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Authors name: LaffWithMe (laffwithme99@hotmail.com)
Story title : Martha Finally Cheats
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Martha Finally Cheats (MF, rom, voy, wife, 1st)
by LaffWithMe (laffwithme99@hotmail.com)
***
Goody-goody middle class wife becomes intrigued with a
well-endowed neighbor.
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"Ohhh...myyy...goddd! You won't believe what just
happened." my best friend exclaimed as soon as I opened my
door in response to her frantic knocking.
"Yikes! Juicy gossip? It must be good, you haven't been
this excited since you found out that the Bartlet's boy is
gay."
"God Martha, I just can't believe that I just saw what I
did."
We had moved to the living room. I sat on the edge of the
sofa.
"For god's sake you look like you're going to burst, just
spill it out." I said laughing at her excitement.
"OK, I went to the Pratt's tonight to get their dues. God
they've got all this garish Mexican style furniture.
Anyway, Sybil answered the door and I went in. They have
this glass top dining room table. So we sat there and I
spread out the association papers to show her and told her
they could pay all at once or four times a year."
This was dragging on. I interrupted, "So you saw that they
have ugly furniture. Big deal."
Now I have to explain. We live in a tract that has a
homeowners association. The Pratt's had recently moved in
across the street. Sue and I kind of thought they didn't
fit. Most of the families here are mid-thirties couples
with kids. The Pratts were an older looking guy and a very
young looking wife and no kids.
"Martha, shush. It's not the furniture I saw. Sybil called
Martin to bring the checkbook and pay the dues and read and
sign the papers. Well in he walks in this white bathrobe,
hair wet, I guess just out of the shower. He sat down
across from me and when he picked up the papers I was
looking right through the glass table top at his legs. Then
he scooted forward to write a check and the robe moved up.
He was sitting on the edge of the chair and his you-know-
what was hanging down. I mean HANGING DOWN. When he moved
it kind of swung back and forth. God it was like this big
flesh colored banana."
"Oh my god Sue, you looked at it?"
"Just for a second. I mean I was so embarrassed."
"Yeah, right. Just long enough to tell me it swung back and
forth and big as a banana". By now we were both giggling
like schoolgirls.
"Did he see you looking? Oh my god, what if Sybil saw you
looking at her husband? Anyway, it probably wasn't as big
as you think, I mean just seeing some man like that you'd
get so embarrassed that you wouldn't really know what you
were seeing."
"Girl friend, it was big!"
Well that was, I suppose, the start of my downfall.
By now you're probably getting the impression that Sue and
I are not wild sex-bombs. You may even be thinking, what is
this, some fifteen year-old telling her story. Well I was
38 at the time but probably had less experience than my
sixteen year-old daughter and her friends.
A little background on me. I'm what's called a petite in
women's clothing. At 5-1 and 98 pounds I can easily get
lost in a crowd. I must admit to being a little bit vain
though. Despite my small stature, I think I have a really
cute figure. My bra is only a 28A but on me my breasts look
fairly large and I have been told that my legs and butt are
very shapely. Sue and I go to a women's gym regularly and
we jog every day that we can.
My husband and I went steady all through high school,
married shortly after we graduated. You guessed it. I have,
or should say had, never even kissed another guy. I mean
serious kissing. I didn't think of myself as prudish but I
never said any dirty words. Not even when Tom and I had
sex, which wasn't all that often. The church would have
been proud of us; sex was basically this is how you make
babies.
About fifteen years into the marriage, I began feeling
bored and restless. This is not to say I didn't love my two
girls and Tom. Everything was just so normal. I began
reading romance novels, and then would feel guilty about
thinking impure thoughts.
In the weeks that followed Sues encounter, she and I would
sometimes giggle over the sight of Martin Pratt's penis (I
still didn't say things like cock even with Sue). Tom and I
also got to know the Pratt's, just neighborly chitchat
about the lawn, the weather, etc.
In December the association has a pre-holiday dinner dance.
The seating sort of mimics the arrangement of the
neighborhood. So the Pratts were at the same table as we
were. Sue was at a different table. This was the first time
we had been with them socially.
Now I had always thought Martin Pratt looked very ordinary.
