WICKed Hormones Ch. 13

Timidly, Donna reached out and took a hold of Jacob's cock with both hands. With her slender fingers tightly wrapped around the unbelievably thick pole of manflesh, she could feel Jacob's pulse and his blood pumping throughout its sinuous network of veins and arteries.

Completely fascinated, Donna gasped in awe and whispered, "My goodness...it's...it's...magnificent!" Like a moth drawn to a flame, the enthralled married woman leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on Jacob's mushroom-shaped tip.

Donna pulled back, and a thin strand of pre-cum stretched from her bottom lip and lingered onto the bulbous head of Jacob's cock. The former model used her tongue to break the stringy connection and moaned in approval as she lolled the savory, slimy liquid around in her hot mouth.

A faint groan broke Donna from her trance and reminded her that she and her new 'friend' were not alone. She looked up to find Jacob staring down at her with a needful look in his soft, hazel eyes. As she leisurely slid her hands up and down the lubricated shaft, Donna muttered, "My goodness Jake...you must be suffering something awful!"

Nodding, Jacob replied, "Yes, ma'am...it's getting pretty bad, and uh...I could really use your help."

The corners of Donna's mouth curled into a mischievous grin as she replied, "Of course...that is our agreement after all." She then tightened her grip on Jacob's aching cock and added, "Don't you worry...I'm going to help relieve you, but don't forget...I also expect you to hold up your end of the bargain."

Donna's death grip on his raging boner caused Jacob to moan and sink back into the soft cushions of the sofa. He responded with a slightly desperate tone, "Oh yes, ma'am...I promise to keep up my end!" At that moment, the teenager would've promised Mrs. Miller almost anything in the world...including his firstborn child, if she had asked. All he could think about though, was how badly he wanted to see and feel his enormous meat stick stuffed inside of this gorgeous married woman's sexy mouth.

As Donna pumped Jacob's throbbing manhood with a constant and steady rhythm, more of his sticky pre-cum came bubbling out of its slit, trickling down his shaft and onto her tightly-grasping fingers. Without thinking, the preacher's wife dragged her tongue across the mushroom-shaped head of Jacob's cock. After swallowing the collected sample of sweet pre-cum, she warned the teenager one last time, "Alright, young man... you'd better not let me down!" After Jacob nodded in agreement, she wrapped her juicy red lips around the drooling tip of his enormous spear.

Jacob smiled and groaned in relief as Donna began using her hands and mouth like a seasoned professional. As he watched the married mom's head bob up and down, he said with a grunt, "Ohhh, Mrs. Miller! That feels awesome!!"

The mention of Donna's married surname brought on thoughts of David to her mind and, along with it...a sudden wave of guilt. She couldn't help but feel horrible about committing this act behind her husband's back. He didn't deserve any of this...he was a kind, loving, and faithful life-partner who'd always treated her like a queen.

Donna tried to rationalize and justify her actions by reminding herself that this was a sacrifice she was doing for Sara, and that the unholy pact with Jacob was a necessary evil she had to do. She felt she would be vindicated if ultimately, she was successful in protecting her innocent daughter's virtue from this gangly teenager's wicked abomination.

After a minute or so of performing fellatio, Donna pulled her head back and reared up straight. Jacob watched in confusion and slight concern as she got up off of her knees. Somewhat lightheaded, the former model felt her long shapely legs wobble just a bit whilst walking in her heels over to her desk.

Disappointed that Donna had stopped and worried that she might be having second thoughts, Jacob asked, "Mrs. Miller? Is something wrong?"

"No, no...nothing's wrong...I've just remembered something," Donna responded whilst using the back of her hand to wipe away a strand of goo which hung from her chin. Kicking off her high-heeled pumps, she continued, "It just so happens that this is a new outfit, and I don't want to get it stained." Untucking her top from her skirt, she added, "Thanks to you and that...thing of yours, I had to throw out my dress from Saturday night. I simply refuse to ruin any more of my clothes!"

Jacob was slightly shocked when Donna grabbed her blouse at the bottom hem and quickly pulled it up and over her head, exposing an emerald-green, corset-type bra. Her delectable, C-cup breasts wobbled slightly inside of the restrictive yet sexy-looking garment.

