Chapter 20

As the rain pounded deep into my back, I held Mrs. Jenkins’ shivering body flat to the soggy cold grass. At the sudden tightening of her walls, air hissed from me. As she rolled her little butt, the mud slurped beneath her tiny squirming frame. Another flash of lightning illuminated the swaying trees lining her back yard. And the droplets slashing from the black sky to splash across the already flooded turf.

“Are you sure, Cindy?” I whispered into her shaking ear.

With my teasing plan off the rails, we were on her script. If she had one. I’d only ever ... Well, other than Mindy, I’d never been with a woman before Mrs. Jenkins. And I knew nothing about ... Some of my teammates had said how different it was to be in a girl’s ass. But frankly, I thought they were making it up.

As she twisted her head to stare into my eyes, rivulets of muddy water slid down her cheek. Lit by another blaze of lightning, her emerald pools flared. And the diamonds of her mud-streaked earrings glittered.

“Mmm, hmm. Y—Yes, Hiram. God, I can feel your pulse inside me. So fucking—strong. I need ... Oh. Oh. Mmm.” As a tremor sent her jaw shaking, she chewed her lips. “Fuck my ass. Make it yours. I want to...” Her gaze shifted to Coach standing behind the glass door. As a hand moved in his shorts and rapid breaths steamed the pane, her frame eased up and down in the muck, stroking me. “I need you to own me, Hiram. Mmm. P—Please.”

After she fell silent, her eyes ... I don’t know. “Widened” doesn’t capture it. They engulfed my soul. So much was left unsaid. As I raised my hips, pulling from her with a sticky slurp, her shaky mouth opened. Her thick eyelashes blinked as droplets spattered onto her trembling face. But she continued to stare at me, ignoring the rivulets gliding around her lips.

Inside her little frame, although Mrs. Jenkins’ mind wanted me to leave, her pulsing flesh clamped, trying to hold me in place. But she was far too slick, and I continued to withdraw from her with a lengthy squelch.

“Oh, God. Oh, God.” Mrs. Jenkin’s fingers squished as she clenched clumps of turf in her shaking fists. “The suction. Mmm. Mmm. Jesus, Hiram. You’re pulling my ... My whole pussy aches ... Fuck.”

After I tugged free of her with a plop, she yelped, and her pelvis splashed into the muddy ground. As her hands tore at the soaked turf, her entire body shuddered beneath me.

“Fuck, Hiram. Mmm, damn. I ... I miss you already. Isn’t that...? Oh, Jesus.” A flash of lightning caught her wild-eyed stare as a massive tremor wracked her wriggling frame. “Oh. Oh. Oh, fuck, baby.”

Once I’d raised on my arms, I slid my slick head between her tensing asscheeks. Under the slow pressing of my slippery knob, her little rosebud twitched. In rapid succession, hitching breaths pumped from her shiny lips.

“S—Slow. Slow. Slow, baby. Please go slow. It’s”—she flashed a narrow-eyed look at her husband’s silhouette in the glass before twisting to find me—”been a long while. Too long.”

Not gonna lie, I was plenty nervous. Thick and throbbing, my swollen purple black helmet glided in the tight valley between her tiny cheeks. It was large. And she was very small. When her brows tightened and her mouth parted to plead once more, I gulped.

Whatever Mrs. Jenkins was going to say disappeared into a winding moan as I relaxed, lowering myself. Just as her tight band split to roll along my tip, her fists beat at the ground. After flinging her head to the turf, she screamed into the muddy dirt. Had I hurt her? With her tensing beneath me, I froze. As my arms trembled, holding me in place beneath the freezing rain, my heart slammed into my chest.

“Keep—keep going, baby. It hurts ... S’okay. It’ll hurt at first.” As she spoke, I exhaled and sank deeper. Though constricting, the taut band slid further along my helmet. “But ... But ... Oh, yes, baby. Mmm. Y—Yes, Oh, that’s it. Keep sinking—”

Just as thunder rumbled, Mrs. Jenkins’ voice ended in a scream. Once more, the puddled grass muffled it when she pressed her face into the ground. After another push, my rim popped free within her. As I gasped, her feet kicked at the ground, sending splashes of dirty water over our legs. After she’d shoved her legs wider, muffled wet cries between chewing at glossy grass blades left her pulsing throat.