Probably in his fifties with a full head of hair, gray at
the temple. Sort of gray-blue eyes and Scandinavian looking
face. He is very tall, I'm sure over six feet. This was the
first time I saw him in a suit, and I had to admit he
looked somehow distinguished. Sybil on the other hand, who
always seemed to be falling out of her clothes looked
strangely prim in an ankle length, high collar dress.
Dinner was pleasant conversation and wonderful food. After
dinner the music began and Martin and Sybil were
immediately on the floor. After a bit I coaxed Tom out to
dance but he only tolerated two dances. Martin and Sybil
joined us again while the band took a break. When the band
resumed Martin asked me to dance. I tried to demur
explaining that Tom and I didn't dance very much. He
insisted. It was a fast dance and he soon had me following
his every lead. The song ended, I headed for my chair only
to hear him pleading for another.
"Oh, I couldn't. You and Sybil are far too good for me,
dance with your wife."
"Martha, don't you dare stop. He'll dance my feet off, plus
I think Marty needs a change of partners once in a while."
Sybil called from the table.
Well, that went right over my head but I was back on the
floor enjoying Martin whirling me around. That song ended,
and he held my hand lightly as the next number began.
"It's a slow one Martha, how are you at the waltz?" he said
as he very gently pulled me into dance position. He didn't
pull me in close, he held me lightly and he seemed to glide
around the floor. He was a very good dancer. Without
realizing it, I was drawn closer to him, my body lightly
rubbing against his. My head came only to his chest, my
breasts rubbed against his mid section. Then I felt it. It
was hard, it was pressing against my stomach. Yikes! It was
his penis, his erect penis. I was sure of it.
I pulled back, not recoiling but just a reflex. You don't
feel the erection of strange men. He danced on as if
nothing had happened. He didn't pull me closer, didn't make
me feel uncomfortable. I began to doubt my thoughts; it was
just my overactive imagination and all that giggling talk
of his penis.
I relaxed into him again. As before, my breasts made
contact with him, I felt them rubbing against him. Then my
tummy rubbed against him. This time I didn't immediately
move back. I just wanted to be sure that what I was feeling
was his penis. I moved my body, rubbed my stomach across
him, it was very hard. It was his penis, his erect penis.
"Wow! What the hell am I doing? ", I thought. The dance
ended. He continued to hold my hand but this time I lead
him back to our table. That was it. No more dancing with
him I thought.
Nothing seemed to change after that dinner dance. We had
the same neighborly chats with the Pratts. I didn't tell
Sue what had happened. Well, one thing had changed. I found
myself thinking about that dance, about Sue seeing his
penis, about feeling my breasts rubbing against him.
New Years approached. Some of the homeowners began talking
of having a New Years Eve party. Only about half the group
decided to do it so we ended up with a record party in the
community recreation hall. Tom liked the idea because he
hated going out. It was a potluck after which we played old
records and danced.
I told myself not to repeat the events of the previous
party but when Sybil insisted that I give her a break from
dancing with her husband I couldn't say no. As before,
music began with fast tunes and then someone slipped in a
slow number. It was almost like a little devil was sitting
on my shoulder saying, "Do it Martha". I didn't resist in
the least as Martin put his hand on my waist and began
gliding us around the floor. Someone turned the lights
down. This time we were informally dressed. Instead of a
thick suit, Martin wore light slacks and polo shirt. I had
on a blouse and long skirt. This time when my breasts began
to rub against him I could feel his body heat. My nipples
got hard and I wondered if he could feel them. My stomach
bumped occasionally against him, against that hard erect
penis that I had felt before. One song led to another,
another slow number.
Each time my stomach rubbed against his penis, I could feel
his hand on my waist, very lightly pulling me into him.
Never overt, never more than just a gentle squeeze. All the
time he chatted as if it wasn't happening, as if I wasn't
rubbing my breasts against his mid-riff, as if his hard
penis wasn't pressing into my stomach.
Finally, near the end of the song, I pulled back rather
abruptly and obviously.
"Oops, forgive me Martha. You follow me so well that I
forget that we haven't been dancing together for years. I
didn't mean to get to close." He held me back at arms
length as he looked down into my eyes.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to jump back like that. I mean I
really enjoy dancing with you. It's just that I, uh...well;
I don't want you to get the wrong idea... I mean..."
