Chapter 11

At the soft creak of their front door, I stopped searching for cameras and fixed my gaze on Coach. After easing the door closed, he faced me. At his expression, my heart galloped. It was identical to the one he’d worn when I’d returned with his wife from the DiGrigio’s restrooms. As another moan escaped Mrs. Jenkins, she pushed herself into my hand. Even as her neck muscles tensed and her slick, squelching pussy clenched my soppy finger, her husband trembled. The last time I’d been in their house, he’d also given me the same look. It’d been just as I slipped past him after fucking his wife in their shower.

With his eyes tracking every forceful motion of his wife and his tongue flowing along his shiny lips, he slipped into a corner. Just as his fingers went to his straining zipper, his gaze left Mrs. Jenkins, thrusting her hips into my hand to find me. At the soft sound of his zipper descending, I flashed him a knowing grin. Okay, we’d be playing his game, too.

“Mmm. P—Please, baby. Oh, please.” At her hoarse voice, I found Mrs. Jenkins’ jade pools blazing up at me.

“Now, do you think I missed this tight little white girl’s pussy?” As I spoke, I pumped my curling finger ever faster, sending louder, wet splashes and warmth seeping over my palm.

“Yes! Yes. Please, Hiram. Mmm, hmm. Mmm. Oh. Oh, God. P—Please!” She bit into her lower lip. Her eyes were fixated on my glossy middle finger speeding into her. Begging to be touched, her angry red clit stood straight, peeking beneath her tuft, sparkling with droplets. After her lips flew open to emit another high-pitched groan, she blurted between hitching breaths. “Oh ... Oh, God. Y—Yes, baby. Mmm. Toy with me. I’m such a ... Such a nasty white slut! Aren’t ... Aren’t I, baby?”

“Yes,” I said with a grin as Coach eased against the wall, his fist gliding along his tiny purple stem and wide eyes on us. With her entire body bucking and thrusting into my plunging finger, his wife couldn’t spot him through me. Even as her hands mauled her jiggling, firm tits, I yanked my finger free in a spray of wetness. “Yes, you are.”

Before she could do more than yelp and groan, I peeled her from the couch. After raising Mrs. Jenkins’ sweat-glistening body over mine, I lay back on the chilly leather. Alive with pure lust, her white-rimmed emerald pools twinkled. A blonde snowfall, her hair was still settling when I gripped my shaft in one hand and centered her with the other. Outstretched, her fingers clawed across my shoulders.

“Fuck me, slut.”

With no hesitation, she obeyed, thrusting downwards to engulf me in—heaven. Slippery, warm, pulsating, and so alive. Pure nirvana. As my lengthy hissing exhale mixed with her moaning cry, I drove my fingers beneath her sleek tresses to grip her by the back of the neck. To keep her from spotting her husband, I buried her face in my shoulder. With wet moans burbling from her gnawing lips, she forced her hips ever lower, getting tighter and livelier with every clenching, silky inch.

As her insides pulsated, spreading to allow me deeper, the world imploded. The room blurred. Once my hands slid to her twisting hips, I pulled her further onto me.

“Mmm. That’s good. Oh, that’s it, Cindy. Oh, yes. Take all of me. How does that feel, little white slut?” I whispered while pressing my face into her swaying, silken hair. She smelled of lilac and wildflowers.

“Oh. Oh. Mmm, s—so good, baby. Oh, fuck. You’re stretching me. I’m so fucking tight. God ... It’s—you’re—amazing.” With a hitching moan, she crumpled into my arms and powered herself into a downward twist. “Fuck. So fucking big. Mmm. I need...”

“Can Coach fill you like this?” I murmured, while peering through her hair at her husband’s shadowy form.

“No! Oh, God, no way.” With a growl, she plowed into my pelvis before lifting her crimson-tinged face to stare into my eyes. “Wow. Wow, that’s ... That’s your pulse. Oh, fuck, baby. I took it all.”

“That’s right.” I grinned. “You took all my—”

“—amazing nigger cock! Inside me. Mmm, baby. Oh. So deep in my horny little white pussy.” Before I could stop her, Mrs. Jenkins yanked free of my grip to lift her body with a lengthy slurp. When she caught sight of her husband, her breath hitched. As she halted in mid-stroke, she dropped her gaze to me. Her teeth bit into her glossy, lipstick-smeared lower lip. “I’m such a nasty little slut, aren’t I, baby?”

“Mmm, hmm. My dirty slut.” After sliding my hands to her waist, she bounced faster. A golden cascade, her hair swirled behind her. “When you let”—after glancing at her husband, I returned to her with a wider grin—”Denny fuck you, who do you think of?”

