Frigidity in a woman is associated with a woman who has a total or partial lack of sex drive. Since the application of this word has different meanings for different people, it becomes diluted when applied to sexual dysfunctioning or inadequacy.
The most common and important causes of orgasmic dysfunctioning are psychological, typically such emotional problems such as shame, guilt, or fear. Many women are indoctrinated from an early age, either directly or by implication, into a warped sexual attitude.
Such was the case of Martha Rowen, a young vivacious woman, who was married to a very suitable mate.
By her standards, they had a good sex life during the early stages of a marriage three months' old. However, she was reluctant to indulge in sexual experimentation to enhance their sex life. Martha was repulsed by oral intercourse and any other innovation other than the standard method.
One of the methods in teaching a person to swim is to throw the individual into a pool. The sink or swim method! This method is not recommended because of the adverse effects. Although a number of people have learned to swim with this method!
Robert Rowen, Martha's husband, employed this method to teach his wife the pleasures of sexual variations. He contrived to have his wife placed into a situation that would force her into learning about various sex acts.
Ultimately, her attitude changed and she found pleasure in performing these sex acts. In turn, the result added to the improvement of her marital life.
While this is not an endorsement of employing such a drastic method to ameliorate a similar marital problem, it does depict what happened to one married couple. It is fortunate that it resulted in a happy ending.
CHAPTER ONE
At twenty-two, Martha Rowen had almost everything a young girl could desire. She was married to a good looking man, tall and athletic. Her husband, Robert Rowen, came from a wealthy family. He was kind and considerate. They were in love with each other.
The negative aspect was their sex life.
They had been married during Christmas. Their honeymoon was a cruise. The marriage was consummated but a lot of tension developed. Martha was brought up in a provincial environment. This led to her reluctance to have Robert suck her off. She refused to suck his cock, repulsed at the thought. Her only concession to sex was straight fucking or having her tits fondled and sucked.
Bob and Martha were in bed in early March. They lay in bed while he stroked her cunt with tender caresses. His fingers rolled over the dampened folds of the hairy slit. He caught the little pea-shaped button at the apex of her cunt.
Martha squirmed her hips, enjoying the stimulating arousal within her loins. She loved the exciting sensation. The growing passion would burgeon inside of her.
"Oh, Bobby!" she moaned. "It's getting better. Put it in me! I love to have your cock in me!
He shifted over her. His rock hard cock, eager to taste her cunt meat, slid with ease along the lubricated throat of her twat.
She emitted a soft sigh. The presence of his beautiful hard-on always made her tremble in passionate response. His prick burrowed deep into her waiting snatch.
Bob began a slow coital shuttle. His cock moved in a partial withdrawal. He returned the shaft with a slow grinding thrust. Martha shifted her pelvis to accentuate the grinding friction. In spite of their brief marital relationship, then-practiced movements were worthy of long time veterans of the art.
The rhythm of the pistoning cock increased. Bob pumped his hips. Little grunts of exertion were gasped as Martha matched his cadence.
"Huhrr! Huhrr!" Her tits jiggled as her body shook with feverish animation. Their bodies moved in synchronized tempo.
The hard shaft of flesh pistoned in and out of her dewy snatch in rapid strokes. Her ass wriggled with a frantic sensuousness. She gyrated her pelvis in a sensual undulation.
A mild tickling sensation rippled in her venereal entrails. Martha felt the onrushing orgasm.
"Mmmmmrrrr!" she emitted a low anguished moan. "Hurry, Bobby, hurry! I'm coming, I'm coming!" she announced in an excited voice.
He pumped his prick faster. She experienced the orgasmic titillation just as spasms seized his prick. Bob made a final thrust. His shaft was sunk deep into her twat just as the creamy jism spurted out. Martha continued to buck her hips while his come spilled into her snatch. A soft sigh of carnal approval blew from his mouth. The strong pulsating contractions in his dick stopped.
They remained welded to each other for several minutes. The stiff erection grew flaccid and Bob withdrew his dick. He rolled over to her side and began to stroke her saturated pussy.
"Honey! How about my eating your lovely cunt?" he asked. The question was almost a plea.
Her body stiffened in the darkness. "You know how I feel about it, Bobby! I wish you wouldn't bring it up. It destroys the whole mood!"
There was mild annoyance in his voice. "If you really loved me, you'd do it! It's not that bad! Besides, how do you know it's not good until you try it? All you have to do is lay back and enjoy it."
"Please, Bobby, I don't want to fight over this. We have lots of pleasure doing it the regular way," her voice was a soft plea. "Why can't we leave it that way?"
"Forget it!" he snapped in irritation. He turned over on his side, his back to her.
Martha cuddled up to him, fitting her groin to the curve of his ass. She passed a hand over his hip, seeking his dormant cock.
"Please, please, don't be angry with me, Bobby! I'll do almost anything you want! But not that!" she pleaded in a gentle whine. "Don't go to sleep mad at me!"
Her searching hand located his cock. The fingers curled about the soft shaft and stroked it with languid strokes. She felt the cock stiffening. He reached down and removed her hand.
"Okay, okay!" he agreed in exasperated resignation. "But no more tonight! I'm not in the mood!"
Martha was hurt by his rebuff. She understood how he felt. There were her own feelings, though! It was difficult for her to accept the various sex acts he wanted her to perform. In spite of her deep love for her husband, she couldn't bring herself to doing the repulsive things he expected of her.
It bothered her, being caught in this emotional conflict. She didn't know what to do! She blinked away the tears that welled in her eyes.
The next day was a Friday. Bob woke up and greeted Martha with an enthusiastic kiss. "Pack a suitcase with your things for a weekend," he told her. "Better still, make it a week."
She was pleased by his attitude. Perhaps, a week away might help to clear the air.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"Up to my lodge!" he answered. "I'll be home about three. We should be able to get up there in two hours and enjoy a nice leisurely supper."
He left and Martha started to pack her suitcase. When he came back, Martha was surprised Bob wasn't taking anything along. She pressed him about the lack of clothes and personal things. Bob passed it off with a cryptic, "this is something special!"
Their Olds sped out of Hartford along route 2 towards Glastonbury. The Rowen family maintained a comfortable cabin near Wadsworth Falls. It was a camping area and not too populated at this time of year.
They stopped at a small store on the way up to their cabin. Bob carried out a carton filled with groceries and stored it in the trunk. Arriving at the cabin, he started to unload the trunk. He brought in the groceries and a smaller carton.
"What's in the small box?" Martha asked with animated curiosity.
"That's for me to know and for you to find out! Don't worry! You'll see soon enough!" he answered.
"Gee, the lights work!" she exclaimed. They were inside the huge cabin-like building.
"They should!" Bob replied. "I called to have them turn on the electricity and phone."
"Come here, wench!" Bob ordered, grabbing her about the waist. He drew her to him and she offered her lips as his mouth neared hers.
Their mouths were glued in a passionate kiss. His thick tongue was inside her oral cavern. She sucked on his tongue, letting her tongue swirl about his lingual probe. Martha loved to soul kiss. It excited her.
Bob pushed his crotch into the hollow of her thighs. The heavy bulge protruding from his crotch dug into her covered snatch. He reached down and rubbed her pudenda through her pants suit.
"Let's get comfortable, dear!" she suggested.
They parted and undressed. Bob drew her to the couch and was inside of her. His prick began the slow pistoning strokes she loved.
When they finished, Martha made them a quick supper. After the meal, Bob looked over at her.
"I'm going back to Hartford tonight," he declared. "You're staying here for a vacation!"
A stunned look filled her eyes. "What....why .... how am I going to get along?" she stammered, startled by his statement. "Why are you doing this to me?"
"Look!" he pointed out in an even voice. "You have enough food to last for the week. You have the phone if there is an emergency. There's electricity for light and heat. So, you're in no danger of being inconvenienced or starving."
"But why, Bobby, why?" Martha insisted on knowing. "What will I do without you?"
He handed her the small carton. "The answer is in this package. There are a number of sex books here plus a few interesting gadgets.
"We've been married a short time and our marriage is getting ready to come apart at the seams. I don't want it to happen. The problem is with you. Staying up here for a week, alone, will help you to meditate. Get yourself together! I think you'll find the answers in this package. Try it! That's all I ask! At least for the week-end! If you want to call it off then, give me a call at the office on Monday morning and I'll drive up here to get you."
There was a hurt expression on her face. "You don't love me any more! You wouldn't be doing this if you loved me!"
"You're wrong, honey! I'm doing this because I love you. I want our marriage to succeed. It can't with your hang-ups."
He reached out and took her hands in his. His eyes gazed into her face. "Believe me, dear! All I want you to do is at least read the books and meditate. Give this whole scene some real thought. There's nothing wrong with the things I want you to do. It's just that you've been conditioned to believe that there is."
She began to cry, her body shaking with heavy sobs. "You don't love me any more!"
"Damn it! I can't get through to you!" he exclaimed as he stood up. "I'll call you tomorrow!" he snapped and stormed out, slamming the door.
Martha heard the car start up. A loud wail of tearful anguish rolled from her throat. She buried her face in her arms. She cried for several minutes. Raising her head, Martha sniffed back the tears and reached for the box.
There were four books in the small carton. Two were paperback fiction novels. The other two books were a kind of sex manual. One had a number of graphic pictures. She skimmed through the pictures, grimacing at the scenes.
The gadgets in the box intrigued her. One was a large thick phallus. It was at least nine inches long and almost two inches in circumference. The artificial cock was complete in every detail including the veiny structure.
Another item was a hand vibrator used for massages. It was packed in a box, complete with instructions.
A third erotic toy was shaped almost like a horseshoe. It was a thick curved piece of heavy rubber. Both ends were shaped like cocks. In the center of the piece was a small switch. Martha turned it on. The twin phalli came to life in her hand. A low hum filled the air while the dual dildoes quivered in her palm.
The contents of the package piqued her interest. She guessed at the application of the items. There was no guessing about the books. Martha wondered if Bob wanted her to use the gadgets on herself.
She glanced at her wrist watch. A little after seven! It was dark outside and she was alone. Alone with her thoughts, Martha decided to start reading a book or two. She chose a technical book relating to sex practices and psychology. The contents surprised her and held her interest. In spite of the contents stressing the normalcy of most sexual acts, Martha found it difficult to reconcile her problem. Some of it was still abhorrent.
As she continued to read, she found the glands of her cunt beginning to sweat. Aroused by the text, Martha began to fantasize. In objective reflection, she could condone Bob's action. He was just as concerned about saving their marriage as she.