"It's my fault Martha. I'm afraid when a man is close to a
beautiful woman there are some things that just happen. I'm
sure you've bumped into that problem before." he chuckled.
"That's ok. I know men can't help it. Not that it happens
very much. I mean I don't dance very often." I felt myself
stammering.
"We can go sit down if you want to stop. But I must tell
you it will end my dancing tonight. Sybil has a sore ankle
and told me that she doesn't want to dance."
"Welllll, I don't want to be a party pooper. I just don't
want you to get the wrong idea or anything."
"I have only the very best impression of you Martha. After
all, we're both adults and understand that certain events
are simply biological reactions. I can't stop them and must
confess to a certain vicarious pleasure feeling a beautiful
woman gracefully moving in unison with me on the dance
floor. But I promise to keep some space between us." His
words flowed out accompanied by light laughter.
The music was playing again and we just automatically began
another slow dance.
"Do you really think I'm a good dancer? Or are you just
being the gentleman?"
"I do think you are a good dancer Martha. It's obvious that
you haven't danced very much but you have a sense of
rhythm."
Our bodies bumped together. He made an obvious move to
separate.
"Don't worry Martin. You don't have to jump back every time
we bump."
I moved against him. I wanted to feel my body pressing
against him, against his erect penis. Soon we were dancing
tightly together. When I rubbed my stomach against his
hardness, his hand on my waist would gently pull me in. I
could feel my nipples get hard, was sure that he could feel
them pressing into him. I could feel his erection move as
my tummy rubbed against him. I felt the warmth between my
legs as body became excited. I knew that my panties had
become wet. I was in vicarious pleasure heaven. I had this
feeling that I was being extremely wicked and I was
enjoying it. Then the music ended.
We re-joined Sybil and Tom at the table. It was almost
midnight. At midnight every one cheered and yelled. I
kissed Tom long and hard, partly because I was feeling
guilty about dancing with Martin, about rubbing against his
erection, and pressing my breasts against him. Martin and
Sybil were next to us, locked in an embrace. I could see
Martin's hand on her bottom, clearly pulling her tightly
into him and I knew that she was grinding into his very
hard erection. They broke and Sybil grabbed my Tom and
hugged him, she had turned him so that his back was to me.
Martin whispered "May I' to me as he opened his arms. I
hugged him and allowed him to kiss me, then as I felt his
hand on my bottom. I opened my mouth and French-kissed,
feeling him pull me into him I ground hard against that
hard erection. Then it was over.
That night I had wild dreams of sex. I hadn't had dreams
like that since I was a teen. The next morning I had
horrible nightmares of what I had done. Thank heaven for
Sue. I had to talk and she was happy to listen. We decided
that nothing really bad had transpired. Once again, I was
thinking - that's it, never again. Yet I still found myself
thinking about dancing, about the kiss.
It seemed that I saw Sybil and Martin more frequently after
New Years. I now knew that Martin's job took him to Mexico
frequently, which explained their furniture. As a sideline
he bought Mexican jewelry, which he sold in a few local
shops. This I discovered when I mentioned to Sybil that my
mother had sent me money to buy a necklace.
"Martha, come and see what Marty has. He brings the stuff
back from Mexico. If he has something you like, you'll pay
a quarter of what Davidson's sells it for. This isn't junk
stuff, top of the line gold and silver. And not Mexican
looking, these are things that they send to Paris."
"I couldn't."
"Sure you can. I insist. If you don't see something you
like, don't feel like you have to buy anything. He has no
trouble selling the stuff to Davidsons. He'll be home at
noon, come over then."
I knocked on their door about 12:15.
"Come in, come in. Perfect timing. Marty got home a little
while ago and I told him that you might want some jewelry.
MARTY". Sybil yelled as she ushered me to the dining room
table.
"Just a sec, I just got outa the shower hon." I heard
Martin's voce from above.
"Honey, just bring down the necklaces so she can look at
them while you finish."
'OK, ok."
In a moment Martin appeared carrying two briefcases. His
hair was wet and tousled and he wore a white robe that
stopped just at the knee.
"Hi Martha. I hope I have something you like. I brought
some gold and some silver." he was saying as he stood
across the table from me opening the cases. He then turned
the case toward me and started to walk away.
