking and kissing her juice soaked pussy, occasionally sliding my fingers into her pussy. I felt her muscles contract around my fingers, attempting to hold them inside her for as long as possible. Her gentle moans and “That feels wonderful” comments kept me going. But I needed, or rather El Caballo needed, relief again.
I kissed my way back up her body, reaching her face, and she kissed me passionately, licking her juices off my face and lips. “Mmmm, Marta never told me THAT part of your talents, that was fucking fabulous.” I leered down at her, her juices coating my lips, and I mocked her. “It’s a shame that you only wanted me once, you little arrogant cunt.”
Again, this turned the tide. Those words turned the bitchy Mrs. Harrington on tremendously. It was clear that nobody, NOBODY, talked to her this way, and it took our challenge to another level.
My cock was back to full attention and the head was resting on her bush. I moved my hips back and forth on her sopping slit, giving my cock a pubic massage. Her eyes told me she wanted my cock inside her.
She ran her fingers over my chest and toyed with my own erect nipples, before she positioned my cock at her eager pussy opening. She lifted her legs up and pulled me to her, my cock head popping inside of her heated hole, barely an inch. I looked in her eyes and wanted to tell her how beautiful she was to me, and that I can’t believe I was getting to live one of my fantasies.
Instead, I rocked just the tip of my mushroom head on her swollen labia, and told her this. “After I’m through with you, you little fucking whore, YOU’RE going to be the one who begs for my cock. And I’m going to have you any fucking time I want, anyway I want. Your mouth, your cunt, your ass, and maybe even share you with other men.” She grunted and writhed, aroused beyond belief.
I continued my verbal assault, easing my cock into her gash, which was, as Marta used to say, en fuego. “Yeah, that’s right, you’re really just a little submissive cock-slut, aren’t you, you married fucking whore?”
Her eyes widened and I knew that my entry would have to be slow. With each little push, I withdrew before proceeding again. She never protested or winced as I buried myself into her, and I resisted the overwhelming urge to slammed myself into her for my own gratification. Again, patience was the key. When I was more than halfway in, she pulled me down onto her and wrapped her legs around me. “Give me it all. Don’t make me beg!”
I took the bait, she was now playing the game on my terms. I withdrew from her, leaned under her, lifted her ass high into the air, and spit into her pink asshole, winking at me like a tiny rosebud.
“Fuck you, cunt,” I sneered, roughly plopping her back down on the mattress after smearing my saliva all over the rim of her anus. “Beg for my big cock.”
Before giving her an opportunity to respond to my demand, without warning, I gave her one big deep thrust and seven-and-a-half inches of thick, hot cock was buried in her completely. She cried out, partly in pain but mostly in ecstasy. “Yes, yes, oh God, yes!” Her response had a bigger reaction on me than I had expected so I had to hold myself still until I could regain my control. “You ok?” I asked, suddenly a gentleman again. I had bumped her cervix with such force I was afraid I had literally split her in two.
She winced up at me for a split-second, nearly hyperventilating, and then her own gorgeous face contorted into a glare, curling her lips like an angry bitch dog. “Is that all you got, you pussy? I thought you were a good fuck. Now, FUCK ME!!!!!”
She smiled and leaned up and kissed me passionately and deeply. “You know exactly what I needed, a man to control me This is so cool!” She had instantly transformed into a frolicking schoolgirl who had been caught teasing and was now being given the lesson, and fucking, she craved.
I kissed Jayne back and began to slowly stroke my cock in and out of her tight pussy. And tight it was. Doctor Jim was definitely underutilizing this incredible pussy. With each thrust, my pace increased and she matched each one until we were soon in a groove. She started moaning into my mouth as we kissed, but as our pace quickened, she arched her back, threw her head back and was moaning out of control.
“Yes, harder, yes, oh, oh, oh yes!” Her eyes were wide and she was digging her well-manicured fingernails into my back. If I wasn’t so turned on, it probably would’ve hurt. She exploded into one orgasm after another, letting out screams with each one. “God, I’m cumming! More! Give me more!” Each orgasm seemed to be bigger than the preceding one. I had to let up some, or I was sure she would have passed out from lack of oxygen.
