A Girl Named Thumper Ch. 04

“No. Just fuck me.”

She instantly became a wild woman like someone had turned a switch inside her. She started moaning and screaming and tossing her body wildly. He had to move fast to keep up with her. In her clothes she was mild, timid housewife who made no attempt to impose on anyone, but when she took those clothes off she became a passionate, lusting, sex-starved animal who would fuck the first man who came near, very much like Casey had been when he got her clothes off.

She grabbed his arms and rolled him over on top of her. They went over once more and almost rolled right off the bed. Ethan had to grab her to keep her on top of him. She didn’t seem to notice that she had been in any danger. She rolled over again in the opposite direction and he wound up on top of her, locked in a grip by her legs that could have snapped a weaker man’s back. It hurt like hell anyway but she didn’t seem to notice that, either.

Her eyes were closed. She was tossing her head and screaming. Nothing else in the world mattered except for the penis that was inside her right then, and Ethan had a tool to make a woman rejoice.

Ethan could not move. She had him locked to her body to keep his cock deep inside her and their pubic mounds pressed together. She was doing all the moving for them. Ethan could hardly breathe, either, but she wasn’t doing the breathing for both of them.

If she was like this when she got started, Ethan thought as she rolled him over one more time, what was she like when she came? Her lovemaking was like she was wrestling with him, except that she would not let him go for a second. She threw him all over the bed, pulled all the sheets out and tossed the pillows around the room but she never let him pull his dick out even an inch. She made more noise than a whole room of horny women all having sex at the same time. He hoped she was going to come soon. He couldn’t keep up with her for much longer.

Ethan put his arms around her and pulled her up off the bed. She rose like a dancer in a glorious ballet. Her head was back and her arms were straight out over her head. She never let him free from the hold she had on him with her legs. When she was straight up she was almost touching the ceiling. Her bangs fell down just over her eyebrows. She looked down at him with a wide grin. She looked more sexy and mysterious than ever.

She put her arms around him and held him tight. Her pelvis moved in a hard thrust. His pelvis moved back and forth with her. Still in her hug, Ethan lowered her to the bed a little more quickly than he had intended and came down on her. She groaned but kept thrusting her hips.

She managed to work herself over to the edge of the bed somehow. Ethan wrestled with her arms to hold onto her. She started to slide off and he was afraid she was going to pull him down with her. He would definitely hurt her if he fell on top of her from the bed. She was hanging half on the bed and half off the bed. Her head was on the floor. Her ass was on the bed. Ethan was holding her by her hips. Her legs were still closed around his waist and she was grinding her pelvis madly.

“I’m coming,” she shouted. “Please give it to me.”

Her hips were bucking up. Ethan had no choice but to give it to her. By the way she was moving he couldn’t have held his come back any longer if his life had depended on him keeping it. He was pumping his hips furiously. He could feel it coming. He screamed and exploded inside her. When she felt it filling her womb, Mrs. Turner screamed as well.

Ethan pulled her legs, pushing his groin into her as hard as he could again and again. His cock was throbbing hard, painfully. He swore he could see the bulge of the shaft in her flat stomach.

Mrs. Turner was twisting her upper torso side to side. Her hair flew around her head. She looked like he was torturing her. Her screaming actually worried him. He had never known a woman to have so violent an orgasm.

Her writhing hips gradually slowed. Even then she refused to release him from her grip. Her legs were not clamped as tightly around him but it was still as if they become attached at their groins.

She rubbed her eyes sleepily. Her legs slackened their grip. Ethan held her hips and continued to churn his pelvis with hers. He put his thumb on the nub of her clitoris and pressed lightly. Mrs. Turner cooed softly and her hips thrust more firmly. She opened her eyes, smiling at him.

“That was wonderful,” she said with a sigh. Her legs slackened and she slipped from him to the floor. Ethan held out his hand for her. She got up on her knees, took his hand and he pulled back onto the bed. She laid across his warm body. “Why did you ask me if I was going to get pregnant?”

“Because your husband insisted I wear a condom.”

She snickered. “That sounds like him.” She toyed with his penis. “I had my tubes tied so we could make love every day and not have to worry about condoms. I hate those things.”

“Me too,” Ethan said.

“I’m glad you did anyway,” she said. “My daughter is too young to be having a child.” She was looking at the penis in her hand with a puzzled expression. “How come you’re still hard?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” Ethan said.

“Didn’t I make you come twice already?”

“Yeah.”

She looked at him. “How can you keep it up after all that?”

Ethan shrugged. “I don’t know. I just do.”

She turned around and got up on her hands and knees. “Maybe you’d like to show me how you do that,” she said, looking back at him from under her bangs. She stuck her ass up in the air in his direction. “Maybe I can teach it to my husband.”

When Mrs. Turner finally came down the stairs, Colleen breathed a sigh of relief. Her friend had been up in her bedroom with that young man for more than half an hour. She was almost afraid to go up there. The room was bound to be a disaster. She had never heard so much noise from two people making love. It had started then went quiet and started again. The second time lasted longer than the first. She was almost afraid Ethan was killing her friend. If she hadn’t been screaming his name so loudly, along with so many other adjectives and pleadings, she might have thought he actually was.

But wait a minute, she thought. Why was she coming down alone. Where was this Ethan she had brought with her. Why was he still upstairs? Mrs. Turner was glowing and she had a smile that was beaming from her face. Colleen rushed over to her at the bottom of the stairs.

“Where is he?” she said.

“He’s getting dressed,” Mrs. Turner said. She sighed wistfully.

“Why did you leave him alone?”

“I told you, he’s getting dressed.”

“So how was he? Was he as good as your husband said?”

“He was better. Much better. My husband only told me how big he was. He never mentioned anything about how he was as a lover.”

“And you say he’s hung?”

“Trust me. I’ve seen a lot of equipment before but I’ve never seen a man who could come close to his size.”

“He can’t be that big,” Colleen said incredulously.

“He is. Don’t take my word for it. Go up and see for yourself.”

Colleen looked up to the top of the stairs.