Sitting on the couch, Martha wished she could be a whore. As a prostitute, her sexual ability would satisfy her husband. She could suck his prick without harboring any feelings of repulsion or guilt. It would enable her to indulge in any sexual whim Bob desired. A phrase in one of the chapters remained fixed in her mind. "A wife should be a cook in the kitchen, a hostess in the living room, and a whore in the bedroom."
A licentious thought struck her. Tomorrow, I'll go looking for a man and bring him back here. Then, we'll do all the things I don't want to do. I'll practice with him and learn how to satisfy Bobby. Then, I'll call him back here and surprise him That should shake Bobby up.
Martha shivered and realized it was getting colder. She wore a silken wrap-around over her naked body. After having sex with Bobby, she remained naked, hoping there would be more sex. Getting up, she threw a small log on the fire in the fireplace. The greedy flames licked at the piece of wood.
Her eyes were riveted on the flames. She stared at the fire in a trance, contemplating lascivious thoughts.
The sound of a car drove up. There was a knock at the door. Martha turned. A feeling of elation started her heart beating faster! Bobby came back!
She hurried to answer the knock at the door. Flinging it open with a smile, Martha was disappointed by the presence of a stranger. She pulled the wrapper about her to hide her nakedness.
The man at the door was tall and slender. He had close-cropped gray hair. A smile spread across his face.
"I'm sorry to intrude," he apologized. "I took a wrong turn and got lost. I saw the light of your cabin. I wonder if I may impose upon you to use your phone. I'll be happy to pay you. I want to call my wife in New Haven. I'm over an hour late now. She'll be worried as hell!"
Standing in the open doorway made Martha colder. "Come in!" she invited. He stepped across the threshold and she closed the door. She pointed towards the phone and he thanked her.
"By the way, my name is Frank Brooke!" he introduced himself as he dialed.
"I'm Mrs. Martha Rowen!" she acknowledged, nodding her head. "My husband drove into town to pick up a few things," she lied. She didn't want to give the impression she was alone and almost naked.
"Well, you're luckier than my wife," Frank answered. "Your husband will be back soon. My wife is still waiting!" He turned to the phone and began talking.
"Hello! Amy? Where's Mother? She's out? P.T.A. meeting? Oh, yes! I forgot! Tell her I took a wrong turn and got lost. Not to worry! I'll be home soon! Yes, I'll call again if I'm delayed. Good-bye!" He hung up. "My daughter," he explained. "Looks like my wife isn't too concerned. She's not home to worry!"
He reached for his wallet and pulled out a dollar bill. "Thanks for the use of the phone."
"No, it isn't necessary!" Martha replied. "It's pretty cold out there. Would you like a cup of coffee before you leave?" she offered.
A crazy thought struck her! Suppose I get him to stay and fuck me! Would he? I hope he accepts my invitation.
"Yes, I would like some coffee but I've imposed enough upon you," he replied. "I don't want to be a bother."
"Don't be silly!" she answered. 'The coffee's made and it wouldn't be any bother at all."
She went to the kitchen and returned with two cups of coffee, sugar, cream, and some cake. Frank was seated on the couch. The coffee table in front of him held the carton of erotic literature and gadgets. Martha wondered whether he had looked at them. She tried to keep from blushing.
Bending down to put the tray on the table, her gown opened to exhibit her conical shaped tits. Her eyes caught his look at her tits.
Her pussy started to salivate. She sat down opposite him in an upholstered wicker chair. The gown remained gaping at the top allowing her white mounds to show in an insouciant exhibition. Her legs parted in a slight splay. In his location opposite her, Frank couldn't miss noticing the hairy thatch. Unless, of course, he kept his eyes some place else.
Martha had the urge to have sex with him. She didn't want to provoke the situation by throwing herself at him. Frank had to be the predator. Having him as the aggressor would salve her conscience. Women were raped every day and were unable to prevent it.
"I hope you'll forgive me," Martha began. "When you came in, I was concerned about you. You see, I'm all alone up here. My husband is away. So I made up that story about him coming back shortly. You don't strike me as being the type who would rape a woman."
He chuckled. "That explains the box of goodies you have on the table. With hubby away, you want to keep in practice!"
Martha blushed. "It was a kind of gag on my husband's part. I haven't the vaguest idea of what those gadgets are."
She moved her legs a little wider apart. The gown gaped open more, exposing the insides of her thighs.
Damn you! she flashed a silent message. What does it take to get you to attack me? I'll bet that daughter of yours is your only kid!
"Would you like to find out how these toys work?" he asked.
"I'm sure I can do that without any help," she answered. Martha tried to sound indignant. She didn't want to stop their little charade.
Frank grinned. "You're a little cock teaser, aren't you? You flash those boobs at me and give me a good look at your sweating snatch. You got these sex books and toys out in bold display. And suddenly, you become very righteous!
"You want to get fucked but you don't want to be blatantly wanton about it!" He stood up and started to disrobe.
"What.. . what are you doing?" Her voice rose.
"Just what you want me to do!" he answered. "Fuck you!"
She moved towards the phone. "Get out, get out! Before I call the police!"
He laughed. "Okay! I'll play your little game!" He went to the fireplace and picked up the poker. "Now, you're going to be a good little girl and co-operate or else I'm going to beat the hell out of you with this. What will it be, Martha? Be layed or slayed?"
Martha's pulse began to throb with a rapid beat. Her heart pounded faster. She experienced an exhilarating excitement churning within her. The walls of her cunt oozed out a heavy effusion of juices.
This man was about to subject her to carnal indignities. She thrilled to the threatening scene. The prospect of achieving the lascivious fulfillment of her salacious thoughts excited her.
"All right!" she agreed, trying to make her voice sound frightened. "Please don't hurt me! What do you want me to do?"
"First take off that gown you have on!" he ordered.
She removed the wrapper and tossed it aside. He gazed at her. Her long black hair hung down over her shoulders. Martha watched his eyes sweep over her in a surveying appraisal.
His eyes lingered on the firm conical tits that nestled close together. There was a deep cleft between the mounds pressed closed to each other.
She had a tapered waist that swung into flared hips. A pair of well shaped legs were molded into the hips. Her flat stomach dipped into a hairy mound that was prominent in the hollow of her thighs.
"Have you any rope around here?" he asked.
"Rope? What... why do you want rope?" she asked in an apprehensive tone. She had anticipated a simple rape. This aspect made her panic.
"I want to make the act more credible. If I tie you up and force you to submit, it will ease your conscience more!" he explained.
"Ease my conscience?" she answered, puzzled.
"Oh, come off it! You want to get fucked but you want to be forced. If you don't have any rope, we'll use ribbons or whatever," he told her.
She searched through the cabin with Frank following her. The hunt turned up two of Bob's neckties, a belt from the robe Martha had, and a belt from a summer dress. They returned to the main room.
Frank's eyes searched around the room. Martha suspected he was looking for some place to tie her.
"We'll use the couch!" he declared. "Lay down there!"
She stretched out on the couch and he tied her down. Each limb was separately fastened with the makeshift bonds.
"Have you ever been fucked in the ass?" he asked.
Her eyes widened in terror. "No, no! Please don't do anything there!" she pleaded. "I've never been touched there. Oh, please! Do anything you want to me but not in my . . . my rectum!"
He laughed. "Forget about those books, Martha. I'm going to give you an education you won't forget. By the time I finish with you, you'll be using the right words as well! Oh, yes! I'm going to fuck your rectum! Ha, ha!"
He padded out of the room. Martha struggled against the bonds and found it difficult to free herself. She wondered where he went. Frank returned with ajar of her cold cream.
"Couldn't find any other lubricant!" he explained. "Nothing wrong with this!"
Dipping a finger into the jar, he removed a glob of the white cream. He pushed it into the tight sepia hole of her ass. Her body shifted at the unfamiliar insertion. The digital penetration wasn't too bad.
She felt the probing finger moving inside her anal canal. The contact evoked a slight lascivious sensation. The cool oily cream helped to accept the presence of the finger massaging the muscles of her asshole. A minute or two of the moving finger and she acclimated to Frank's ministrations. Martha found this act pleasant enough.
Frank removed the finger and picked up the curved twin dildo. He dipped the head of one end into the jar. Martha watched in fascination. For a moment, her gaze shifted to his prick. It protruded from the center of his crotch. The hard-on looked longer and thicker than her husband's. She knew before the evening was over, the thick hard flesh would be inside of her.
Her speculations were interrupted by Frank fitting the head of the dildo to her tight sphincter. The thick phallus stretched the lips of her asshole. There was a grudging yield of muscles as the fake cock insinuated itself into her ass.
Martha didn't feel any real pain. The unfamiliar pressure on the small tight hole was more than she ever experienced. She felt it going deep inside the rectal sheath.
"Stop, stop!" she cried out. "I can't stand it! I have to move my bowels! Please, please take it out!"
"Don't worry! You don't have to shit! It's just the initial sensation!" he explained. "Once you get used to having your ass stuffed, you'll get it over it."
Frank continued to work the dildo up her ass. Satisfied with that insertion, he fitted the other dildo past the hairy lips of her twat. Martha's suspicion of this gadget's application was confirmed. She was unprepared for what followed next!
The center knob was turned. Her body gave an involuntary jerk as the twin vibrators hummed into action. She remained motionless for a short time. At first, the vibrating impactions in her two holes were a gentle tickling sensation. They blossomed into a stronger tingle.
A thousand prickling needles titillated every nerve fibre in her body. She squirmed in exquisite erotic agony as a thousand mild electric shocks jolted her nervous system. The sensation flooded both erogenous orifices. In the confined spaces with no outlet for release, the sensation diffused itself. It spread all over her body.
Frank plugged in the hand vibrator. Switching it on, he brought his pulsating fingers to the tip of a tit. His fingers closed over the nipple.
Martha arched her back, raising her ass off the couch. It was as though his fingers were some kind of magnet, pulling her upward. She inhaled through her teeth, emitting a long drawn out hiss of ecstatic bliss. "Hsssssssss!"
The prickling needles burrowed under the nipple causing it to stiffen. She felt the stimulating slivers filling her tit. They passed through, down to her stomach, and then blended with the mass of tantalizing tingles in her cunt and ass.
Her tit was released and Frank started to work on the other nipple. She was surprised at how much these little mechanical gadgets could arouse her. Bob's playing with her clitoris never induced such strong responses.
Martha twitched and jerked in a delirium of erotic passion. Groans of rapturous delight gurgled in her throat.
"Hunnnnrrrr! Hunnnnrrrr!" Rasping grunting sounds came from her lips. Followed by moans of ecstatic abandon. "Ohhhhrrr! Ohhhhrrrr! More, more!" Then the pleasurable goans! Ahhrrg! Ahhrrg! Ohhrrr! Ohhrrr!"
