Free Thumper's Friend Part 1 by Jack Allen Page A

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,” Scott 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,” Scott said.
          “Didn’t I make you come twice already?”
          “Yeah.”
          She looked at him.   “How can you keep it up after all that?”
          Scott 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 Scott 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 why was she coming down alone? Where was this Scott 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.

    Scott pulled his sock up and slipped his feet into his shoes.   He stopped to rub his cock in his pants.   The fresh memory of what he had done with Mrs. Turner still had him turned on.   What and incredible woman she was.   She had worn him out.   He had to rest after they finished to recover .   He was, however, growing stiff again as he reflected back on the sight of her terrific body writhing and thrashing uncontrollably beneath him.   The idea that Casey was going to grow up with the same lustful drive turned him on even more.
          The bedroom door opened.   He looked up, expecting to see Mrs. Turner returning.   He was ready if it was her and she wanted to do it again.   Instead, it was Colleen.   She looked at Scott, then her eyes glanced around the room.   He remarked to himself how striking this woman was.   Her light blouse and skirt only hinted and secret charms hidden beneath.
          “It’s not as bad as I thought,” she said, noticing that the bed was not so neatly made as she had left it, but was nowhere near the disaster she had expected to find.
          Scott looked around.   “I