After draping her blouse over the back of her desk chair, Donna began to work the zipper on her pencil skirt. As the former model struggled with the aggravating little fastener, she glanced over at Jacob sitting on the couch and found him staring wide-eyed at her. "What's that look for?" she asked him. Sliding the zipper down the back of the form-fitting skirt, she chuckled slightly, then added, "You shouldn't be so shocked. As you may remember, I used to be a model...back then, being seen in my bra and panties was just a part of the job."

Jacob watched entranced in awe as Donna bent forward, shimmying her hips whilst sliding the skirt down her long legs. He couldn't help but notice the shiny gold cross pendant dangling from around her neck, reflecting in the light as it swung gently back and forth. He then asked, "Did you ever model stuff like underwear?"

Stepping out of her skirt, Donna replied nonchalantly, "Oh yes...quite a bit." She then stood up straight and placed the garment on the chair atop of her discarded blouse. Donna then added, "As a matter of fact...much of my early work consisted of posing for various lingerie catalogs."

Donna now stood in her office alone with Jacob, wearing nothing but her green, satin corset-bra and a matching pair of bikini-cut panties. The preacher's wife couldn't help but think that she ought to be ashamed for exposing herself so boldly to the teenager, but instead, a naughty little shiver ran up her spine.

As Donna stepped over towards the couch, Jacob asked, "Mrs. Miller? What about the rest of...you know...your outfit?" If she wasn't going to allow him to have sex with her, Jacob was hoping that he could at least see the former model in all of her nude glory.

Donna replied with a hint of confusion, "The rest of my outfit?" It quickly dawned on her what Jacob had meant. She huffed and said, "Young man...I am NOT getting naked in front of you! As I said before...I'm happily married, and there are certain boundaries that I simply will not cross." She put a hand on her hip and continued, "I'll have you know, that ever since the day that I retired from modeling more than two decades ago, no man except my husband has yet to see me naked, and I intend to keep it that way."

Trying to sound genuine and salvage the situation, Jacob replied, "I'm sorry if I caused offense, Mrs. Miller. I just remembered you'd said earlier that you didn't wanna ruin any more of your clothes...that's all that I meant."

"That's all, huh?" Donna replied, somewhat sarcastically. "Well, Jake...as much as I appreciate your gentlemanly concern over the condition of my wardrobe, you can rest easy with the knowledge that this is an older set. Therefore, it wouldn't be such a big loss if it gets soiled or stained."

Donna then took another glance down at the unworldly thing that was attached to Jacob's loins. As she breathed in more of his potent vapors, her desire to continue blowing the young teenager returned to the forefront. "Now," she began in a softer tone. "Why don't we get back to the process of 'sealing our deal'?"

"Yes, ma'am!" Jacob replied enthusiastically. With his eyes continuing to drink in the lovely sight of the MILF known as Sara's mom, he smiled and commented, "Mrs. Miller...I wanna thank you again for your agreeing to help me like this."

Donna lowered herself back to her knees, and with a stern voice, she said, "Now Jake...you must remember two things. First, I'm only doing this mainly to protect Sara and her virtue. Secondly...this agreement is only temporary. I mean, once Dr. Grant gives up the antidote and you're back to being normal...this arrangement of ours will stop immediately, and our 'deal' will come to an end. Are we clear on that?"

Jacob nodded his response.

As Donna watched Jacob continuing to stroke his impossibly-large dick, she replaced his hands with hers. She then sighed, and said with a sympathetic tone, "I only pray for your sake that there is a cure. Otherwise, I'm not sure that this thing would even fit inside of a woman...if you're not careful, you could end up killing someone!"

Jacob replied, "I'm hoping for a cure also, Mrs. Miller, but even if there isn't, I have a feeling that things will be okay."

"Really?" Donna reared back and replied in a surprised, incredulous tone. "You mean to tell me that you'd be willing to live the rest of your life with this deformity? This...abomination?"

Jacob responded, "If it's God's will, then...yes. After all, we're taught that everything happens for a reason...right?"

Donna continued sliding her hands up and down Jacob's lubricated shaft. Noticing more and more of his sticky discharge trickling down onto her fingers, she replied, "Well, yes, but Jake...I'm pretty sure that God never planned for this to happen to you!"

Jacob shrugged his shoulders and replied, "Who knows? God does work in mysterious ways." After a few seconds, he added, "Besides, I think that you're wrong, and it would fit inside of a woman just fine..."

"Oh, do you now?" Donna asked, as she stopped her hand motions. "And how, pray tell, could you be so certain of this?"