"Oh! Wait a second hon. Show Martha how to read the
certificates that explain the metal content."
He stepped back, sat down opposite me. He pulled out a
necklace to which was affixed a small document.
I couldn't concentrate on the necklace, all I could think
of was Sue's tale of looking through the glass table. D‚j...
vu!
Martin was talking, I wasn't hearing. The brief case was
blocking my view. Without thinking, I moved it to the side.
Now he was holding the necklace and I stared down in it's
direction but really was looking at his penis. It was just
exactly as Sue had described. His legs were spread apart;
he was on the edge of the chair. His penis hung down
swinging back and forth slightly as he moved. It looked so
large to me. I noticed my face begin to feel warm and
realized that I must be blushing.
Sybil's voice broke my stare.
"Listen hon, I have to go shopping. If you've got what
Martha wants you better give it to her. Martha dear, I'm
sorry, I forgot that I have to go out but you're in good
hands with Marty. Bye dear, I'll be back around six-
thirty." And out the door she went.
"Bye hon."
"Tell me if you see anything you like." Marty was saying as
he spread some necklaces on the table. Spread them so that
my line of sight to the necklaces was also to the long
flesh colored banana that swayed below. Sue had said it
looked like a big banana. It even had a tip like a banana,
sort of fleshy nipple.
"I...I...I'm not sure...I mean this is more than I
expected."
"Don't worry Martha. If you don't see what you like, I
understand. I never push my stuff on someone. Just relax
and take your time. Sometimes it's just nice to look."
I saw him wink as I looked up at him.
"Here, how about if we put this one on your neck and you
can see how it looks next to your skin?" he was saying as
he rose with a beautiful wide gold necklace in his hand.
"OK, maybe that's a good idea." I watched him move, his
robe now slightly open. As he stood and moved, his penis
swung in and out of view.
I sat almost frozen, looking at myself in the mirrored wall
opposite me. Looking at Martin now standing by my shoulder,
fixing the necklace around my neck. I saw in the mirror his
robe separating, his penis now brushing against my arm;
bare because of the sleeveless blouse I wore.
"How do you like it Martha? Go ahead, touch it. Have you
ever seen one like it?"
"No. Never. It's so big. I've never seen one so big." I
turned my head to the side as I spoke, staring at his penis
rubbing against my shoulder, observing his scrotum for the
first time. It to was large. Large but much smoother than
Tom's wrinkled sack.
'Thank you. I think your petite beauty makes it look larger
than it is. Touch it if you want."
"The...uh...necklace?"
"Whatever you want, Martha. You do want to feel it don't
you?"
"Uh huh." I wrapped my fingers around it. I felt it begin
to harden at my touch. I knew what a foreskin was but I had
never seen one before. As it hardened I saw the skin pull
back slightly. I pulled back gently and watched the skin
retract revealing a high crown.
"Is that hurting you?"
"Quite the opposite Martha, your touch feels exquisite. Is
it possible you've never seen an unclipped cock?"
I looked at him.
"Uncircumcised."
"Oh god. Martin please don't laugh at me. The only penis
I've seen is Tom's. And even when he's erect it's not
anything like yours. I've never ever done anything like
this before. Is it ok if I just feel your penis and look at
it?"
"Martha, dear Martha. You are an absolute treasure. I would
never laugh at you. You are a flower waiting to bloom. Go
ahead, squeeze my cock, feel how you make it hard, but
please call it a cock not a penis."
"Oh darn, you must think I'm an idiot or something. I feel
like a fool. I'm sorry, I don't want to be a tease, really
I don't. I mean I can't have sex or anything like that.
It's just that I never have been in this situation." I was
babbling now, had dropped his penis like a hot potato.
"Martha, relax. Believe me, I don't think you're an idiot
or anything like that. Go ahead, this is your opportunity
to examine a cock. Take advantage of it." He placed my hand
back on his cock, wrapping his fingers over mine.
"Say cock, Martha. Say what you're thinking. Just jack it
off a little bit" as his hand guided my hand in a stroking
motion.
