Go for a quickie

“C’mon, Glynda,” he says, using his most charming voice. “Just a quickie, ok? You can’t expect a guy to wait for something as delectable and enticing as you!”

Without waiting for a response, Xabar closes the gap between the two of them, puts one arm around Glynda’s waist, and pulls her close. He looks meaningfully into her eyes and says, “Your mom won’t miss you for a few minutes, will she? Imagine how much more productive you’ll be once I put a bit of a bounce in your step.” He emphasizes his words with a couple of quick pelvic thrusts against her.

Glynda looks uncertainly toward the door. “I don’t know Xabar. You know how much I love being with you, but there’s a lot going on downstairs.”

“That’s for certain,” says Xabar, taking Glynda’s hand and placing it between his legs. “Just feel how much is going on down there. And just imagine how good you’ll feel when I fill things up for you downstairs.” He winks slyly as he pulls up the side of her skirt and places his palm against the front of her panties.

Glynda squirms at his touch, and her voice takes on a whining quality. “Xabar… I really need to ….” He cuts off her words with a kiss. At the same time, he slips his hand into her panties and rubs her slit with his middle finger. Inwardly, Xabar grins as he notes that she is already starting to get wet. He knows that her words of protest are a mere formality at this point.

As he gently applies pressure to his finger and slips it into her pussy, Xabar says, “Of course, I would be the last person to stand between you and your mother or your responsibilities.” With his other hand, he unfastens his pants and pushes them down far enough to free his cock. He guides Glynda’s hand to it, and she needs to prompting at all to instinctively wrap her fingers around his shaft and begin to stroke.

Feigning an attitude of resignation, Xabar abruptly withdraws his hand from Glynda’s crotch, sighs, and says, “Of course you must return to your duties. I’ll just wait up here, counting the seconds until I can taste your sweet lips again.”

He begins to step away, but Glynda’s grip on his cock tightens, holding him in place. The look of uncertainty in her eyes has been replaced with a fiery passion as she locks her lips on his and threatens to break his teeth with her determined tongue.

“My mother can make due without me for a few more minutes,” she says, releasing her hold on Xabar long enough to pull her panties off and cast them aside. “Right now, I need to make room for Daddy.”

Xabar briefly considers the incongruity of a woman only slightly younger than him referring to him as “Daddy.” Those thoughts are quickly dispelled as Glynda roughly pushes him backward, causing him to lay on the dining table with his legs hanging off the edge. Tucking her skirt up on both sides, Glynda uses a chair as a step to climb on the table, straddle Xabar at the waist, and lower herself onto him.

“I can’t wait any longer, either,” she growls, grabbing his cock and holding it in place as she sinks her pussy on top of it.

Xabar prides himself on his witty repertoire and ability to charm the ladies by turning just the right word. As he feels his cock engulfed by the barmaid’s warm, moist cunt, his rapier-sharp verbosity is instantly reduced to monosyllabic words and Neanderthal grunts.

“Fuck! Damn! Oh…. yeah…. Shit! Ooooohhhh…” he says as the horny barmaid begins to bounce up and down on his shaft. Glynda may not be the sharpest knife in the drawer, he thinks, but when she gets turned on, she becomes the girl of his dreams.

Not bothering to remove any clothing other than her panties, Glynda quickly works up a sweat with her exertions. A faint sheen of perspiration forms on her brow, and Xabar’s eyes begin to fixate on a tiny trickle of sweat that starts on her neck and slowly begins to work its way downward, disappearing between her tantalizing breasts. He reaches up and places his hands on her breasts, squeezing them through her cotton dress. He desperately wants to rip the dress open and chase after the sweat droplet with his tongue.

A low moan starts to come from Glynda as she stops bouncing and begins to grind back and forth with Xabar’s cock deep inside her. He can feel the pulsing of her vaginal muscles as growing shockwaves signal the imminent arrival of a powerful orgasm.

This is all happening a bit too fast for Xabar. Once his cock finds its way into a pussy, he generally prefers that it make its home there for as long as possible. In this case, he knows that coaxing this quickie out of Glynda was as fortuitous as he’s going to be for now, so he starts thrusting upward quickly, in hopes of crossing the finishing line at the same time as her.

Glynda’s low moans increase steadily in pitch and volume. Xabar doesn’t need the vocal cues or the increased rocking of the table to tell him what is happening. He feels his cock being gripped ever tighter by her cunt as her climax builds.

Xabar increases the speed and power of his upward thrusts. The table creaks in protest as the legs wobble back and forth under the intensity of the couple’s exertions. Glynda cries out as she surrenders herself fully to her orgasm. If it weren’t so busy downstairs, she would surely have been overheard.

Knowing that it’s now or never, Xabar finds the chair with his feet and braces them against the backrest. Using that for leverage, he bangs hard and fast, forcing his cock to piston past the vice-like grip of the spasms of her pussy.

“AL — MOST — THERE —-“ he grunts, banging so hard that his balls slap against Glynda’s ass.

That’s when the table succumbed to the stress of their activities. With a loud crash, the four table legs simultaneously shatter, sending the rutting couple falling to the floor with a deafening crash.

Despite the calamity, the land with Glynda still on top of the young man and his cock still hard and firmly inside her. They lay there for a few moments, dazed and processing what just took place. Glynda is the first to come to her senses as she looks around and sees the remnants of the shattered table.

It takes Xabar a few more moments to regain his senses. His cock’s instincts return several seconds before his brain starts functioning again. While he is still trying to figure out what happened, he automatically resumes his upward fucking. It is as if his penis is saying, “Don’t forget me! I still have some unfinished business down here!”

“Oh dear!” exclaims Glynda. She starts to climb off of Xabar, but he puts his hands on her hips and holds her in place as he continues his thrusts. “Where are you going?” he asks, as if nothing unusual had taken place.

“We destroyed this table! What will Mother say? Do you think anyone heard us?”

Xabar can’t help but roll his eyes. “How can anyone so sexy be so utterly stupid?” he thinks. Between Glynda’s orgasmic yelling and the subsequent crash, there’s probably no one this side of the river who didn’t hear the commotion. The intense longing from his blood-engorged phallus is his more immediate concern, however. He says, “Of course not! Our fall was muffled by the … um … thick air underneath the table. Now just give me a minute while I ….” He speeds up his pelvic movements.

Glynda settles back, seemingly unaware of the hard cock that is banging in and out of her. She looks around uncertainly. “I don’t know… Maybe we should…” Again, she starts to get up, but Xabar takes her by the shoulders and pulls her face toward his. “You’ve never looked lovelier,” he says, trying to smile seductively. Under the circumstances, the best he can do is a grimace. Between the exertion of attempting to achieve orgasm and the persistent pain that is radiating from his back, he considers himself fortunate to even be able to speak.

Glynda is momentarily distracted by his words and smiles sweetly. “Oh, Xabar! You’re such a gentleman!” She lowers her face to his and kisses him. Xabar’s efforts start to achieve their desired effect as he feels his cock head swell in preparation for blast off.

Just as he approaches the point of no return, Glynda abruptly lifts her face and cocks her head to one side. “Is that someone coming up the stairs?”

Xabar groans at the thought of one more distraction.