Martha's eyes were closed, her mouth opened. The closed eyes to better savor the intense erotic torture of the vibrators. The open mouth emitting the groans and moans of ecstatic pleasure.
She could feel an orgasm building up. With a violent fury, it broke over her like rollers breaking on a surf. Wave after wave of the orgasmic juices washed over her cuntal cavern. Martha had a vague awareness of some come rolling down her thighs. Her mind concentrated on the taunting erotic ravishment of the vibrators humming in the confined holes.
"I'm coming, I'M COMM-M-MINNGGG!" she announced in an ecstatic cry. "OH! Fuck me, fuck me! Please, please! Fuck me, fuck me!" she pleaded in unashamed wantonness.
Martha had a strong desire to feel a hard prick pumping inside her cunt. She wanted to feel the forceful ramming of Frank's cock piston-ing away in tandem with the pulsating orgasms beating in her twat.
She sucked in her lower lip, biting it. She had to do something to alleviate the voluptuous tingling within her, threatening to drive her wild.
"No more, no more! I can't stand it! Please, stop, stop!" she begged. The deep vibrations had driven her to a point she couldn't endure anymore. In spite of her entreaties to stop, her moans of sensual approval continued to mingle with her pleas.
"Ahhrrgrr! Ahhrrgrr!" It was an animal-like growl that diminished into a gurgle. She doubted whether she could stand any further stimulation. Any moment, she expected to pass out. Her mind was tight-rope walking along a fine line between extreme exquisite sensuality and unconsciousness. Every nerve ending in her was sentient.
As suddenly as it began, the vibrators stopped. Martha's body continued to thrash, still in the throes of the piquant tingles that persisted. Several minutes elapsed before she realized the vibrators were off.
In her most bizarre flights of fantasy, Martha never imagined such ecstatic rapture. She never thought such erotic sensual stirrings could be induced!
Martha was aware of the absence of the vibrators. Her cunt and asshole felt anesthetized from the still present tingling. Although naked, her body was coated with perspiration. Her wild thrashing and exertion had worked up quite a sweat. She never dreamed sex could be so strenuous!
"See, that wasn't so bad!" Frank addressed her. "You found out how two of these gadgets work and had a little workout for your ass. Now it's my turn for a little fun! You were begging me to fuck you before! I'm going to accommodate you!"
Martha's brain was still in a slight turmoil. She found the recovery from the lascivious stimulation slow. Her mind was functioning well enough to understand what was happening next though. Frank's beautiful dick was going to plow her quim!
Frank loosened the bonds. "I can't fuck you here. I need a place with more comfort. Let's use the bedroom."
Her legs buckled a little as she swung off the couch. She led the way to her bedroom. Frank followed her with his hand on a buttock, fondling the soft flesh of her ass.
Martha assumed a position on the bed and he tied her arms down, leaving her legs free.
She saw he still had the hand vibrator with him. He plugged it in. "I'm going to warm you up a little before I start," he told her. "Really get you in the mood!"
Frank brought his pulsating fingers to her clitoris. The tips of his fingers dug into the base of the small turgid node of erogenous flesh. Tantilizing vibrations burrowed into her clitty. She had an immediate reaction. Her pelvis gyrated in a frantic wriggle to dislodge the teasing fingers.
"I guess you're ready!" Frank commented. He shut off the vibrator and shifted between her legs.
A deep sigh of contentment escaped her throat as his thick cock slid into the accessible hole with ease. Martha felt it sliding along the velvety canal of her vagina. She felt the thick prong penetrate deep inside of her.
There was a certain similarity between Frank's technique and her husband's. She wondered if all men fucked the same way!
Frank started by driving his cock in as deep as he could. It was a slow penetration. With the same deliberation, he moved his hips back, almost withdrawing his rigid prick. "Mmmmmm!" Martha murmured in appreciative approval. The cock moved back and forth in slow piston-like movements.
She felt his prick swaying from one pulsating wall of her vagina to the other. Her eyes were closed as she savored the subtle sensuality of his measured strokes. Little rumbling murmurs vibrated in her throat like a cat purring.
He increased the cadence. His hips surged in a frenzied drive. Back and forth he pumped his dick into her. She felt the forceful bump of his pelvis pounding against her hips. Deep in her dampened twat, Martha enjoyed the violent thrusts. His movements became more hurried. As Frank's breathing increased, his breath washed over her face in a warm breeze.
Martha knew by his motions, he was ready to come. Within her, she could detect the stirrings of her own climax.
She felt the pulsation of his cock just as the come spewed into her sluice box. Simultaneously, the throbbings of her own climax mingled with his viscous semen.
"Ooooooo!" Martha emitted a prolonged squeal of erotic delight. The voluptuous sensation induced by a stranger enhanced the lascivious pleasure. She found being violated by this man was arousing her carnal passion.
He buried his geysering prick deep into her venereal vestibule. His thatch of pubic hairs crushed into her hairy pudenda. Frank's fleshy tube expelled strong dollops of come in strong rapid ejaculations. The force and quantity diminished in a gradual decrement.
Martha felt his prick soften. His hard-on disappeared. Frank uncoupled himself and she saw his withered cock. It was covered with their mutual come. Little white flecks of his jism speckled the shrunken piece of penile flesh. She also saw the glistening slickness of her cuntal moisture on his dick.
She was pleased with the evening's activities. Frank would be leaving soon. He had a home to go to. Martha was tempted to have him drive her to a bus terminal. She was ready to submit to Bob's wishes. The ass-fucking with the vibrator wasn't too bad! The substitution of a prick was no great deal! Besides, a real prick wouldn't vibrate like that dildo!
"Please, untie me before you go!" Martha asked.
"You're joking! What makes you think I'm going to leave now?" he queried.
"Why! Why! Your wife! You called before and said you were going to be delayed. If you don't show up, your wife will become concerned!" Martha answered.
He laughed. "I'm going to take care of that now!" Frank reached for the phone on the end table alongside of the bed and dialed a number.
"Hello, Stan? This is Frank! Do me a favor! Call up my home and tell them that I'm with you and that we'll be away for the week-end! After you've made the necessary excuses, pack a few things and get up here," he invited.
Frank listened for a moment. "I'm shacking up with a real horny broad." He winked at Martha. "She asked me to invite a friend along to help liven things up. I thought of you right away! And don't forget to bring up the special stuff!" Frank impressed upon him. He finished the conversation with directions for reaching the cabin.
After he hung up, Frank looked down at Martha. "If you thought our little session was exciting, wait until Stan gets here! By the time we finish our little week-end jaunt, you'll be a sexual sensation. Stan will be up here in about an hour. In the meantime, you can practice by giving me a blow-job!"
CHAPTER TWO
The startling turn of events shocked Martha. She didn't anticipate Frank remaining with her over the week end or inviting another man over to assist him in submitting her to further sexual abuses!
She had experienced the violation of her ass with the vibrator. Martha was certain now that there would be an eventual penetration of her ass by a real cock. Frank's declaration of having her suck him off upset her. If the act was repugnant at her husband's suggestion, it was worse now!
"Please, Frank! Haven't you done enough to me? Why must you bring a friend here and degrade me so? Haven't I done everything you wanted? Didn't I co-operate? Please, please, when your friend gets here, leave!"
Frank shook his head. "I'm intrigued by your presence here and your array of erotic junk, including the books. You gave me a cock and bull story about your husband being up here and changed it. You told me all kinds of stories. I really am not interested in your reasons, only in your being alone here with this junk and your sexy attitude!"
"Please, you don't understand!" Martha insisted.
"I really don't want to know," Frank replied. He tied her legs down. She was spread-eagled on the bed. Frank straddled her chest, his buttocks resting on her soft tits. His prick dangled above her chin.
"Please, have a heart!" she begged. "I... I never performed oral intercourse! It will make me sick!"
Frank exaggerated his surprise. "You never sucked cock? How could you deny your husband this pleasure? Oral intercourse? Don't get fancy with me! Suck cock or give head or a blow-job! None of this shit about oral intercourse! Now I want you to beg to suck me off!" he demanded.
"No!" she refused in a shout of defiance. "You can't make me. I'll... I'll throw up all over you!" she threatened.
Frank laughed. "Do you know what a gang bang is?" He didn't wait for her reply. "It's a broad getting laid by a group of men. At least a minimum of six! You're going to behave and do everything I tell you or else I'll invite a few more of my friends up here. We'll fuck you bow-legged! By the time we get through, you'll take the vows of celibacy! Now, are you going to do as I tell you or do I make the calls?" he intimidated her.
Panic became a tight knot inside her stomach. "No, no! Don't call! I'll do it!" she promised.
"Okay!" he snapped. "Now beg me to suck my cock!"
"Please, let me . .. let me suck ... your ... cock!" she stammered out.
"Oh, come on! Put more feeling in it! Let's hear some enthusiasm!" he insisted. "You sound like you're dying!"
"Please, Frank!" she paused. Taking a deep breath as she gathered courage. "Please, Frank! I want to suck your lovely prick! Please let me give you a blow-job!" She made an attempt to sound sincere.
"That's better!" Frank praised her. "And just to show you how considerate I am, I won't let you give me a full blow-job this time. I know you never sucked cock before. So, we'll just work on the preliminaries!"
Her eyes stared at his flaccid prick hovering above her chin. It was her first close up observation of a cock. Even with her own husband, Martha's contact was limited to holding Bob's dick in her hand.
The head of the cock seemed sculptured. Frank was circumcised. A small collar of flesh ringed the ruby corona of his shaft. She saw their dried mutual come on his prick. A slight salty odor emanated from his prick.
"Just lick the tip a few times like you were licking an ice-cream cone!" he instructed.
Martha flicked out her tongue in a tentative lick. Her tongue swept over the cockhead. She was surprised that the act didn't upset her as much as she had thought it would. The tongue picked up the taste of their mutual come. It wasn't too bad! She gave the tip of his prick a few more strong licks.
Frank's shrunken flesh burgeoned before her eyes. She watched the transformation as the soft flesh extended into a hardened shaft of erogenous flesh. His prick grew and Martha studied the bluish veins that criss-crossed the surface. It reminded her of a road map.
She continued to follow his instructions. Her lips formed a large O, sheathing her teeth at the same time. Martha's mouth closed over the ruby corona of his shaft. Her cheeks collapsed as she vacuumed his prick into her mouth in a gradual suction.
Half of Frank's cock was imbedded in her oral prison. Her tongue licked along the underside of his shaft up to the rib of the cockhead.
She ran her tongue around the perimeter in one strong brushing motion. Frank had her alternate the tonguing. First, a series of flicking licks and then, long sensual sweeps.
