Chapter 12

“Can you stay, Hiram?” Mrs. Jenkins repeated in a louder voice.

As my swollen pole twitched, releasing another thick pearlescent ribbon onto her jiggling butt, I glanced at her husband. While still panting in the shadowed corner, Coach cocked his head. Although he hadn’t caught her whispered first request, he’d heard her that time.

Was she serious? Despite Coach not reacting, his wife’s molten green eyes blazed. Yes. Yes, she was. Very serious. With the fingernails of one shaky hand dragging through her battered blonde hair, Mrs. Jenkins smacked her glossy, lipstick-smeared red lips.

When her fingertips skimmed my bare thigh, my pulse raced. After scanning Mrs. Jenkins’ crumpled sundress pooled on the carpet and the glistening ball of lace panties beside it, I met Coach’s blank expression. Between his feet were shiny spatters. As he remained silent, only his eyes moved. In slow motion, his gaze shifted between my towering frame and his naked wife splayed out on the leather couch before me.

It was another one of those strange moments. Time had stuttered to a halt. Not gonna lie, I also glanced at my clothes and the front door. Yes, this’d been fun—a lot of fun—but to stay would ... Well, what would that mean for all of us? I’d no idea what they’d agreed to after DiGrigio’s. At the gentle press of Mrs. Jenkins’ nails on my thigh, I returned to the expectant look on her red-cheeked face.

Right as her lips parted to ask me again, I drove my hands under her sweat-slick frame. At first, Mrs. Jenkins yelped when I surged upwards to my feet, hoisting her to my shoulder. But as she settled to sway over my back, a nervous giggle escaped her. With her curled tight to me, soft, open lips slipped along my skin as I shifted to adjust my balance.

After tightening my arm across the back of his wife’s thighs, I strode towards Coach. With his dribbling cock in a motionless fist, he flattened to the wall. Despite not knowing their agreement, not understanding the role I was playing, and having no clue what would happen next, as I drew closer, I flashed him a grin. After only a brief gulp, he moved his gaze to follow the thick warmth gliding and tumbling down my body from between his wife’s dangling legs.

“Call my momma and let her know.”

That’s all I said. No “Coach.” No “Please.” And it had been the iciest tone I could muster. Nothing else left me as I passed his pale, shaking frame to climb the crimson-carpeted steps. Once inside their rose-hued bedroom, I lowered Mrs. Jenkins to her wobbly feet. When I bent to lift the covers from the mattress, she surged forward to yank them upwards in a flowing pink wave. As she flung her naked frame to the middle of the bed, my pulse hammered.

After spotting my swelling cock twitching skyward, Mrs. Jenkins swallowed. With her eyes glimmering, she tugged her view from my pelvis to peer up at me. Although shaking, her legs widened. As a tremor rippled through her supine form, her stilettos scratched along the mattress.

“God, Hiram. You’re amaz—” A lengthy hitching moan cut off her words as another shudder wracked her. With her firm tits wobbling as her chest continued to heave, she smacked those glossy red lips. “How do you...? You’re already hard again.”

While flashing her a broad grin, I crawled across the mattress towards her. When I halted to scan her naked, squirming frame, Cindy’s widening green eyes flicked between my grinning face and my swaying mast. When I grasped both ankles to draw her closer, air shot from her quivering lips.

“You,” I said, gripping my root and aiming for her white-dribbling crimson petals. “It’s simple. I want you—slut.”

Before she could reply, I shoved forward, piercing her. Mrs. Jenkins’ moan became chest-heaving, hitching breaths. Already well-lubricated with our cum, her slippery, pulsating warmth eased aside as I drove myself into her. With my hands on her thighs, the rippling muscles of her body tightened and twisted. When my again aching, fat cockhead pushed into the top of her canal, her outstretched arms tensed. Shaky scratching echoed across the room as her blood-red nails clawed at the pink sheets.

“Oh fuck, Hiram!” she whispered as her legs shook in my grip. “Jesus. Mmm, baby. Already. You’re—”

When I rocked back and forth, easing in and out of her pulsing wetness, words failed her. Instead, Mrs. Jenkins’ head arched backwards to dig into the mattress as she huffed for air. Both far-flung fists clenched and tugged on the sheets. After a shuddering exhale, she returned to stare at me, her emerald pools ablaze.

“God, baby. Would you”—her voice disappeared into a whimper as her frame writhed. Inside, her walls crushed my shaft so hard, air hissed from me. With her lips quaking, hitching breaths interrupted Cindy’s attempts to speak until she forced out in a rush—”really ... Oh, fuck, baby. You’re so damned deep. Actually, do that?”

“What?” As I spoke, my surging pulse rushed more blood into my—everything. As her clenching fists tightened, Cindy’s sleek, warm insides clenched ever quicker.