I watched in fascination as his hand guided my hand slowly
stroking back and forth on the thick shaft. I watched the
skin pull back revealing the high crowned head then on the
reverse stroke the skin covered the head and formed a
wrinkled tip. His hand left mine. I continued hypnotically
stroking his cock. I squeezed it. I could feel his cock
getting harder. I squeezed it harder and in my mind I was
saying 'cock' over and over.
Then I said it. "Your cock is so hard. It feels so warm. I
want to squeeze your cock." And suddenly I wanted to say
all the words that I had avoided. Saying cock seemed to
make it even more erotic.
"Ummm, yes. Squeeze it Martha." His hand was now sliding
down my blouse. The pressure of his arm against my face
brought my cheek into contact with his cock.
I looked into the mirror across from us. I had never seen
myself having sex. Now I was becoming terribly turned-on as
I watched myself rub his cock on my cheek, watched my
blouse buttons pop open as his hand worked its way down to
my breast. My blouse fell open. His hand slipped into my
bra. His fingers pinched my nipple.
I couldn't believe how good it felt. How terribly erotic.
How very very wrong but very very exciting. His hand forced
my bra down; I watched my nipple come into view. I glanced
up and saw that Martin was looking into the mirror also.
"You have fantastic nipples Martha. They're so hard, so
big. They're like pink gems on cream hills. Do you like to
have them pinched?"
"Yes. That feels good. I like them pinched hard."
I watched in the mirror, my blouse open to my tummy, one
breast fully exposed while my bra continued to cover the
other. Martin's hand cupping my tit, his finger and thumb
rotating, pulling, squeezing my nipple. I watched my hand
stroking his thick cock, rubbing it against my cheek. I
watched as a small drop of precum formed in the piss hole
then watched as I dragged the pre-cum across my cheek.
I turned my face to examine his cock, to watch the precum
slowly form another drop. I rubbed my thumb over the end of
his cock, enjoying the slickness of the precum as I spread
t over the head of his cock. It made the cock-head shiny. I
rubbed his cock on my cheek again.
I felt Martin's free hand on my head, felt him gently
turning my head. His cock slid across my cheek and rubbed
my lips. Instinctively I opened my mouth, began licking the
warm hard head. I continued stroking his cock as my mouth
wrapped around the head. It seemed even larger now that I
was sucking it.
"Umm, yesss. Tongue it Martha. God, that feels so good.
Play with it hon. Lick up and down the shaft. Umm, good."
I ran my tongue up and down the shaft. His cock was now
shiny with my saliva. When my mouth was by his balls, he
raised his cock so that his balls rubbed against my chin. I
had never licked a guys balls, but I knew that's what he
wanted. It was also what I wanted. I wanted to play with
that big sack. I began licking his balls while holding his
cock against my face. I could feel the heat from his cock
against my face.
Martin pulled my blouse open the rest of the way, slipped
it off my shoulders. As my blouse slid from my body, he
unsnapped my bra, which followed my blouse to the floor.
I stole a quick glance to the mirror. Watched and felt his
large hands cup my small breasts. I returned my gaze to his
cock, as his fingers began to gently rotate my nipples. I
looked at the long blue vein that ran along the shaft. I
slid my tongue along the vein, and then squeezed the head
of his cock to open the hole so that I could probe it with
my tongue.
"God you have hard nipples Martha. Do you like them sucked?
Tell me what you want, I want to make you feel as good as
you are making me feel."
"Pinching is good, yes hard. And suck them, bite them." I
murmured with his cock touching my lips.
"Good. I love sucking titties." He laughed as he pulled me
to my feet. As I released my grip on his cock he knelt
before me. His mouth swallowed one breast; he began sucking
while his tongue rubbed across my nipple. His hands were on
my back, holding me to him, caressing me as he sucked first
one breast then the other. As he sucked a breast deep into
his mouth, I could feel his tongue licking, then as his
mouth drew back his teeth gently bit down on my nipple. He
held my nipple between his teeth and ran his tongue over
the tip. God it felt so good.
As he worked on my tits, he slid his hands down to my hips.
I unsnapped my shorts. He slid my shorts and panties down.
Without even thinking about it, I stepped out them. He was
still sucking, biting my nipples as his hands now caressed
my ass and legs. Instinctively I spread my legs, inviting
his hands to my pussy. My last inhibitions evaporated as
Martin began rubbing my pussy.