Martha found this phase of the cock-sucking easy to endure. She had expected worse. The taste of the flesh was palatable. Forced by the fear of his threats, she put her prejudices aside and submitted to the act. Absorbing a prick in her mouth wasn't as repulsive as she thought.
Frank rocked his hips in a slow shuttling thrust. His prong slid in and out. Martha imagined her mouth was a cunt and he was fucking it. He withdrew his prick.
"That's enough for now! We'll have plenty of time for more lessons!" Frank declared. "I've got a nice big hard-on and I have to get rid of it." He unfastened her bonds and ordered her out of bed.
Martha was ordered to bend over and grab her ankles. She had to bend her knees slightly. Frank tied her wrists to the ankles. He stood behind her vulnerable ass. Dipping a finger into the cold cream jar, Frank massaged it into her asshole.
She remembered the thick impaction of the fake phallus vibrating in her ass. The initial insertion was devastating but she grew accustomed to it. Would a real cock fucking her ass be better or worse?
Frank's cockhead pressed against the tight hole. He was pushing it into the sphincter, using the force of his body and hand. She grimaced at the pressure. His cockhead forced the elastic lips of her sphincter to accept the entry. He gripped her hips and pushed. The bony cock strained to penetrate her asshole. Martha felt the slow gradual insertion.
With a final lunge, he buried his shaft into her anal sheath. His pubic hairs scraped the rounded curves of her buttocks. The full length of his cock was up her ass.
This was her first experience with a cock in her ass. She felt the heat emanating from his prick. The cold cream seemed to be melting from it. The fake cock had prepared her for this and Martha was able to accept this sex act as well as the previous ones.
Frank's cock slid out in a partial withdrawal. She thought he was going to take it out. Instead, the fleshy tube returned to its original resting place.
The action was repeated. A slow outward movement and then the return. It seemed to be a repetition of the way he fucked her quim. In and out, back and forth in a measured tempo. As it continued, Martha found his penile thrusts were exciting her a little. A tickling sensation made her twat twitch. The oozing started from her cuntal walls. Only her doubled over position bothered her.
The tight confined space of her anal sheath picked up his cock's special pulse beat. It was alive and vibrant. An erogenous tempo that blended with the one stirring inside her loins. She found herself succumbing to a lascivious excitement.
Martha squirmed her hips. The action grounded the confined tube of her asshole muscles around Frank's dick. Her movements caused him to accelerate his shuttling cock. He increased the cadence. Martha moved in tandem with his penile thrusts, rocking her hips back and forth.
A soft murmur of pleasure escaped her lips. "Mmmmmm!" She found herself enjoying the lovely prick pistoning inside her ass. He started to ram his prick in and out in frenzied urgency. The friction evoked carnal bliss in her.
She heard his breathing increase from the effort. Any moment, she expected him to come. Martha's mind dwelled on the sensation of the come shooting into her rectum. Many times she had experienced the sensation of come pouring into her quim. The contact of sperm spilling over her cunt always added to the excitement of fucking.
Frank made a final plunge with his cock. He buried it deep in the confines of her tight rectal sheath. His pelvis bumped into her asscheeks and curved around it. Martha felt the strong contractions pulsating in his prick.
The hot jism spurting in strong glutinous bursts struck the walls of her asshole. A overwhelming sensation filled her senses. She didn't think being fucked in the ass could be so stimulating.
He rested his head on her back as the orgasmic strength ebbed out of his prick. Her sensitive anal muscles detected the rigidity of his cock shrinking into a soft mass.
Frank pulled his cock out. It came out of the hole with a soft popping sound and patting her on the ass, he announced, "That was a good piece of ass!"
"Please, loosen these ties!" she pleaded. "This doubled over position is murder!"
He unfastened her bonds."Let's you and me take a little coffee break until my friend Stan gets here. It should be a wild time!"
She sat in the kitchen with him. Frank was attempting small conversation, but Martha's mind was on the visitor they were expecting. Frank called him Stan! Glancing at her watch, she saw it was after ten.
It had been a long day for her. Martha was feeling tired and she hoped the two men would not submit her to an orgy. Frank had given her quite a workout and she wanted to rest. Although the day hadn't been without its reward of pleasure! Frank had shown her new vistas of sexual delight.
Frank cocked his head at the sound of an approaching car. "That must be Stan!" he declared.
"Let's go and welcome him!"
They moved out into the main room as a knock sounded on the door. Frank opened the door and Stan came in carrying a small attache case.
Stan was short and stocky with a little neck. His head appeared to be resting on his shoulders. Martha thought he might be a wrestler or a football player. He emitted a long whistle of approval at the sight of her nakedness.
"Man! This broad is built!" Stan exclaimed. "Let's go! Let's go!" he chanted, shucking off his clothes.
Martha stared at his nude body. He had a heavy covering of hair. His chest, stomach, and legs had a thick matting of it. Stan's semi-erect cock stood out in bold relief against the background of dark hair.
She was fascinated by the animal-like sensuality of his prick's appearance. Her tiredness left her and Martha suddenly felt rejuvenated by the sight of Stan's cock. She was looking forward to having sex with him. The contents of the attache case also interested her.
Stan moved to her and threw an arm about her lower back, pulling her to him. His mouth zeroed in on a tit. Rapacious lips made greedy sucking sounds as the free hand slipped into her camouflaged cunt.
Martha made no attempt to stop him. Instead, she stood still, letting him arouse her licentious longings. The strong suction on her nipple and the hand rubbing across her pussy in rough strokes started her glands functioning.
She closed her eyes as the fires of erotic ec-stacy started up. The heat from the erogenous stimulation made her passion ignite. Her breathing became heavy and rapid.
"Hey, hey, hey!" Stan exclaimed. "This bitch is in heat! Let's take care of her!"
"Hold it!" Frank interrupted. "Martha, here, doesn't dig the sex scene unless she's tied up. She doesn't go in for some of the fancier fucking. I've been training her a little waiting for you. That's why I asked you to bring up the special stuff."
"Well, what are we waiting for! Let's get started!" Stan declared. He opened up the small case and took out a set of leather manacles. "Where do we lock her up?" he asked. "Let's find a nice comfortable place."
"How about if we both fuck her at the same time?" Frank suggested. "That coffee table is strong enough to support us."
Stan looked at the table and nodded. "Get some pillows or something! I'll lay on the table but I don't want to pick up any splinters in my ass."
The table was covered with several pillows and Stan lay down on the table. Martha straddled his thighs. With Frank's help, her cunt was soon impaled by Stan's thick cock. Her cuntal lips were stretched as the large prick packed her twat.
Frank placed the leather cuffs on her wrists and fastened the other half of each cuff to the wooden legs of the table. Martha's arms were fastened over Stan's shoulders and she was locked in against him.
He moved his thighs in a slight splay. This allowed Frank to get between his legs and get closer to Martha's ass. Frank lubricated Martha's ass with some jelly Stan had in the case.
She felt the lubricant rubbed into her tight asshole. The finger vacated her rectum to be replaced by a hard penile shaft. Frank's cockhead pushed against the brownish puckered orifice. The lips of her sphincter yielded with a grudging resistance. She felt his cock complete a full penetration.
A thrilling shiver ran up her spine. The anticipation of being fucked by two men was an erotic prize. The handcuffs and the position made the act a little uncomfortable but a voluptuous surge sweeping through her pores compensated for it.
Her venereal orifices were packed with twin cocks. The sensitive wall of muscle between her rectum and vagina detected the boring pricks pressing into it.
Stan remained motionless, supporting the two bodies on top of him. His prick rested in her damp pussy. He reached up, cupping her tits in a soft squeeze. His fingers pinched the tips with a gentle pressure and she felt the nipples stiffening as he rolled them between the tips of his fingers.
Frank's cock slid in and out of her asshole. The friction of his prick scraping along her rectal muscles evoked new erotic thrills. Stan picked up the cadence from Frank's rhythm. They moved in coordinated rhythm. Stan shoved upward and Frank made a partial withdrawal of his imbedded dick. As he returned his prick to its rectal resting place, Stan retreated with his cock.
Their coital movements were synchronized and Martha felt the intensity of their lustful stimulation in her ass and quim. She murmured in ecstatic rapture as the erotic intoxication permeated her senses.
The lips of her sphincter were compressed in a venereal kiss about Frank's shaft. Her elastic asshole offered a reluctant surrender to its departure. On the return of his cock, her rectum welcomed the return of his lascivious lance.
She felt the intense sensual heat from the rhythm of their fucking. Their coital strokes were like pneumatic drills burrowing into her flesh. Frank shoved his cock deep into her ass and Stan pulled back. Stan reversed the stroke, driving his prick forward. Frank shifted in a partial withdrawal. They maintained this penile shuttle at a rapid steady pace.
Martha felt the heat from the friction of Frank's cock. It was tepid at first, then warm, and finally, glowing. From the perimeter of her ass, the fire spread into the tight cavern of her rectum.
A little moan of ecstatic pleasure escaped her lips. "AHERRR!" Over and over, she murmured the appreciative moans. "Aherrr! Aherrr!" The prick working in her moist cunt started a fire of erotic rapture. Her entire bottom was being consumed by a sexual conflagration.
The temperature became more intense and Martha felt the glow diffusing itself. She could almost picture steam pouring out of her twin holes.
Frank's pelvis tapped against her buttocks in frenzied thrusts. His breathing pattern changed. He was exerting more effort. His driving cock moved harder and faster.
"Nnrrr! Nnrrr!" His deep rasping grunts vibrated in his chest.
Stan's warm breath blew into her face. He was expending energy also from his efforts.
Martha felt a lascivious turbulence growing. Her body was a libidinous volcano ready to erupt at any moment. At the start, the stimulation elicited gentle murmurs. As the intensity grew, she became more animated and she emitted her own animalistic growls. "Ohhmmm! Ohhmmm!"
She tried to synchronize her movements with the penile strokes of the two men fucking her holes.
A perverse exuberance took hold of her. "Fuck me, fuck me! Give me more, more! I can feel those juicy cocks in me! Harder, harder! Faster, faster!" she exhorted them in frantic pleas. "Oh, yessss! That's it, that's it! Great, great! Mmmmmm!"
Their cocks met at the fleshy wall separating her ass from her cunt. She could feel their renewed pounding and Martha wondered if their pricks would break through.
She sucked in her lower lip, biting down on it. Her pores were saturated with the exquisite piquancy of erotic rapture. Her depraved senses were being gratified as the sensual voluptuousness streamed through her body.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Martha announced. "Oh, keep it up, keep it up! Just a little bit more!" she pleaded. "HARDER, HARDER! FASTER, FASTER!" Her urgings were loud and strident. "I'm coming again! I'm shooting another load! Where is it all coming from? Now, NOWWW! VM COMM-MINNGGG! YAHHRRGRRrrr!"