Jacob smiled to himself, knowing for a simple fact that it would fit, (and there were currently four women that he knew of who could testify and prove his claim). However, he also knew that sharing this knowledge with Mrs. Miller wouldn't be a very wise route to take at that moment. So instead, he answered confidently, "Just a hunch...as you know, the human body is a miraculous thing. God did design women to give birth, after all."

Donna scoffed, "Yes, I'm well aware of that, Jake! Unless you've forgotten, I've given birth to three children of my own."

Jacob smiled, "Exactly...that's why I'm certain it would fit."

With a chuckle, Donna replied, "I agree...He did design women to give birth...meaning to exit the body. I'm not sure, however, that He ever meant for something like this...thing, to enter into a woman's birth canal."

Jacob then muttered, "Well...there's only one way to find out..."

Donna looked up and caught Jacob's determined stare. "What did you say?" she replied in a whisper.

Jacob met her eyes and posited with a slight smile, "How about it, Mrs. Miller? Wanna give it a go?"

Donna's eyes went wide with shock, and she shook her head. "NO!!" She then stood up and added, "Absolutely not! Jake... I'm appalled that you'd be so bold as to even ask me such...such an outrageous question!"

Jacob felt encouraged by Donna's shaky response. This time, she'd mentioned nothing about her husband, or her marriage. He also noticed a dark spot forming on the front of her emerald-green panties. Gaining in confidence, he prodded, "C'mon, Mrs. Miller...Aren't you just at least a little bit curious?"

Donna stared at Jacob's towering serpent, swaying from side to side right in front of her. She found the idea of copulating with his monstrosity to be terrifying, yet strangely enticing. Her pulse quickened when she remembered the disturbing dream she'd had of Jacob, laying beneath her in her marital bed, whilst she straddled the teenager and rode atop his ungodly appendage. The thought of being impaled upon the unsightly monster (for real this time, in the flesh) caused her dripping-wet vagina to quiver. Donna whispered, "I— I don't think that we should. I mean...that would just be...wrong."

Jacob could tell Donna was at least contemplating the idea. Her chest was heaving, and her eyes were transfixed upon his throbbing erection. The dark spot in her panties had expanded, whilst her eraser-shaped nipples threatened to poke through the smooth fabric of her bra. "Well, Mrs. Miller...why not give it a go? At least that way, we could know for sure and settle the debate. It'll be our little secret... sort of a subclause in our 'contract'."

Donna's mind was clouded with conflict, a combination of curiosity and indecision, as she nervously spun her wedding rings round and round her finger with her thumb. She chewed on her bottom lip as if to refocus her willpower and fight the temptation. She silently prayed for deliverance and renewed resolve. However, in the end, there would be no escape for the faithful wife...not today at least.

Donna's body tingled, almost burning with desire. The gusset of her panties was by now thoroughly soaked. The chemically-laced pheromones she'd been breathing in had all but taken total control of her. An irresistible arousal was overpowering all her previous thoughts of remorse and overwhelming any efforts by her to resist.

"Lord...please forgive me!" Donna whispered, as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her emerald-green panties and slowly pulled them over her shapely bottom. She instinctively wiggled her hips to assist the flimsy garment into sliding down past her sexy, long legs, before they finally pooled down around her dainty feet.

Donna didn't remove her bra...she stubbornly refused to bare her breasts for the impudently persuasive teenager. She convinced herself it was a way of trying to keep something sacred for her poor husband, as well as a feeble attempt to preserve some sort of her self-dignity.

Leaving her discarded panties on the floor, Donna stepped up to Jacob. He now had a mischievous grin spread across his handsome face as he once again started jacking himself off. In her past life, Donna had seen and sampled more than her fair share of cocks...some bigger than others. However, nothing from her past experience could even come close to the hideous weapon being wielded by the young teenager who was now sitting on her office couch.

Jacob could see Donna slightly hesitate as she appeared to be lost in thought. He wondered if she was perhaps losing her nerve and reconsidering, or maybe she was just waiting for further instructions. "Come on, Mrs. Miller...climb right on up!"

Expressing a sigh of resignation, Donna crawled onto the sofa and straddled the teenager, with both of her knees now on either side of his hips and sinking into the couch's soft cushions. The former model then took a hold of the boy's intimidating phallus with her right hand, and whispered, "We're just going to find out if it fits inside me...that's all."

