Thumper's Friend Part 1 (13 page)

     
Colleen laughed even harder.
 
“I don’t think you’re a monster, Scott,” she said.
 
“You’re very handsome and your penis is beautiful.
 
I don’t think it makes you a freak.”

     
“Neither do
I
,” he said.
 
They giggled at each other.
 
He leaned forward to kiss her.
 
She tilted her head the opposite way and parted her lips for him.
 
He could see the tip of her tongue between those luscious, puffy red lips.
 
His lips touched hers lightly, tentatively.
 
Her tongue poked a little bit further out of her mouth, searching for his.
 
They touched and she sighed.

     
Scott ran the tip of his tongue lightly over the delicate surface of her lips.
 
His hips rose and fell with a relaxed, deliberate motion.
 
Her arms were virtually pinned to the bed by her blouse but she was able to reach up and touch his sides with the tips of her fingers.
 
Her legs hung limply in the air high over the bed, held up by his strong arms.
 
The ends of their tongues met in the warm air between their open mouths, where they danced with each other like a moonlight waltz on a warm summer day.
 
Their lips smacked softly.

     
“Deeper, Scott,” Colleen breathed as his mouth hovered over hers.

     
What? Scott thought.
 
It took him a second to realize she was referring to his cock.
 
She was apparently anxious for more of it.
 
He lowered his weight and sunk a few more inches into her until she whimpered.
 
She was biting her lips again.
 
Her head turned to the side, leaving the nape of her neck exposed.
 
Scott attacked her there like a vampire draining her of blood, except that his kiss was far less brutal than a vampire’s bite.

     
He forced her legs to spread wider as he let
all of his
weight settle on top of her.
 
He could feel his heavy balls pressed against her soft ass cheeks.
 
Her back arched off the bed.

     
“Oh fuck,” she groaned.

     
Scott moved up to lick her ear and at the same time pulled his cock back and plunged it into her aggressively.
 
She whimpered again.
 
Her ass was squirming under her and that made his cock move side to side in her cunt while he moved it in and out.
 
She turned her head back and kissed him deeply.
 
She was moving her ass as much as she could, which was not as much as she would have liked.
 
She was his prisoner.

     
Scott’s climax was building.
 
He was pounding faster and harder into her body.
 
The whole bed shook and the noise resounded through the floor.
 
She was writhing and moaning and trying to keep her lips in contact with his.

     
“Oh yeah,” Scott grunted.
 
His orgasm peaked and his thick cum burst from the end of his cock, mercilessly washing her insides.

     
“Oh Scott ... Oh Scott,” she was moaning.

     
Scott pulled his cock out in one quick motion and
flopped
it down on her flat belly.
 
Colleen lifted her head to see it.
 
It reached all the way up over her belly to her tits and was squirting the last bits of his cum onto them, which was still enough to drench them.
 
He slid his cock back inside her then finally released her legs and
laid
on top of her.
 
She wrapped her legs around him and stroked his sides.
 
He rolled over and pulled her on top of him.
 
Colleen immediately whisked her blouse and bra off and stretched her arms over her head.

     
“You could make money at this, Scott,” she said.
 
She ground her hips, pressing herself down on his cock, which wasn’t as hard as before but was still stiff inside her.

     
Scott reached up and squeezed her tits, smearing
the cum
that was dripping off them.

     
“Are you saying I have a career as a gigolo?”

     
She smiled at him.
 
“I’ll give you a hundred dollars to make love with me when my husband is gone.”

     
“I don’t do this for money, Colleen.
 
I do it because I like beautiful women.”

     
“Good,” she laughed.
 
“Because I don’t have a hundred dollars to give you.”
 
She began to move herself up and down on him.
 
“How many times did Theresa make you cum today?”

     
“Three,” Scott said.
 
“Why?”

     
“And one more with me?
You’re pretty amazing, Scott,” she remarked.

     
“Thanks.”

     
“Do you think you can do it one more time?”

     
“We can find out.”

     
He began to move her up and down with his hips.
 
He moved his hands down to her ass and moved her with him.
 
She ran her fingers through her hair, pulled it up and let it fall again strand by strand as she rose and fell over him.
 
Her ass moved in his hands.

     
They moved slowly and deliberately.
 
Scott loved her body.
 
She had a slim, narrow waist and round, full tits.
 
She moved her body like an exotic dancer entranced by the pounding music to which she dances.
 
Every so often she opened her eyes and looked down at him to give him a flirtatious smile like a dancer who hopes to get a good tip.
 