I looked down, watched his lips work around my breast. I
watched my tit pull outward as he sucked and bit and pulled
my nipple with his teeth and mouth. I watched his hand rub
my pussy. I watched his fingers disappear into my thick
swatch of hair. Felt his finger slid into my pussy.
As he slid his finger in and out of me, I worked my pussy
against him.
"Feel good?" he smiled.
"Yes, yes."
"Umm, and tastes good too." He said as he withdrew his
finger and licked it, and then offered his finger to me to
lick.
I had never tasted myself. If it ever had occurred to me,
I'm sure I would have thought it a gross act. But now I
licked his finger and marveled that I liked it.
"I think that pussy needs a good licking. You do like your
pussy eaten, don't you? Never met a woman who didn't."
I did like it. It just didn't happen that often. But now I
wanted it more than ever.
He lifted me to the table, sat me on the edge. I spread my
legs inviting his mouth to my lips. Placing my fingers on
my pussy I spread it open, pulled the hair back. I felt
extremely erotic as I envisioned his view of my pussy, the
pink juicy flesh that was now exposed by my spread lips.
I shuddered when I felt his tongue begin to lick my slit.
His tongue pressed into my cunt and lapped upward causing
wonderful shocks as it dragged across my clit.
"Oh, god, yes, yes yes."
He buried his face in my pussy, grinding his tongue into
me. He began rubbing my clit as he licked my pussy. I
pushed against him, writhed around on the table.
I wrapped my legs around his neck, pulling him into me. I
watched him burying his face in my pussy. I heard him
slurping, sucking my juices.
"Yaheee." I screamed and convulsed. I had a wonderful
orgasm. This drove him to work harder on my pussy, now
sucking at my clit as his finger rammed in my pussy.
I felt so hot. My body was tingling. My pussy was being
stretched. I knew that he was pressing another finger into
my pussy. As my pussy slowly yielded to the added finger I
knew what was next. I wanted it. I wanted to feel his big
cock in me. I knew he was gently preparing me for it.
"Martin. I want it. I want you. I'm afraid it's too big but
I want it."
"Don't worry Martha. I'm very gentle." He was picking me
up, carrying me to the bedroom.
I wrapped my arms around him. I kissed him all the way to
the bedroom, sucking his tongue, pushing my tongue into his
mouth.
He placed me on the bed, retrieved a tube from the
nightstand.
"Spread your legs," he said as he squeezed lubricant from
the tube then rubbed it into my pussy. It felt cool, and he
slipped two fingers into my pussy. They slipped in easily.
I held his hand and helped him work his fingers in my
pussy.
"Now your turn." He said as he lay on his back. "Grease up
your toy." He smiled.
I looked down at his cock. It still looked huge to me. It
was semi-hard. It lay on his abdomen pointing straight
toward his head, the head of the cock just touching his
belly button.
I squirted lube onto his cock, made a zigzag line the
length of the shaft, like decorating a cake I thought. He
laughed. I began to spread the lube with my index finger.
His cock felt warm, my finger pressed into the flesh. As I
ran my finger up and down the shaft, I felt his cock get
harder. I liked that. I liked making his cock hard. I
wrapped my thumb and index finger around his cock, squeezed
more lube on and coated his whole cock.
"Get on top." He instructed.
I looked at him.
"You get on top, that way you can control my cock. Just rub
it against your pussy, play with it, work it in slowly."
I swung my leg over him; straddling him I leaned down to
kiss him.
"That feels good. Rub your hard nipples on me. Slide you
pussy along my cock." His arms circled me; he pulled me in,
gently but firmly forcing my nipples into his chest.
My nipples were hard and sensitive. I moved slowly back and
forth, caressing him with my nipples and enjoyed the warmth
of his body. I could feel his cock bumping against my ass.
I moved backwards to let his cock slide between my legs. I
could feel the shaft glide along my pussy lips. It didn't
penetrate; I just slid up and down the hard shaft, enjoying
this new sensation of a large hard cock pressing into my
bare pussy lips, enjoying the feel of my nipples dragging
along his body.
Then he pressed me back into a sitting position. "Put it in
Martha."