It was a primitive savage cry. A mixture of emotions that ranged from anguish to ecstatic approval. She reached out and grabbed the legs of the table, squeezing the wood. Throwing back her head, the cry burst from her throat. From a forceful howling of a hurricane, it diminished to the whisper of a soft breeze.
At that moment, the spasmic emissions from Frank's prick spilt into her anal sheath. She was aware of the pulsations as each spurt became weaker. A few seconds later, Stan completed the cycle, flooding her cunt with his hot jism.
Her twin holes tingled with the voluptuous pulsations of their venereal tribute. She absorbed the throbbing palpitations of their pricks. The surrounding flesh of her erogenous holes matched their erotic throbs with vibrant beats of her own.
When the sexual storm that shook the three participants had abated it left them spent. They remained fused together for several minutes. Frank and Martha's body pressed down on Stan's frame. Fatigued, they waited for their strength to return.
Frank withdrew his tumescent shaft from her ass first then he unfastened the manacles and helped Martha to her feet. She gazed down on Stan's shrunken flesh dormant in a nest of hair.
Tentacles of come trickled out of her ass and cunt down along her thighs. The lascivious fever that had burned within her was dissipating. Her temperature returned to normal. This was the wildest sex scene she ever experienced and Martha was surprised at her acceptance of such an act.
She was also surprised by the fact Stan's excessive body hairs didn't bother her. Her body had been so attuned to the lascivious contact that her flesh lost its' sensitivity to the hairs.
"Man! That was one of the greatest fucks I ever had! Stan declared. "I think we ought to give the little lady a treat. Like eating her pussy!"
"I was thinking the same thing," Frank commented. "But I don't like the hairs."
"No big thing!" Stan shrugged. "Let's shave it off!"
The offer to have her cunt eaten bothered Martha. Stan's remark to shave off the hairs panicked her.
"No, no!" she protested. "Don't shave off the hairs!" she pleaded. "What'll my husband think when he sees the hair gone? Please, please! Do whatever you want to me but don't shave off the hairs!" She began to sob.
"Just tell him you read about it in your books and you thought he might like it," Frank answered. "Come on! You're going to have the hairs shaved off whether you like it or not!"
Stan moved in on her in a low crouch. He caught her in a low tackle. With effortless ease, he flung her over his shoulder and carried her into the bedroom. Martha was tossed onto the bed without ceremony. The leather cuffs were still on her wrists and they were promptly fastened to the bed. Additional leather manacles were added to her ankles. She was bound spread-eagled on the bed, helpless to do anything but protest.
"See if you can find a pan and get some water and a towel," Stan told Frank. "We're gonna give the lady a shave!"
CHAPTER THREE
Martha struggled, cried, and protested without success. The leather handcuffs kept her immobile to a degree. Stan and Frank ignored her and continued with their handiwork.
Shaving cream from a shaving bomb was squirted over the pubic hairs. The dark triangular bush of hair was turned into a snowy mass. Stan rubbed the cream into the hair. The pressure of his finger massaging in the cream excited her a little.
He produced a straight edged razor and began to remove hair and soap. Martha felt the metal blade scrape across her skin. She watched as each swipe of the blade cut a swath, leaving a nude space. Stan dipped the blade into a pan of water after each swipe of the blade. Within minutes the hair from her pubes were completely shorn.
Stan rubbed a little more cream over the naked skin and removed some traces of stubble then he dipped the edge of the towel into the bowl and washed over the area. Drying it off, he stepped back to admire his work.
"Now that looks good enough to eat!" Stan exclaimed. "Do you want the first bite?" he asked Frank.
"I'll go first!" Frank said. "I want to make some adjustments first."
Martha gazed down at her crotch. The absence of hair on her pussy made its appearance obscene. She saw the puffy swell of the lips. Two small mounds that dipped into a cleft. It looked like a miniature ass with underdeveloped buttocks. How was she going to explain this to Bob?
Frank produced an object from the attache case. Martha stared at it. It looked like a plastic drinking straw. The narrow tube was attached to a short cylinder about three inches long. She knew he was going to use it on her and she speculated on how.
He inserted the small tube between the lips of her ass. The flexible muscles of her rectal sheath closed over the tube. She estimated six or seven inches of the tube was up her asshole. Frank twisted the thick base. There was a dull humming sound. Martha's ass tingled with the tantalizing erotic throbs of the anal vibrator.
Frank rolled his tongue in long sweeps along the puffy mounds. The initial contact of the moist velvety tongue on her skin sent voluptuous tremors through her. She felt the thrilling throbs of the vibrator in her ass but they didn't compare to the erogenous sensation in her cunt.
The teasing tongue skimmed along the outer perimeter of her twat as he dipped his oral spatula between the dampened folds of reddish-pink flesh. An electric spark burst inside her quim and she felt the current surge into every nerve ending. A groan of rapture rolled from her throat. "Ahhrrmmm!"
Frank continued to frig the throat of her snatch with his tongue. Martha continued to groan in blissful ecstasy as his oral probe moved in tantalizing nuances. From straight in and out thrusts, he moved to swirling licks.
Her entire body seemed enveloped in a circuitous incandescence. A voluptuous tingle engulfed her. A tantalizing sensation rolled down her back like an itch that couldn't be scratched.
His tongue explored every part of the velvety slick interior of her twat as it rolled around the sphincter of her vagina trying to press deep into the throat of her cunt. Unsuccessful, the tongue withdrew and switched to her clitty.
"Ohhhh!" she groaned in blissful anguish. "I love it, I love it!" she whimpered in a hoarse ecstatic voice.
She squirmed and undulated her hips in a sinuous grind. Her wanton exclamations were provoked by the lascivious thrills welling up in her.
The shackles limited Martha's movements but she strained to move her back in a slight arch. Martha froze in that position with her hips raised off the bed. It was an attempt to press his ravenous mouth deeper against her cunt. She was putting icing on her pastry and letting him lick the frosting off the spoon!
His hands supported the pads of her ass. The palms cupped the ample globes of her buttocks pressing it closer to the rectal vibrator. Frank's mouth continued to lavish its bewitching charm on her quim.
Martha trembled with sensual agitation as the tingling pulsations in her ass blended with the voluptuous stimulation of her pussy.
He pulled the turgid flesh of her clitoris taut. His teeth gently clamped around the base of the erogenous flesh. She thought he was going to bite it off at the roots. Instead, his teeth held her clitty firmly anchored. He stretched the flesh and whipped it with his caressing tongue.
Her hips convulsed as the sensual titillations continued to sustain her erotic rapture. She tumbled her pelvis in a sinuous gyration. Fires of passion heated her cunt as the warm glow ignited sparks throughout her body.
The throbs in her quim became more intense and lancing shivers jabbed into every erogenous part of her. The lascivious turbulence palpitating in her grew more intense. His mouth continued to stimulate the venereal node.
"Ohhrrr!" she groaned, rocking her hips in cadence to his erotic stimulation.
Martha crushed her pussy closer to his sensual mouth. An orgasmic whirlpool was swirling inside her snatch. Her pulse quickened. The height of her arousal was at its peak. She was in a state of ecstatic abandon. The throes of a violent sensual thrill clutched Martha.
My gosh! she thought. He's got me so hot, I can almost jump out of my skin. I've never been so aroused before!
Frank's velvety textured tongue brushed the musky scented quim with strong lapping strokes.
She was in a transition state, going from ecstatic joy to erotic violent fervor. A giant colored wheel turned in her head. The ecstasy was a mild shade of blue. As the lustful intoxication increased, the color changed to a purple, and then a flaming red.
The tantalizing tentacles of sensual piquancy, like a giant octopus, squeezed her venereal entrails. Deep inside her snatch, the throbbing delirium of a climax increased.
"Oooooo!" she squealed, "Keep sucking! Harder!" she insisted.
The voluptuous thrill of a fermenting orgasm enveloped her. She rocked her head from side to side in exquisite erotic anguish. Her nostrils flared, catching the scent of their mutual libidinous sweat.
An orgasmic skyrocket exploded inside of her. She shuddered as the multi-colors exfoliated in her brain.
"I'm shooting, Frank! It's like the Fourth of July! Oh, Oh! I'm coming, I'm coming!" she exclaimed.
Martha's pelvis squirmed in a series of frantic erratic gyrations. She came, loosing a flood of turbulent orgasmic juices.
"Suck me, keep on sucking me! Oh, it's good! It's good!" she repeated in ecstatic approval. "I'm shooting again! It keeps shooting out of me! It won't stop! It won't stop! Here it. . . comes . . . once .. . moorreeee! YAHHRRGGRrrr!"
She likened the entire orgasm to a roller coaster ride. The initial thrill was the long ride upwards to the summit. Then, the sudden plummet, screaming as the air whipped at her hair and face. The tremendous force striking her entrails, almost pushing them through her throat.
Martha fell back against the mattress, exhausted from the strain. She was aware of heavy perspiration coating her body. The odor of her sweat was stronger now.
Frank continued to lap at her cunt, drinking up the thick effusion. Groans of rapturous pleasure kept rolling from her throat.
The rectal vibrator was removed from her ass. Her entire ass felt numb. From the elastic lips of the sphincter to the muscular interior, her ass seemed to be asleep. She was in a state of physical and mental exhaustion and though she was spent she was ecstatic over the erotic experience.
"Oo! That is some hot piece of ass!" Stan exclaimed as he began to unfasten the manacles.
Martha was reacting to the emotional tension of the hours that had passed. She wanted to take a hot bath, relax and go to sleep! It all depended upon these two!
"Look!" she addressed them. "I'm tired! It's been a long hard day for me. This whole scene has upset me emotionally as well! May I take a bath and go to sleep?"
Frank gave Stan a querying look. "What do you think, Stan? Want to call it a night? If we get a good night's sleep, we can start all over tomorrow, bright-eyed and bushy tailed."
Stan screwed up his face, his brow wrinkled in thought. "Yeh! Why not? But since Martha wants to take a bath, we'll help her." His face broke into a lewd grin.
She saw his facial expression. Martha was certain he had some other games planned for her. "I'm perfectly capable of taking a bath myself!" she said.
"Not like this!" Stan insisted. "We're gonna help ya!"
Martha heaved a sigh of resignation. Once the bath was over, she would get some sleep. "Come on!" she invited in resigned exasperation.
They marched into the bathroom and she turned on the water. Frank brought the attache case along. When the tub was half filled, Stan shut off the water.
"It's not a full tub!" Martha protested.
"It is for three people!" Stan informed her.