When she regained control, she whispered, “I want your cum, now. What do you want me to do?”
“Ride me, cowgirl. Ride El Caballo.”
She gave me a huge sexy smile and she practically threw me off of her in her rush to get my pole deep inside her again. She positioned herself directly over my cock and got the head just inside her saturated hole. “Ready?” she asked. Oh, I was ready.
She dropped herself down quickly, impaling herself on my cock. The impact of the head of my cock slamming her cervix again made her shudder, probably a small orgasm. She now had the look of a woman with a determined mission on her mind, to get my cum into her pussy, as soon as possible. I grabbed her hips and she began riding me like a jockey, rising and dropping with a lot of force.
It felt incredible and I met her with upward thrusts of my own. When she reached back and gave my balls a rub, my cock went into spasms of its own and shot my second load of creamy cum into this sexy love machine. As the warm fluid filled her pussy, she screamed out as she had her own orgasm. She fell onto my chest, as we both gasped for breath. I held her tightly to me, really not wanting this to ever end.
She whimpered, curling into a ball on my stomach. “That…was by far…the best I have ever…had. No man…could hold…a candle to…you.”
“That’s nice to hear, but I am not done with you yet.”
My cock softened and slid out of her wonderful pussy. As it did, I could also feel my cum dripping onto my limp dick and belly. She gave me another kiss and turned toward my cock. She bent over, taking my tired member in her hands and proceeded to clean it with her tongue.
My dick was still very sensitive and her mouth on it felt wonderful. I pulled her to me so that she would be straddling my head and I returned the favor by cleaning her cunt with my tongue. I had never sucked on any woman’s pussy after I came in it, but the urge struck me and I loved it.
She leaned up on her elbows and brought her knees up, exposing not only her sex, but her pink rosebud asshole. She stooped cleaning my cock and peered through the gap in her legs, upside down, to watch me work on her with my tongue. Her entire bottom was damp from her pussy juice and her clit was engorged from all the activity it had gotten. Well, it was about to get some more.
I caressed the backs of her thighs, down to her ass cheeks. She sighed softly and her ass muscles tightened in anticipation. With both hands, I approached her pussy lips from each side, parting them slightly to expose her inner lips. Her scent was now mixed with my own cum, and was twice as juicy.
I glided my fingertips up and down her lips, building her excitement. I leaned into her and licked her softly. Jaynie Lee Harrington, now in complete submission to me, moaned loudly, encouraging me on. I applied a little more pressure, flicking my tongue hard on her wet lips, causing her to jump. “Ooooh, again.”
I repeated that again, each time using more pressure but a slightly slower motion. By the time I reached her clit again, she was panting loudly. I knew she was expecting me to flick her clit now, so instead, I closed my mouth over it and sucked on it hard, pulling it into my mouth.
Caught completely off guard, she gasped and began to shudder as I tongue-lashed her clit. When I did not let up, she reached back, grabbed my head, holding it tightly into her crotch, practically screaming, “Ohhhh, ohhhhhh, ahhhhhhh, yesss, YESSSS!” She came hard, giving my mouth more of her luscious nectar. Unable to move my mouth away from her clit, I eased my oral assault so that she could regain herself.
I licked and kissed her twat, pushing my tongue into her hole while pressing my upper lip into her sensitive clit. As I poked my tongue inside her, she turned around so that she was straddling me now and moved her hands from my head up to her tits. She was now sitting directly on my face, smothering me in love juice.
As my tempo increased, so did she on her tits. I watched as she manhandled them aggressively, squeezing them like melons, pushing them together and pressing them into herself. If I weren’t already turned on by what I was doing, I surely would’ve been by what she was doing.
My cock was now back to full throttle and I wanted to not only bury my member into her beautiful asshole, but get my hands on those incredible globes as well. I rimmed her anus and pushed two fingers into her tight hole all the way. She screamed in delight and bucked her hips. I pumped my fingers hard and fast, getting her hole ready for my thick slab of cock. Rather than grab my head this time, she grabbed the backs of her knees and pulled them tight against her chest.