“Take me ... Oh, Jesus. Oh, fuck, baby. God, you’re so good. Fuck, I’m gonna—” Just as her blazing emerald pools widened, I froze with an impish grin, letting her pussy spasms die away. Even as her shaking jaw tensed, her eyes ignited. Still clasping the sheets, her trembling fists pounded the mattress. At last, after sucking her lips deep into her mouth, she exhaled. “Would you really drag me away, and—”

Her words died in a whimper when I lowered myself, gliding my hands along her outstretched arms to clasp her wrists. While staring into her white-rimmed eyes, I shoved deep. With a cry, she arched her heated, sharp nipples into my chest. Her heart hammered against mine. Neck straining, she sought me with her glossy, widening lips. Smears of red lipstick marked each cheek. While a soft chuckle escaped me, I lifted clear of her thrusting mouth.

“—tie your trashy white slut body down?” As I finished her question, I remained motionless above her squirming frame, only tightening my grip on her arms. With a grin, I dipped low enough that her stretching tongue could sweep my chin. “And then what, hmm? Fuck you all day, Cindy? And all night? Forever?”

Although unable to speak as her rapid breathing hitched, Mrs. Jenkins shoved her pelvis from the bed. With her eyes fixed on mine, she raised and lowered, stroking my shaft with her body. After shifting her legs to bury her heels in the mattress, she pumped quicker.

“Oh, yes, baby. Hmm, mmm. Yes, fuck me,” forced from her lips as a breathless whisper while she fucked me. “You could fuck me so hard. As much as you wanted.” With a moan from deep in her soul, she pushed upwards, slapping hard into me. “Mmm. And so fucking deep. Oh, only you, baby. Only you.”

“You’d enjoy that, wouldn’t you? Being my little white fucktoy? Using you for hours and hours?” As I spoke, she thrust ever quicker, and her breathing sped. When her eyes widened and spasms again erupted along her slippery walls, I smiled. “Come for me, Cindy. My horny little slut.”

With a growling groan, as the mattress creaked, she pumped her slick wetness ever faster along my motionless rod. As the bed bounced, the slapping of her warm solid pelvis into me grew louder. My nostrils flared with the rush of syrupy sweetness as the splashing increased.

“Oh, fuck!” After her glossy lips peeled wider, all she could do was send rapid, searing puffs across my neck before whispering in a rush. “Jesus! Hiram. Mmm. Mmm. Oh. Oh. You’re so—”

As her body arched into me to shake against my torso, Cindy screamed. The universe became a multi-hued blur as everything but her tense, warm body disappeared.

The warbling cry echoed across the room as every wriggling muscle in her frozen little frame contorted. Inside her sleek, racing pussy, a warm, pulsating fountain flooded my still rock-hard, immobile shaft. As she writhed beneath my hands, her pinned fists tore at the sheet. With her heels scratching along the mattress, her shaking legs shoved at my motionless hips.

Her eyes, liquid pools of burning jade, stared into my—soul.

At last, after her shudders slowed, Mrs. Jenkins’ sweat-glistening body collapsed to the bed. Although her descending tightness slurped around my shaft, most of me remained embedded. With each forceful beat of her heart, her tits jiggled as she gasped for air.

As the room returned to focus, the universe quieted. For the longest time, the only sounds came from her. Strained panting. The scratching of her heels and nails on the crumpled sheets. And liquid squelching whenever an aftershock sent her pussy speeding along my rod.

“Mmm, God ... Hiram ... I know I’m”—her shaking lips froze when tremors raced across her squirming frame—”a broken record, aren’t I? But damn, baby. Mmm. Mmm. You’re amazing.” After repositioning her shaky heels on the mattress, she again rose and fell, stroking me. With each slow, rhythmic motion, the bed creaked. “I’d like that. To go away with you. Just us. I’m serious. You could fuck me”—her breath hitched as another shudder forced her pussy to clamp hard. Air hissed from my lips—”as much as you wanted. I’d be your little slutty white whore, Hiram. God, you could keep right on fucking me forever. We could—”

At the squeak of a floorboard, I followed Mrs. Jenkins’ gaze to her husband. While easing across the plush crimson carpet, Coach held her crumpled red dress in one hand and glistening panties in the other. Frozen in mid-step, he flicked his wide eyes from her face to mine, before lowering to track her languidly pumping hips.

Time shuddered to a halt. My heart slowed. Mrs. Jenkins’ rapid heartbeat thundered against mine. Had he heard what his wife had just said? Unfazed, she didn’t stop. And a lengthy slurp matched each slow creak of the bed.

Again, I held my breath. I mean, it wasn’t as if Coach hadn’t known what we’d be doing. Was this part of their agreement? Every time I was with his wife, he’d watch? This was the new game we were playing? Whatever they’d decided, Mrs. Jenkins continued moving, her slippery wetness gliding up and down my cock as her heart pounded against mine.

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