“Fuck. God. Damn. It. You’re so fucking huge, Hiram. Jesus. Fuck.” She cried out when I sank further. As they shook, her mud-covered fingers disappeared into the puddled ground. “Oh. Mmm. Ai. Ai.”

As she gnawed at the turf and squirmed beneath me, I sucked in air. With a staccato rhythm, her constricted rectum clamped. When she arched upwards with a groan to aim her mud-dripping face towards the glass door and her wide-eyed husband, my heart seized.

“He’s raping my ass, dear!” As the deluge continued, a sudden gust carried dirty, sodden strands of blonde across her face. “Hiram’s fucking my ass. God! It’s so good, baby!”

The last part was directed at me just as I shoved further into her tightness. The guys were right. Her ass felt incredible. So tight. I mean, me anywhere within Mrs. Jenkins’ little form was taut, but that was like ... I dunno. I had nothing to compare it with. It was simply amazing. At long last, I came to rest atop her once more. With my cock buried, my dripping balls were tight to her warm pussy. As her little quivering body squirmed on the muddy turf, only a warbling moan seeped from her lips into a puddle.

As she gasped for air on the muddy grass, Mrs. Jenkins’ lifting chest pushed her spine into my rain-battered frame. Lightning flashes slowed. Even as they continued to pelt us, raindrops slowed. The entire universe slowed. After a glance at Coach, now standing behind white spatters seeping down the inside of the glass door, I dropped my mouth to her ear.

“She knows all about you,” I whispered. “I told her everything. How your husband pays me to fuck you. And she doesn’t mind. I need you, Cindy. I want to keep you as my very own little white whore.”

Which was a convoluted logic stream if ever there was one. To this day, I don’t know why I said what I did. But the sound that came from deep inside that mud-streaked, rain-battered little woman impaled on my cock echoes to this day. While still not words, as her entire rectum crushed my pole, it said everything. Cindy loved me. And I loved her.

Oh sure, we’d participate in our little hired fuck/rape game. Hell, by then I was pretty sure Coach had realized there was more going on between us. But so what? He clearly didn’t mind. All of us would play our new roles. Another script. Well, really the same script, just we’d been too fearful to use it.

But out there, in the dark storm, under the chill wind-driven rain, I was gonna “rape” my lover. Because that’s what she craved. With a grunt, I pulled out until only my head was in Mrs. Jenkins’ tight little ass.

As I shoved deep, she screamed.

While Mrs. Jenkins howled like a wild beast, pegged out as a sacrifice, she bit into the grass with every forceful thrust. After adjusting to her squeezing flesh, I lifted to move ever faster. Her little pink ring pulled outwards along my glistening, vein-wrapped black shaft before being shoved back into her.

The howls became shaky groaning.

Soon, splashes in the dirty puddles radiated from her prone body as I pumped her tiny ass with powerful jackhammering thrusts. When I shifted to grip her neck, every muscle across her body rippled as a whimpering cry echoed into the next peal of thunder.

“Yes! Rape me. Rape my ass, Hiram!” Filthy water sputtered from her lips as she yelled into the storm. “Oh fuck. Oh. Oh. My clit is so ... In the dirt. Mmm. Fuck me in the mud. Take me, baby. Mmm, that’s it. Make me your whore. Your nasty ass-fucking little white whore.”

When her voice disappeared into a scream, her entire body bucked. As she sent a muddy spray splashing outwards, her rectum convulsed along my speeding rod. With a snarling growl, I shoved my hips forward to pin her bouncing ass against the soggy turf.

With every grunt, I thrust, and my flexing shaft flung jet after lengthy, thrumming jet of blessed relief into her writhing, twisting frame. As the water-slick skin of her twisting neck slid under my hand, she cried out into the rainy night. From beneath a knot of tangled, muddy hair, one of her eyes stared up at me, blinking in the ceaseless raindrops.

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