This orgasm was the biggest one so far, soaking my face and hand. I continued pounding my fingers and tongue into her, bringing on another orgasm, although not as intense as the last. I pulled my mouth off her asshole so that I could watch her cum on my hand. Another one hit seconds after the last one subsided.
“Please…stop. I … can’t…take it! I…need…air!”
I eased my fingers out of her sloppy anus and stood up. I watched as she panted, trying to catch her breath. For a second, I thought she might be hyperventilating, but her breathing normalized, but was still heavy.
For a moment, I became worried that maybe I had overdone it, bringing her to so many orgasms one after the other. My anxiety was short-lived, however, as she jumped up with surprising athletic grace and knelt on all fours. She looked over her shoulder, spread her asscheeks with her palms, and gave me such a gracious invitation that even Emily Post would have approved.
“Take my ass, we have maybe a half-hour left.”
She even included a time limit, that was sweet.
As I eased my rejuvenated prick into her quivering rear entrance, I decided that if Jayne were duly distracted, she wouldn’t mind the initial discomfort of her anal penetration quite as much.
So, I reached up at the same time as I felt her anal muscles begin to adapt to my girth and roughly pulled her by the hair, snapping her neck back with a jolt. She grunted, and as she did, I thrust an inch or two into her tunnel and felt her expand to accommodate my girth. I pushed her down hard onto the mattress and kicked open her legs with my knees so that she was spread open lewdly, like a can opener splitting apart her can, literally and figuratively.
Her palms grasped at the now-soaked bedsheets and she crumpled them into balls with her two tiny fists as I was now about four thick inches into her bowels. I leaned down so that my chest pressed into her back and slowly ass-fucked her tight hole, whispering into her ear to continue to distract her from the searing pain that no doubt permeated her asshole.
“The worst thing you could have said to me, you stupid little cunt, was that I’m only going to have you once.” I braced myself up on one elbow and reached down to grab her by the throat, not to hurt her, but to show her unequivocally who was in charge. “You’re going to come over to my house tomorrow at two o’clock, dressed like a cheap whore, and I’m going to have a friend of mine there, maybe two, and we’re going to have our way with you, spit-roast you, DP you, and then send you back home filled and covered with cum, you understand that?”
Her only reply was a groan, which was certainly not a consent, so I thrust into her another inch and slapped her ass repeatedly until the skin on her ass was that approximate color of her hair.
“Do you fucking UNDERSTAND that?” I shouted, ignoring the grimace on her face and the tears welling up in her eyes, assuring her attention, my cock now six thick inches into her butt hole, ready to blow again.
The only way that I knew she wasn’t in pain was because her one hand had now eased beneath her body and she was exuberantly rubbing her clit into yet another explosion.
I jumped up and off the bed, stroking my cock, which was now covered in her anal nectar, and gripped her by the back of the skull, releasing my third ejaculation onto her forehead and nose and eyelid. It wasn’t as powerful as the first two, but the sticky seed still dripped down her face onto her collarbone and neck, and I watched as she collapsed into the fetal position onto the bed.
I tenderly leaned down and kissed the glob of cum on her forehead, opened her mouth, and stuck my cum-covered tongue into her mouth. One last present.
Jayne lay semi-comatose on her side as I quickly dressed, glancing at the alarm clock on the nightstand. Nine-forty-four.
“I’ll pick up your daughter at the party and drive her back home here so you have time to get yourself together, so she won’t know her mommy just got ass-fucked.”
“And I’ll see you at two o’clock tomorrow.”
The next afternoon, as my friends Jack and Del watched football on my wide-screen TV with me, the doorbell rang at two-oh-five.
There on my doorstep, dressed in a trench coat, stood Mrs. Jayne Harrington. My new consolation prize.
Just as I had suspected. I’d discovered a sub. A closet sub, and a very hot one at that.
We watched no more football that day. Maybe you’d like to hear about it.