For cryin' out loud! she exclaimed silently. How the hell can three people fit into one tub? There's no point in arguing with them! I might as well go along! The sooner we get this over with, the sooner I can get some rest!
"I have to use the bathroom!" she told them. "Do you mind giving me a little privacy? Step out of the room for a minute while I use the john!"
"All of a sudden, you're modest!" Stan told her. "Come on! Sit down and take your leak so we can finish your bath! I'll bet you piss while your husband shaves in the morning! We're all on a very intimate relationship now! You're among friends, Martha. You can either leak in the john or in the bath! That's up to you!"
"Oooo!" she exclaimed in irritated exasperation. "You're impossible! Nothing but animals!"
"If it'll make you feel better, we'll turn our backs," Frank offered. The two turned their backs on her.
At least they offered her some concession! She sat down and sent a flood into the porcelain bowl. Wiping herself, Martha flushed the toilet and stepped into the tub.
The two men turned around. Frank held a rubber hose with some kind of shower attachment to it. He and Stan got into the tub and the water level rose.
"See! What did I tell you?" Stan addressed Martha. "Now you know why I had you shut off the water!"
She watched as Frank attached one end of the hose to the faucet in the tub. He turned on the water, adjusting the temperature. Martha was sitting in the tub, Frank in front of her, Stan, in back. Frank nodded and Stan caught her under the armpits and pulled Martha upright.
Frank brought the nozzle of the spray to her cunt. The initial force startled Martha and she had a sudden urge to take a leak. Stan had a tight grip under her armpits. There was no time for false modesty. Martha voided her bladder.
This water treatment was an exciting episode. The water pressure infused her with renewed vitality. There was a certain tingling sensation resembling the tingling of the vibrators. The vibrators were used internally. It affected her from the inside out. The water spray was working outside in!
Slivers of the forceful water jet cut the tender sensitive flesh of her clitoris. The flesh remained intact but the feeling of the water's pressure gave Martha that impression. She found the effect exquisite torture. Her body wriggled in Stan's grip. His hands dug into her armpits as the tremendous spray continued to titillate her erogenous flesh. She ignored the discomfort.
Tilting her head back, Martha closed her eyes. She relished this divine erotic water play. Every sexual encounter she was having was bringing her new values.
A slow churning in her loins gathered momentum. Soon, the momentum was a rushing juggernaut. Her pelvis thrust upward seeking the magnetism of the taunting water pressure. She arched her back, pushing her cunt forward.
"Fuck me, fuck me!" she urged in a husky whispered plea.
"Later, in bed!" Frank answered.
He turned off the water and ordered Stan to put her down. "Finish your bath!" Frank ordered as the two men stepped out of the tub. They dried themselves off, watching Martha soak in the tub.
She finished her bath, letting the warm water soak into tired limbs. The constant pressure on them from being tied up had taken its' toll.
"Okay, princess!" Stan announced. "Time to get out and go beddy-bye!"
Martha stepped out of the tub and towelled herself dry. They moved out of the bathroom in a procession and entered her bedroom.
"There's only room in the bed for two!" Martha told them. "We can't all sleep together. Suppose you two sleep together and I'll take the couch!"
Frank laughed. "Always the perfect hostess!" He turned to Stan. "Okay with you if I sleep with her tonight?"
Stan nodded. "Sure! After all, it's your party! I'm just a guest! I'll sleep on the couch. Just make sure you lock her up for the night!" He tossed him a leather cuff.
"You're... you're not going to lock me up while I sleep?" Martha asked. "I'll be uncomfortable!"
"Better you should be uncomfortable then we should find you out of bed cutting our throats while we sleep!" Stan answered.
Martha gasped. "I... I wouldn't do such a horrible thing!"
"Stan didn't mean that literally! It was a hyperbole!" Frank explained. "It would be embarrassing to have you escape or call the police while we slept!"
It was hopeless arguing with him. She stretched out on the bed and made herself comfortable. A handcuff was fastened to her wrist and to the bed.
"Good night, Stan! See you in the morning!"
Frank said.
"Pleasant dreams!" Stan replied. "Good night, Martha! Save some goodies for me!"
She felt frustrated and annoyed. "Go fuck yourself!" she swore.
"I'd love to!" Stan purred back, "But I'd rather do it to you. See you tomorrow!"
Stan switched off the main light and walked out. She was aware of Frank's hand moving over her hip towards her snatch.
Damn! she swore in silence. These bastards are like machines! I'll never get any sleep tonight!
CHAPTER FOUR
Frank bothered her once during the night. Martha was thankful for that. He let her have a good night's sleep. Although, it was uncomfortable sleeping with one arm shackled.
The strident ring of the telephone woke the two occupants of the bed. Martha struggled to reach the phone. Frank grabbed her by the shoulder.
"Don't try any heroics!" he warned her. "Just play it cool! If it's your husband, act natural. You get smart and we'll be out of here before anyone gets here. But you'll be here! Dead!"
Her first thought was to grab the phone and blurt out a cry for help. Frank's threat and careful reconsideration convinced her such a move would be foolish. She nodded.
Martha picked up the phone as Stan rushed into the room. Frank placed a finger over his lips to warn him to be silent.
"Hello, Bobby!" she greeted her husband. "I'm fine! No, I'm not really mad at you! That was a horrible thing for you to do! Run back to the city and leave me up here alone! I could have been murdered or raped!"
Frank gave her a jab in the ribs. She grimaced.
"Yes, dear! I've been reading the books! No, I haven't started to use those fun toys you left! I'm still trying to figure out why you left them here for me!" she lied. "By the way! When are you coming up here to get me? Today? That's nice! What time? About ten? Good! I'll be ready! Yes! I love you too!" Martha hung up.
She reached for her wrist watch. "It's a quarter after eight! My husband will be here about ten! I think you two better leave!" she warned.
Frank chuckled. "Nice try, Martha! I have a hunch your loving husband won't be here until Monday morning or later! In the meantime, let's all wash, have breakfast, and continue the fun and games."
Martha frowned in annoyance. How the hell did he know Bobby wouldn't be there before Monday?
He unlocked the handcuff and Martha stood up, rubbing her arm. She started for the bathroom.
"Where are you going?" Stan asked.
"To take a leak!" she snapped. "Got any objections!"
"Pee my guest!" Stan chuckled over the quip.
She walked past him, sniffing disdainfully. Martha was pleased they had allowed her this privacy for a personal act. As she sat on the toilet, she reflected over the past events. Her husband's refusal to pick her up, bothered her. He told her being alone would help her meditate on her hangups!
There weren't any more hang-ups left! Her two unwelcome guests had seen to that! In retrospect, Martha couldn't knock her experiences. She had received quite a sexual education without compromising herself. After all, they did rape her! If she ever got back to her husband, she was certain their love life would show a marked improvement.
Martha washed herself and brushed her teeth. Out in the kitchen, she went about making breakfast for everyone.
Eating breakfast, Frank remarked, "I'm glad to see you're getting into the spirit of things, Martha. You're more co-operative. After breakfast, I'm going to finish your education. I'm going to teach you how to give head!"
"Thanks!" she answered in exaggerated appreciation. "I can hardly wait!"
"That's what I like about you, Martha!" Frank replied. "You're so enthusiastic in spite of the circumstances. You show good judgment. If you can't lick 'em, join 'em!"
"Just call me a good sport!" she sarcasmed. "You are!" Frank told her. "I mean it! You're trying to make the best of a bad situation."
She grunted. It was a bad situation, but it could be worse! Stan appeared to be the type one could identify as a rapist! Frank didn't! That puzzled her. She shrugged the thoughts out of her mind. Who the hell knew what type qualified as a rapist? There were all kinds!
They moved into the main room and Stan started up a new fire. Frank moved over to the couch and sat down in a slouch.
"I want your hands free," he explained, "that's why I'm not tying you up this time. Kneel down between my legs."
Martha got down on her knees, her eyes fixed on his cock in a semi-rigid state. She listened as Frank gave her new instructions.
She cupped his balls in one palm and held the base of his shaft in the other. Stroking his shaft with her curled fingers several times made his cock stiffen. Pursed lips kissed the ruby crown. Her mouth opened in a partial yawn. His cockhead was placed against the opening. With a slow suction, Martha drew in the waiting dick.
Frank's prick disappeared into her moist oral cavern. Half of his bony hard-on rested in her mouth. She continued to pump the exposed portion of his shaft. Her tongue and lips resumed the oral stimulation he had taught her. His balls were fondled while she maintained the erogenous tantalizing with her mouth and hand.
"That's good!" he approved. "Take your mouth away and keep jerking me off!" he instructed. "When I shoot my load, catch it in the other hand!"
Martha kept stroking his cock, watching it for signs of orgasming.
"Now, now! I'm going to come!" he announced. "Catch my come in your hand!"
She pumped her hand faster along his shaft. Her other hand capped the reddish cockhead. Martha felt the strong contractions as his hot jism squirted out. The sticky warm globs of come filled her palm. A small puddle of the viscous liquid collected. When the strong pulsations diminished she topped jerking him off and took away the hand filled with Frank's come.
The warm sticky come cooled off. Following instructions, Martha stuck a finger into the creamy collection in her palm. She stuck the coated finger into her mouth. Just the thought repulsed her! She knew one way or another, they would force come into her mouth. This seemed the easiest way with a minimum of coercion.
It didn't taste bad at all! Expecting worse, Martha was surprised.
"That wasn't so bad, was it?" Frank asked.
"Lick up the rest of it! Finish it!"
Martha's tongue swept across the sticky concoction in a hesitant sweep. Little by little, she ingested the rest of his come. Anticipating a bad reaction, Martha absorbed the rest of the jism without any adverse effects.
"There! That's half the battle!" Frank commented. "Now you can swallow come without getting upset. The rest is strictly method and skill. Suck Stan off while I tell you what else to do."
He exchanged places with Stan whose cock was already anxious to enjoy Martha's oral talents. She stared down on the hard boneless flesh. It was a bit smaller than Frank's, but thicker. Her hand caught the fleshy sac and caressed the heavy egg-shaped balls hidden inside.
She made strong sweeping licks up and down his cock. His prick was coated with saliva. Opening her mouth wide, she absorbed the head of his dick and closed her lips over the crown. Her lips curled over her teeth, sheathing them. The oral clamp was pressed tightly over the shaft. Not hard enough to hurt the sensitive cock! Just enough pressure to hold the hard-on in a secure grip.
Martha repeated the licks, letting her tongue roll over the velvety corona of the imbedded shaft. Her oral brush swept around the rib of his cockhead. The tongue passed over the tiny pee-hole.
Her cunt started to sweat. The erogenous itching began as she continued to lick the thick cock. She was aroused by this erotic act and a sudden desire to have the cock in her cunt came over her. There was a temptation to stop sucking and ask them to start fucking!