Jacob nodded his head in agreement. At that moment, he remembered that he had a condom. It was still in his bookbag in the kitchen. He debated whether it would be a good idea to offer up its use, but the teenager quickly decided not to. Jacob feared that it could break the spell if he did, and Mrs. Miller might change her mind.

As Donna slid Jacob's enormous cockhead in between the glistening lips of her vagina, a feeling of guilt and dread washed over her. For more than two decades now, no man other than David had ever touched her in any way sexually. Now, she was about to break her sacred marital vows and allow a cock that didn't belong to her loving husband inside of her married and hitherto, unsullied pussy.

With the mushroom-shaped tip of Jacob's cock poised menacingly at her sopping, wet entrance, Donna mumbled, "Why? Why am I even doing this?" The smiling teenager didn't respond. He, like the married woman hovering just inches above his erect penis, already knew the answer. Mrs. Miller was under the overpowering influence of Dr. Grant's wickedly-engineered hormones. She needed to see if Jacob's cock would fit inside her because...deep down, she just had to know.

Donna closed her eyes as she reluctantly lowered herself and muttered, "I'm so sorry, David...please...please forgive meeEEEEEE!!!" Suddenly, her eyes shot wide open as the bulbous glans of Jacob's spear penetrated her tight opening in one swift thrust. With both of her hands, Mrs. Miller grabbed a hold of the back of the couch above Jacob's head and gasped, "Oww! Oww! Oww!"

Ever since she'd left the world of modeling more than two decades prior, Donna had only ever had sex with one man...her husband. Because David's penis was of average size, trying to accommodate Jacob's monster was causing Mrs. Miller to feel as if she was a virgin being deflowered all over again.

Trying to catch her breath, Donna sought to relax and control her vaginal muscles, in order to allow herself some time to adjust to Jacob's immense girth. Surprisingly, after only a few moments, the initial pain had slowly transformed itself into a strange, yet pleasant feeling. "Ohhhhhhhh... " Mrs. Miller moaned, as she dropped down a little further and her quivering cunt swallowed another inch or so of penetration.

Jacob looked up into Donna's beautiful face, wearing a mixed expression of pain and pleasure. He put his hands on her wide, curvy hips and said, "You're doing great, Mrs. Miller...only ten more inches to go."

Donna glanced down at Jacob, and with an exasperated look of horror, asked, "Ten??!" She then closed her eyes and whispered, "Oh dear Lord...help me!"

Over the next few minutes, Donna would repeat the process of sinking in another inch or two, then stopping and allowing her tight pussy to adjust to the size and length of Jacob's humungous manhood. Not since she'd given birth to Sara, the last of her three children, had the married mom experienced such an immense pressure and fullness within her clutching vagina.

After a while, Donna finally reached bottom, and had fully impaled herself on Jacob's immense man-pole. With her flawless buttcheeks now resting against the teenager's thighs, Mrs. Miller slowly gyrated her hips in a circular motion. She bit her bottom lip and moaned from the constant, new, pleasant sensations that were now radiating from deep within her core.

Jacob looked up at Donna and found her radiant face covered in a light sheen of sweat. Her eyes were closed, as if she were concentrating on something, and she had a slight smile on her lips. Speaking softly, he commented, "See Mrs. Miller? I told you that it would fit!"

Opening her eyes, Donna glanced down at Jacob. With disbelief, she replied, "You were right, my boy." As she continued rolling her hips on top of him, she gasped, "Oh my goodness...you were so right! It's just so...BIG!"

Coming back to her senses, Donna stopped her gentle, rhythmic motions. Showing somewhat of a hint of disappointment in her voice, she commented, "Well...with that debate settled...I think perhaps...umm...I should probably...get off now." The married woman noticed Jacob's grin from her inadvertent double entendre. Donna shook her head, "I meant, get off...of your lap." She then added under her breath, "Oh, for goodness' sake...dirty-minded teenagers!"

Several seconds passed, and Donna still hadn't gotten up from off of Jacob's lap. Instead, she stayed in position, with his dick thoroughly nestled in her pussy, and absentmindedly resumed rolling her hips in a circular fashion. A small moan escaped her lips, and she closed her eyes again. Scrunching up her brow, she gasped, "Ohhhh!!" In her mind, Donna was yelling at herself to stop...there was now no longer any need for them to continue fornicating. However, it was beginning to feel too good...and it took little convincing of herself when she justified that a few more seconds wouldn't hurt.