She moved so well she almost could have been a stripper.
 
She certainly had the body for it.

     
He slid his hands up the sides of her twisting body and put them on her swollen tits.
 
Her long, silky dark hair draped down over her shoulders all the way down to his hands.
 
Barely audible moans escaped past her lips.
 
Scott thrust up hard once and her lips pursed and made an “
Oooo
,” sound.
 
Her eyes were sleepily half closed.
 
The corners of her mouth were curled up in a satisfied smile.

     
Scott was in heaven.
 
Colleen felt fantastic sliding up and down on his cock.
 
Spending Saturday afternoon with two beautiful women who knew as much about lovemaking as Colleen and Theresa was far better than watching
tv
as he had planned.
 
A couple of hours with both women
was
enough to satisfy him for a whole week.

     
She had begun to orgasm.
 
She was moving faster and faster.
 
Her moans grew louder and louder.
 
Scott knew he was not going to be able to hold himself back.
 
He only hoped he didn’t fill her up before she finished her orgasm.

     
“Oh yes,” he groaned.
 
It felt like he was draining every ounce of cum from his body in long bursts.

     
“It feels so good,” she cried.
 
Her tits bounced.
 
Her head rolled back and she groaned deeply.
 
Finally, she fell forward on top of Scott, panting and covered with sweat.
 
Scott’s cock was still throbbing and spilling seed inside her.

     
Scott stroked her hair back.
 
“You’re so beautiful,” he said.
 
He was thrusting his pelvis up and pushing his softening prick in and out of her wet hole.
 
Scott rubbed her back and squeezed her ass.
 
Her tits were pressed into his chest.
 
She was breathing hard and churning her hips to milk the last bit of cum that he had to give.
 
She raised her head and kissed him.

     
She rolled off and
laid
beside him.
 
His penis slapped against his thigh when it fell out of her cunt.

     
“I haven’t felt this satisfied in a long time,” she said with a huff.
 
She wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand.

     
“Me too,” Scott replied.
 
“If I had to satisfy two women every day I’d be dead before I turned thirty.”

     
Colleen giggled and covered her mouth with her hand.
 
She rubbed her legs together.
 
“I can feel it coming out,” she said.
 
She sat up and spread her legs.
 
Scott leaned up on his elbow and looked at her cunt.
 
A stream of thick, white liquid ran from between her tender, pink lips.
 
“Where do you get all of it?”

     
“I mix it up before I go to bed at night,” he said.
 
She giggled again.
 
She put her hand around his cock and fondled it, molding it like a firm piece of clay.
 
It was coated with sticky fluids that smeared on her hand.
 
It was soft, but the more she rubbed the stiffer it grew.
 
Scott reached over and pinched her nipple.

     
Colleen sighed.
 
“I want to blow you,” she said.
 
She rolled over onto her stomach and immediately began to suck him.
 
He grew harder in her mouth.
 
Scott gasped when she took a deep breath and began to slide his entire shaft down her throat.
 
He would never be able to think of the Mayor the same way again.

Theresa was sitting in the kitchen at the counter reading a magazine and listening to the sounds of the couple in the bedroom above her.
 
It had been like being in the room next to a honeymoon suite.
 
The sounds of the bed rocking practically shook the whole house, and Colleen’s moans convinced her that she had done the right thing by bringing Scott here.

     
She flipped a page past a sexy lingerie ad.
 
When they stopped they were quiet for a short while, then it started again with more enthusiasm.
 
They were quiet again, but they hadn’t come down yet.
 
She was anxious to discuss the day with Colleen to find out what she experienced while she was in bed with Scott and Colleen was listening.

     
The front door opened and Theresa froze.
 
If that was Colleen’s husband, she was going to die.
 
She didn’t even dare look down the hallway to the foyer out of fear that it might be him.
 
She was instantly relieved, however, when she heard two giggling young girl’s voices.
 
She looked down the hallway and saw
Kiva
, Colleen’s daughter coming in, with her own daughter, Casey, right behind her.
 
She almost shouted in surprise.
 
She hadn’t expected to see Casey until later in the evening.
 
Kiva
must have been the friend she went out to see when she left the house earlier that afternoon.
 
She closed the magazine, hoping that the rocking bed and the moaning didn’t begin again.
 
It would be a very difficult situation to explain.

     
The girls went right to the kitchen.

     
“Hi, Mrs. Turner,”
Kiva
said, her cute, young face bright with a smile.

     
“Hi, Mom,” Casey said.
 
“What are you doing in the kitchen?”