The oral contact sent lascivious darts through her. Her twat grew damper from the erogenous emissions oozing out of the vaginal walls. She switched back to long sweeping licks up and down his cock.
Frank kept giving her instructions. She drew the saliva-slick cock into her mouth. Her lips and tongue maneuvered over the absorbed portion of his prick. Only half of it was in her mouth. Martha's head bobbed up and down in a slow coital motion. The idea of Stan fucking her mouth increased her lust.
"That's the way!" her mentor praised her. "Now swing into a trip around the world!"
This was something Frank mentioned. She thought sucking cock was bad enough! His reference to licking the asshole for a trip around the world made her shudder with revulsion. He told her what to do. Steeling her will power, Martha obeyed him. Stan's prick came out of her mouth.
Her tongue flattened against the thick tube and traveled from the cockhead to the base of the shaft. She opened her mouth and tried to accommodate a ball. It was a little difficult. Instead, she licked and nibbled on each nut. From his balls, her silky tongue glided along the perineum.
She grasped Stan's thighs under the buttocks and raised his legs. Her forehead pressed against his balls as she closed in on his asshole.
Martha tasted the inner walls of his asscheeks as her tongue traversed the cleft of his ass. Her tongue swept over the hair on his ass. The hairs bothered her. If they shaved off her cunt hairs, why couldn't they shave off his hairs? she asked herself. He'd look more human without it!
The tip of her tongue reached the brownish crinkled hole. The sight of the tight orifice amazed her! She couldn't understand how a cock had penetrated her small asshole without damaging it!
Martha's oral exploration circled the perimeter of the sphincter. She tried to insert the tip of her tongue inside the hole. The taste and smell bothered her and she retraced her steps.
Going back to Stan's cock, she continued the various oral urgings. Her compressed lips slid up and down his shaft. Stan began to move his prick in tandem with her mouth. He was fucking her mouth in earnest now. Arching his back, he thrust his hips in a rapid rocking motion. His balls bounced against her chin, keeping tempo.
She knew by his frenzied thrusts, his orgasm was imminent. His spasms began, heralding the onset of his climax. Martha felt the pulsations in her mouth just as the cream-like aliment poured out. Frank told her how to prepare for the geyser- ing come. Using her tongue to control the flow like drinking from a water fountain.
Martha held the base of his shaft, preventing him from stabbing her in the tonsils. Stan made a final thrust, spilling his come into her waiting mouth. She continued to tease his prick with her lips and tongue. When his libidinous emissions waned, she released her oral grip.
Her mouth made little slurping sounds as she swallowed the remainder of his jism. She gazed down on the cock in her hand. It was no longer rock hard! His prick was a shrunken piece of flesh. The foreskin slipped its fleshy protective shield over the head.
A tiny tear drop of come peeked out of the tip. She peeled back the loose flesh and flicked her tongue over the remaining drop in a wanton gesture.
"How was that?" she asked. There was a slight hint of conceit in her voice. Martha felt she did a good job of sucking him off for a beginner.
"Not too bad!" Frank answered. "You still have a lot to learn! But for a beginner, it was good!"
Her ability to elicit a libidinous response with her mouth elated her. She had achieved some competence and wanted to try it out on her husband. In spite of the circumstances, Martha started to laugh. The situation struck her as funny.
Bob had isolated her with the hope she would rid herself of what he called 'her hang-ups!' Well, she certainly learned a helluva lot! She wondered what his reaction would be if he knew how she achieved that end!
"Let's go back to the bedroom!" Frank ordered. "We're going to have some exercises."
Martha stood up and returned to her bedroom. She assumed the gamut of sex acts had been run. They had introduced her to oral sex. She'd had her cunt eaten and in exchange, sucked cock. They had fucked her ass and cunt, individually and at the same time. Artificial means were used to arouse her. The vibrators and the water spray had induced some fantastic sensations! What was left?
She swung onto the bed. Frank fastened the leather manacles to her wrists. He attached the other ends to her ankles. Martha lay on the bed, almost doubled over, her legs fastened to her arms. She couldn't straighten out!
Her first thought was they intended to screw her in either one of the holes. Or use the vibrators!
A look of consternation filled her face at the sight of ping-pong paddles when Frank produced them from the attache case. Her eyes widened in panic.
"You're... you're not going to use that on me, are you?" she asked in a trembling voice.
Frank grinned. "It occurred to me that you haven't been a dutiful wife. Your husband leaves you up here alone in a kind of penitence. From the way you've been acting about sex, I got the impression you refused to satisfy him sexually. Under the circumstances, I think your husband has been very patient. However, I think you should be punished for denying him his sexual rights!"
"No, no!" she protested, her voice rising. "You can't do this! You wouldn't! I've done everything you wanted me to do! I'll do anything you want! Please, please, don't beat me!" she pleaded.
Frank exhaled a deep sigh. "I'm afraid we're going to spank you a little! You'll be all the better for it!"
He placed the paddle against the fleshy roundness of her buttocks. Her stomach churned in panic at the promised spanking. She tried to roll over on her side and twist away to avoid the punishment.
"Hold her!" Frank ordered Stan.
Stan jumped onto the bed and pulled Martha back to her supine position. He squatted over her shackled limbs and held her legs. The paddle rested against her buttocks again.
WHACKK! The paddle cracked against her exposed ass. "OUCHH!" Martha cried out. She felt the burning sting spreading across her ass-cheeks. Her body jerked at the blow, but Stan held her in place.
Sobs shook her frame and tears filled her eyes. "Please, please!" she begged. "You're hurting me! I'll do anything you want! Please stop!"
WHACKK! Another punishing blow struck her buttocks. "OUCHH, OUCHH!" Her anguished cries of pain sounded again. Her ass felt like someone placed a blowtorch against it.
Her hips jerked, convulsing her body. She pulled at the restraints to get free but the restraints kept her limbs restricted while Stan kept her from shifting.
The excruciating pain from the paddling made her scream. Her cries were screaming wails of hysterical pleas for the beating to stop. Frank continued the punishing tattoo on her ass with the paddle. Her entire body seemed consumed from the agonizing conflagration consuming her buttocks. She writhed in pain.
Martha thought she could feel the violent heat from her battered ass radiating up to her \ shoulders. She didn't know whether it was from the beating or the strain from the shackles. She doubted if she could take any more.
"No more! Oh, please, no more!" she pleaded. Her voice rose in an anguished hysterical outcry. "I can't take it anymore! Please, have mercy! Do anything you want but don't hurt me anymore!"
Martha felt the heat of the spanking penetrating the walls of her snatch. She didn't think this tortured anguish could affect her so. The paddling continued in measured strokes. WHACKKK! WHACKKK! The pain was so intense, she thought she would pass out.
The stillness of the room was punctuated by the sound of her voice and the paddle striking her flesh. Between screams of pain, Martha's tearful sobs mixed with pleas to stop. Frank finished giving her the sixth smack with the paddle and stopped.
Tearful sobs continued to shake her body. Frank applied an emollient over her fiery red skin. The initial touch sent additional lances of pain shooting through her abused asscheeks. She-was thankful for the temporary relief the unguent offered.
The restraints were unfastened and Stan left his position on top of her. Martha had difficulty standing up. They helped her off the bed.
She stood shaking with pain and anger. Her speech was punctuated with heavy sobs.
"You're ... you are . .. nothing . .. but... a bunch .. . of. .. sadistic . .. bastards!" she swore. "Don't.. . ever ... turn your . .. backs . .. on ... me! .. .I'll kill... y-y-you!"
"You'll get over it, Martha!" Frank replied in a conciliatory tone. "When we leave, you'll thank us for everything. You're just a little upset now!"
"Drop dead and go fuck yourself!" she snapped back.
"Make up your mind! We can't do both!" he answered. "Why don't you go out in the kitchen and do the dishes. It will get your mind off this!"
She rushed out into the kitchen. Stan was right behind her. "Just in case you're looking for a weapon!" he told her. "I don't want you to do anything foolish!"
Martha was shaking from angry frustration. Damn these bastards! I wish I could cut off their balls!
Frank came out into the kitchen and spoke in low soothing tones. In spite of her anger, Martha found herself responding. She kept busy by finishing up the few dishes.
Frank walked into the kitchen. "Time for another treatment!" he announced.
"Can't you ever think of something else besides sex?" Martha answered in an annoyed tone. "When are you going to leave me alone?"
He laughed. "There you go! Always thinking about sex! I was referring to a treatment for that flaming ass of yours. I want to put some more of this salve on it. This second coating should make it easier for you to sit down."
She was thankful for this consideration. Following him back into the main room, Martha lay face down on the couch. He applied some more of the unguent to her buttocks. When he finished, he picked up a tube of lubricating jelly and started to smear her cunt with it.
The fingers moving inside her cunt excited her. It wasn't necessary to grease a cunt for straight fucking. She suspected it was something else.
Martha found herself eager to discover what new way they intended to use her.
"We're going to use an old Chinese method called Bar-Ah-Fon-Goo" Frank told her. "Stan, line up with me!" - Stan stood opposite Frank with Martha in between them. Frank told her what to do. She suspected the name was contrived but the act would not be. They were going to fuck her with some way out position. That excited her more.
Following directions, Martha splayed her legs in a slight spread stance for balance, then she bowed from the waist. Frank moved into the center of her legs and caught the front of her thighs. Martha reached for Stan's waist. He caught her under the armpits and lifted her up.
Her legs were lifted off the floor. Frank held her like the arms on a wheelbarrow. He shifted her hips in an attempt to line up her cunt with his cock. Moving his cock, he managed to fit his hard-on to her hole. With a thrust of his hips, Frank's cock disappeared into her greased quim.
Martha was supported in a horizontal position. Stan's prick was in a semi-erect state, this she caught in her mouth. Confined in the warm moist recesses of her mouth, his cock swelled into a hard piece. She thrilled at the response to her oral ministrations.
Frank's groin was pressed up tight against her crotch. The bristles of his pubic hairs scraped and tickled her bare skin. Martha found the hairs scraping her skin added to the voluptuous sensation induced by this wild position.
Rotating his hips in a sinuous undulation, Frank grounded his rampant shaft in the moist confines of her pussy as he kept her snatch welded to his groin.
She loved the sensation of his bone hard cock stirring in the throat of her cunt. An incandescent flash of voluptuous lightning scurried along her spine. "MMMMM!" she murmured in blissful approval. That was all she could say since her mouth was filled with Stan's dork.
Earlier, she had learned how to suck cock. The experience had given her some proficiency, something she didn't have before! Martha was determined to become skilled in that art. She wanted to surprise her husband.
