Mrs. Keagan – The Proposition** **Chapter: Kitchen Reunion – The Night Continues** **Part 4 – Stairs Reposition & Hard Pounding** **(Reading Order from New Pages)**

**Mrs. Keagan – The Proposition**

Chapter: Kitchen Reunion – The Night Continues

Part 4 – Stairs Reposition & Hard Pounding

(Reading Order from New Pages)

Rebecca’s legs were trembling so hard she could barely stay upright.

Taylor’s hands guided her off his cock. The thick, glistening shaft slid free with a wet sound, a long strand of her juices still connecting them. Her pussy stayed slightly open for a moment, pink and used, before slowly closing. Cum and her own wetness coated her inner thighs.

Caption: Without hesitation, Mrs. Keagan does what she is told as she climbs off of the huge black cock, willing to assume any position he desires.

She obeyed immediately.

Taylor shifted on the stairs, then pointed.

Taylor: “Open those legs, bitch! So I can get deep in that pussy again.”

Rebecca leaned back against the wall of the stairwell, spreading her thick thighs wide, one foot braced on a lower step, the other higher. The pink dress was bunched around her waist. Her heavy breasts rose and fell with every shaky breath. She looked down at the thick black cock still standing hard and wet between them and licked her lips.

Rebecca: “Y…yes baby…

Just give me more of the cock!”

Taylor stepped between her open legs, lined the broad head against her entrance, and pushed forward in one smooth motion.

Caption: With her pussy still sopping wet from the long hard pounding, Taylor slides his cock deep into Mrs. Keagan with ease as both simultaneously let out a loud sigh of pleasure.

The wet sound of him burying himself to the hilt filled the stairwell.

Taylor: “UGGHHH!!!

Fuckk Yeah!”

Rebecca: “Ughhh!!!

Yesss! Uggh!”

Slissshhh!!

He didn’t start slow this time.

Taylor planted his feet, gripped her wide hips with both hands, and began pounding into her with full, powerful strokes. Every thrust drove the thick cock deep, forcing a sharp cry from Rebecca’s throat. Her massive breasts bounced violently. The wet SLAP–SLAP–SLAP of his hips slamming against her soft ass and thighs echoed up and down the stairs.

Taylor (internal): I’m going to give this poor teacher a going-away present that she’ll feel for the next few days.

He fucked her like a man possessed—hard, relentless, deep. Rebecca’s head tipped back against the wall, mouth open, eyes half-lidded in pure overwhelmed pleasure.

Rebecca: “Oh! oh!

Oh Oh Fuck!

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

Her hands scrambled for something to hold onto—the railing, the wall, Taylor’s muscular arms. Every thrust punched a new moan out of her. The thick cock stretched her perfectly, dragging across every sensitive spot inside her married pussy. She could feel herself getting wetter, the wet sounds growing louder and filthier with every stroke.

Rebecca (thoughts): He’s so deep… so thick… my husband has never… never felt like this… God, I can feel him in my stomach…

Taylor leaned in, one hand sliding up to squeeze and maul her heavy breast while the other stayed locked on her hip, holding her in place so he could drive into her even harder.

Rebecca: “Oh God—Taylor—

You’re going to make me—

again—!”

She came hard, walls clamping down around the thick shaft still pounding into her. Clear fluid squirted around his cock and ran down both their thighs onto the wooden steps. Taylor didn’t slow. He fucked her straight through the orgasm, forcing it to stretch longer and harder until Rebecca was sobbing with overstimulation, legs shaking uncontrollably.

Only when her cries turned into broken whimpers did he finally ease the pace—still deep, still buried, but slower, grinding against her cervix while she trembled and dripped around him.

Taylor’s voice was low and rough against her ear.

“Still not done, Mrs. K…

I’m going to fill this pussy one more time before I let you rest.”

Rebecca could only nod weakly, arms wrapping around his neck, already bracing for the next round.

Her husband slept on, completely unaware, only a few doors away.

End of Part 4

(The night is still far from over. If you want the creampie, the final positions, the guest-room finish, or the morning-after, just say “continue” and I’ll keep going.)