At first, Mrs. Jenkins was silent. Only her nails scratched along my chest as she swayed above me. Had that been too much? The way she’d shared her dreams and thoughts, I doubted Coach knew. When she tilted her head, inspecting him, she lifted higher. Cool air slid around my glistening pole as it pulled from her tight, reddened ring. Yeah, I’d gone too far. She was abandoning me.

“You!” At the echoing cry, my heart flipped. It flopped when she plunged, again impaling herself on me with a liquid splat. “I only ever dream of you fucking me, Hiram. Only you.”

Before I could form a reply, Mrs. Jenkins growled, her nails sank deep, and she rode me like a madwoman. After flying upwards, she pounded herself ever more forcefully on my lap. As the sturdy couch creaked under each powerful bounce, my hands found her gliding hips. When she raced upwards, this time with her hands flying from me to rake through her hair, I glanced at Coach.

“Did you miss me whenever you came on his little dick?”

Again, even as she continued to ride me, Mrs. Jenkins’ eyes locked on mine. That time, I must’ve pushed too far. She’d never commented on his size. Except, she groaned, and the entire length of her velvety slick walls squeezed, clamping my throbbing shaft. As I gasped for air, with her hands clawing through the golden tresses, she stared at her husband. After a single slow nod, she returned to face me.

“Yes, baby,” she managed, before a primal groan tore free of her. “How’d you know? Mmm. Mmm. Oh, God! I’m getting close, baby. Oh. Oh. Oh, your massive fucking cock ... Everywhere inside me. D—Denny can’t do that. Fuck, none of them ... Nobody has ever done that. Oh. Oh. Oh, fuck, baby. Yes! I’m gonna—”

Any further words disappeared into a high-pitched scream. As her entire body bucked and wriggled in my widespread hands, her nails tore through her swaying tresses. After shooting upwards, she slammed down. Right as her pelvis slapping onto mine, more cries ripped from her. Wild-eyed, she bounded faster, stroking me while glancing between her husband and me. Alive with chaotic slipperiness, her entire pussy pulsated.

“So, who’s got the best cock?” Emboldened, I asked with a grin, just as her glistening jade eyes widened.

“You! Fucking hell, Hiram. Oh. Oh. Oh, fuck.” After her breath hissed through her shaking teeth, she added in a rush of words. “Mmm, baby. Oh. Best damned cock ever.” As Mrs. Jenkins’ emerald pools glimmered and her lower lip trembled, her insides spasmed ever more forcefully. “Mmm. Oh yeah, baby! Y—Your great big ... Mmm, that nigger cock is amazing. Oh, fuck ... Oh, baby. Fuck. Again. Oh. Fuck. Mmm, I’m gonna—”

Another series of echoing screams tore from her as she threw her head back to gaze at the ceiling. As she cried out, she raced higher, forcing me to grip her thin waist tighter. With every forceful impact, louder splashes spattered my legs with liquid warmth.

Then she froze. Time stuttered to a halt around us.

In mid-stroke, gasping for air through her foamy lips, she stared down at me before glancing at my shaft, glistening with her frothy, dripping fluids. Chest heaving so much her tits wobbled, she hung in mid-air with her slippery pussy walls clasping the top of my trapped pole.

After lifting her head, she gazed at her husband. Her tongue, shaking, drifted along her parted lips. Even as it circled once more, a tremor wracked her. Still, she stared at Coach. Slower and janky, her tongue moved again.

When she slid downwards, clamping my aching pole the whole slippery way to my pelvis, a smile broadened on her red-cheeked face. Although they trembled, she ran her hands through her battered blonde strands. After pushing sweat-slick hair from her shiny green pools, still locked on Coach, she again lowered her shaky fingers to my chest.

“Mmm. Oh, God. This is my cock, dear.” Her nails clawed at my sweat-slick muscles. With a slow slurping, she pushed her spreading slick warm flesh harder onto my root. Despite her long eyelashes fluttering and a whimper slipping from her quivering lips, she forced out an airy, forceful whisper. “We agreed. M—Mine, yes?”

At his gulp, I turned my head just as Coach nodded. Agreed? Had there been another change? To what had they agreed? When I returned to Mrs. Jenkins, her blazing emerald pools were fixed on me. As I sucked in air, she rose once more.

“Mmm, baby. Oh, yes. Fill my slutty little pussy.” When she sank, her insides clenching my shaft, she raised a finger to trace its nail around my open lips. “P—Please, baby.” With the smile still on her crimson face, she glanced at Coach. “Mmm, yes. Flood my little pussy with ... Mmm, oh, more of that delicious nigger cum.”

As she again lifted, I gulped. Whatever they’d agreed, I wasn’t going to complain. When I shifted my hands to spread Mrs. Jenkins’ firm little asscheeks, her blazing green eyes widened. They flared when my thumb found her little rosebud. It twitched when I pressed inwards.

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