Free Thumper's Friend Part 1 by Jack Allen

Nothing else in the world mattered except for the penis that was inside her right then, and Scott had a tool to make a woman rejoice.
          Scott 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.   Scott could hardly breathe, either, but she wasn’t doing the breathing for both of them.
          If she was like this when she got started, Scott 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.
          Scott 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, Scott 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.   Scott 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.   Scott was holding her by her hips.   Her legs were still closed around his waist and she was grinding her pelvis madly.
          “I’m cumming ,” she shouted.   “Please give it to me.”
          Her hips were bucking up.   Scott 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.
          Scott 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.   Scott 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.   Scott 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