I lifted the thick shaft and rubbed the head over my pussy,
then pressed down trying to take it in. I watched the thick
head spread my lips only to slip away from my hole. "Oh
god, Martin, it's too big. I'll never get that in me."
He placed a finger in my pussy and slowly began finger
fucking me as I continued to hold his cock. As I watched, I
saw him gently press a second finger into my wet pussy. I
could feel the stretching and began to ride his fingers.
Then he worked in a third finger, rotating his fingers as
he stretched my pussy. Then with a smooth motion, he
withdrew his fingers, wrapped his hand around my hand that
gripped his cock and guided it to the opening.
"Do it now Marsha. Just sit down on it. Your pussy is
ready, just ease it in."
I did. My fears that it would hurt vanished as I felt the
head spread my pussy open. Rather than pain, I had this
wonderful feeling of pressure on my pussy. A feeling of
being spread and filled. He began pumping into me with
short strokes, each stroke pressing deeper into my pussy.
His cock just seemed to go deeper and deeper, touching me
where I had never been touched. Then I was aware that his
cock was hitting my cervix.
Now that his cock was buried in me he rolled me over,
pulling my legs up to his shoulders. I could never have
imagined how erotic it would be to look down and watch a
large cock slowly slide in and out of me. But there it was,
and I was getting hotter with every stroke.
"Oh god! Oh yes! Fuck me! Fuck harder Martin."
He began to fuck faster, harder, with intermittent pauses
when his cock was buried deep inside. And each time he
stopped with his cock deep in me, I would grind myself into
him until finally I had my second orgasm of the day Wow!
And I wanted more. And I was happy to feel his cock still
hard, still fucking me.
"Good girl Martha. Let go."
"Oh god yes."
You like it don't you hon, like a big cock stuffing your
tight little pussy." He was now fucking with long, hard
fast strokes.
"Oh I do, I do, I do. Fuck me. Fuck my cunt. Fuck me, fuck
me, fuck me."
"I'm gonna cum in you. Tell me you want my cum."
"Ohhhh god, I want you to cum. Ohhhh it's so big. It feels
so good. Yesss, cum! Oh shit, I'm cumming again Martin.
Fuck me hard. Pleeeze, harder."
He groaned, stopped stroking his cock in and out, and just
buried himself deeply in my hot wet pussy. He ground
himself into me and I knew he was cumming. I pushed back,
trying to get his cock as deeply into me as possible. Then
I came again. Wonderful waves of pleasure rolled through my
body.
I felt his body relax, but he didn't pull out of me. I
thought I could feel his cock soften in my pussy yet my
pussy still felt nice and full, very warm and very wet. I
showered him with kisses.
We just lay there. I knew I was hooked. I could feel a bit
of guilt creeping into my mind but I knew that I liked
being fucked by a big cock. I knew I liked saying pussy and
cock and fuck.
Then the bubble seemed to burst.
"Well what do you think Martha? Marty's got some pretty
nice merchandise hasn't he?"
It was Sybil, standing in the doorway.
"Oh god...oh Sybil...I...I..." I still hadn't figured it
out. All I could think of was that I had just fucked
another woman's husband.
"Martha, slow down hon." Sybil cut me off. "I'm not upset.
I'm glad to see you've discovered you like big cock." She
was grinning. "I wish I could have stayed for the whole
thing but we thought you'd be more comfortable this way."
"Some people don't approve of sex just for the fun of it
but Sybil and I have found it works for us. She thought
that you were a woman that was in need of some fun so we
figured why not open the door and see if you wanted to come
in. I hope you don't mind. I hope you'll return." Martin
had rolled off of me and was now caressing my body as he
and Sybil spoke.
I tried to say, "I'm just not that kind of woman. This was
a mistake. I think we should just forget that this
happened." But no words came out of my mouth. I just
reached down and fondled Martins big soft cock.
Sybil sat on the bed, kissed me softly. "Sharing is fun
Martha. And we're all a little bit slut down deep aren't
we?"
Slut - the word rattled in my mind. God, I am a slut,
aren't I. And I don't care; I just know that I want to fuck
that big cock again.
So there it is, that's how it began. Poor Tom has no idea
why I'm such good friends with Martin and Sybil. Tom
continues to like to fuck every week or two but I can
hardly feel him in me.
The End
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