Her tongue drifted over Stan's engorged flesh in tantalizing licks. Compressed lips massaged his cock with lascivious enthusiasm. Martha's fitted mouth attacked the entrapped flesh with carnal ardor.
Frank's groin pulled back as he withdrew his cock in partial desertion of her quim. He returned his venereal piston in a measured thrust. His rigid prong slipped in and out in a steady cadence. The friction of his prick scraping along her snatch sent lances of rapture stabbing into every pore of her body.
74 She felt spiraling passions cork-screwing along her vaginal vestibule now and his pumping cock seemed to have deeper penetration into her hole.
Frank shifted his hands along her thighs trying to reach her clitoris. When his fingers touched her tiny center of pleasure, Martha felt a surge of erotic exhilaration. He grasped the moist turgid papule and tantalized it with a stimulating massage. His teasing fingers evoked added piquant rapture to the erotic ecstasy that flooded her aroused body. She tried to wriggle her cunt in a sinuous gyration to compliment his tactile teasing.
Martha growled in a sensuous groan. The sound was muffled by her occupied mouth, but there was no mistaking the meaning of her muted moans. Frank had succeeded in arousing her passion with his technique.
He continued to pump his cock in and out of her cunt. His provocative fingers moved her to rock her pelvis in cadence with his thrusts. Her lower trunk moved in erratic rhythm.
She tried to match his penile strokes with bucking thrusts of her crotch. The awkward position limited her movements so she alternated these movements with gyrations of her pelvis. One minute, she tried to synchronize her cunt with his pistoning cock, then shifted to squirming wriggles of her pelvis.
Stan wasn't forgotten during the concentration on her personal gratification. Her mouth was an oral cunt. She held on to his hips as he swayed back and forth. His cock slid in and out of her mouth without effort. Aside from Martha's occasional pelvic gyrations', the three moved in coital unison.
Her tongue rolled about his turgid prick, letting it ride along the shaft to the crown. Stan's thick cock was treated to a series of gentle nibbles. Her oral trap released its hold and Martha fastened her lips on the underside of his cock in the area where the crown joined the shaft, the frenum, the most sensitive portion of a prick.
Martha caught up the flesh and nibbled on it. A hiss of ecstatic pleasure passed through Stan's lips. "Hssssss!" His vocal expression was music to her ears.
Any woman could suck a man's dick! The trick was to get him to approve her efforts with erotic sounds of rapture.
In the brief interlude when she released Stan's cock, Martha exclaimed in libidinous exhortation, "Keep fucking me harder! Rub that clitty! Ooooo! That's good! More, more! I'm going to come, I'm going to come!"
Frank responded to her salacious urgings. He tugged and rubbed her clitoris harder and faster. She tumbled her hips in frantic gyrations and heard his rasping grunts as he shuttled his prick in and out in increased tempo.
Her muscles ached from the strain on her arms and legs. She ignored the discomfort. The only thing that mattered was the ultimate consummation of this act. Martha felt an orgasm burgeoning in her cunt, any moment, the erotic vortex would suck her in.
Coral studded gourds hung suspended from her chest. The twin mounds dangled in a wild sway, animated by her undulating body. Her swinging tits bounced together and jiggled in a sensuous erotic dance as Martha jerked her hips in a series of frantic thrusts.
She kept her hands on Stan's waist, holding tight. His cock was a lit stick of dynamite ready to explode. He shoved his prick in a series of quick penile strokes in and out of her mouth. Martha released her hold of one hand to clutch at his dick. She caught it, stopping him from impaling her throat.
The three bodies writhed in the throes of orgasmic exultation. Frank and Martha reached their sexual peak in a simultaneous discharge. She felt her come overflow like a flooded sluice gate. The heavy effusion dripped from her cunt, coating his prick.
Frank's ejaculated emissions shot into her waiting twat. He jammed his prick deep into her hole as the first dollop of sperm geysered out, his fingers digging into her hips as he fitted his groin in a tight fuse to her erogenous hole.
Martha felt the tremors of his body as he shuddered in erotic ecstasy. His cock continued to spasm in a climactic discharge.
She closed her eyes in dreamy contemplation of the voluptuous exhilaration that filled her pores. A sensual throbbing beat in her cunt. She never thought such erotic pleasures could be enjoyed so often. Light pulsations continued in her quim as the orgasms faded.
The venereal link in her twat disappeared. Frank removed his dissipated prick, leaving a small trail of come trickling from her pussy.
A groan of ecstatic anguish growled in Stan's throat. "Ahhgrrr!" He tried to ram his cock deeper into her throat. She held on to the base of his shaft.
His fleshy spigot douched her throat with his hot jism when the thick milky come gushed out of his spout. She tasted the sticky salty globs as it trickled down like a thick creamy sauce. Martha was getting used to the flavor. She made certain her lips milked the last drop from his shriveling dick.
Stan helped her to gain her footing. It had been an exciting fuck but Martha wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of telling them so.
"You're improving!" Frank told her. "By the time you return to your husband, you'll be an expert."
"I'm glad you think so!" she replied with a disdainful toss of her head, although secretly, she enjoyed the compliment.
CHAPTER FIVE
Stan stirred the glowing embers in the fireplace and tossed in two small logs. Their licentious playing made them hungry so Frank suggested a light lunch. Martha became a short order cook and prepared quick hamburgers.
They watched T.V. for a short while. "Did you and your husband ever do a 69?" Frank asked.
Martha speared him with a dirty look. "None of your damned business!"
Frank shrugged his shoulders. "That was a foolish question! You never sucked cock before us so how could you have practiced 69! Well, that's what's on schedule next! You and I are going to assume that position."
"Have I a choice?" she sneered.
He grinned! "You're some actress! If I didn't know better, I'd swear you hated sex!"
She didn't think her convictions were that obvious. Martha had tried to act the indignant debased woman, apparently her acting wasn't convincing enough.
"Okay!" she sighed in resignation. "Where and how do we do it?"
"In the bedroom, naturally! We want to be comfortable," Frank answered.
Frank stretched out on the bed and Martha inverted herself above him. Her eyes glistened in lustful contemplation of the devastating lightning rod before her. She could almost feel the tremendous erotic force harnessed there.
She ducked her head down, letting her lips brush over the ruby corona. It was a tentative gesture. An indication of pleasures she would soon bestow on his waiting cock. Martha pressed her mouth in a soft caress over the tip and with a strong sucking pull, she vacuumed his prick between her waiting lips. First, the head disappeared, followed by the shaft.
If I'm going to do this, I may as well do it right! she told herself. Put real feeling into it!
A murmur of passionate rapture filtered across his imprisoned dick. Her tongue made a series of low slow licks to increase the lusting desires that prodded her carnal hunger.
Her palms swept along the inside of Frank's thighs in a series of gentle caresses. Martha's mouth continued to exhibit her loving oral massage. She released her lingual grip sliding her tongue down the length of his shaft. The tantalizing tongue was a light brush over his bloated scrotum. She treated each ball with a tender kiss.
Martha tried to absorb each ball between her lascivious lips but only a portion of each ball was able to be absorbed. One by one, she lathered his nuts with saliva as she lavished loving licks over the egg-shaped spheres. Her moist tongue slipped behind his balls and trailed along his perineum.
Her nose caught a slight fetid odor from his ass. It didn't matter too much to her anymore! She could tolerate the smell for the sake of her libidinous inclinations.
She slid her tongue into the gluteal cleft searching for his asshole. When her search had located the crinkled brownish hole, she rolled her tongue around the perimeter of the tightly closed sepia orifice.
The tip of her oral explorer tried to penetrate the sphincter. With this little moaning sounds of erotic bliss sounded in Frank's throat and she knew she was turning him on and loving every minute of it.
A sudden whim struck her! Martha parted his asscheeks and pushed a finger into the anal cavity.
His hips jerked at the unexpected entry. Her finger strayed along the tight rectal canal where the soft moist muscles of his ass held her finger in a loving embrace. She likened the feeling to touching custard. Only this custard was warm and comfortable. It was also very erotic! This tactile exploration really excited her.
The imbedded digit moved back and forth in a series of slow thrusts. This act of hers afforded her the consolation of being able to fuck him, even though it was just a finger poking in his asshole!
Frank wasn't idle during her amatory display. His hands rested on her hips while his tongue reciprocated her efforts with his own ardent display. He moved his moist mouth over the entire outer portion of her snatch. His saliva covered her quim with a thick coat. Sticking his oral blade into her slit, he used his tongue like a cock sliding it in and out in a languid draw.
Her cunt was oozing with the licentious perspiration of an aroused pussy. His saliva added to the heavy dampness in her cunt. Martha's wanton desire was due to the lascivious longings his tongue was creating but her enthusiasm for this act helped also.
His tongue had explored every part of the velvety slick interior of her twat. It rolled around the sphincter of her cunt, the tip trying to press into the funnel-like interior.
She pushed her coosy against his ravenous mouth. Her body jerked as he managed to insert a finger into her asshole and cunt and soon the twin digital penetration began its erotic stimulation.
"Mmmmm! Mmmmm!" she murmured in a soft moan of ecstatic approval. She exhaled warm breath, blowing it against his stiff wet cock.
Martha resumed her oral worshipping of his prick with her sheathed teeth nibbling up and down the length of his quivering shaft. She absorbed the reddened stiff flesh and subjected it to a series of tantalizing licks that spiraled about his dick pretending that his cock was a Maypole as her tongue danced about it in exuberant swirls.
Frank's mouth made her snatch ache with passionate longing. The dual frigging was exciting her while his mouth had found her clitoris.
He held the erogenous papule tight as Martha's pelvis pumped in feverish rapture. The pulsating throbs grew stronger in her loins and her nostrils flared as her excited breathing agitated her respiration. She was breathing heavily from the effort of taking in air through closed lips as well as the exquisite ecstasy induced by his tantalizing torments.
She began to suck his hard-on with increased passion. Her finger accelerated its Distorting thrusts in his hole. Frank responded with equal sensual stimulation as his two fingers frigged the twin holes with ardent determination.
"Uhhrrr, Uhhrrr!" The grunts quivered from her lips.
Frank's combined stimulation intensified the carnal rapture that engulfed her and her pelvis writhed with the mounting delirium of sensual intoxication. Martha's frenzied movements caused him to grab her thighs just below her buttocks. He held her so her clitoris wouldn't be injured during her thrashing but his mouth maintained its grip on the venereal node.
Martha's sentient cunt filled up with stronger throbs. The pyrotechnics were ready to go off. An internal whoosh shot upward from her cunt, traveling with an accelerated piquancy along her spine as the flaming colored balls exploded when the orgasm ripped through the bowels of her snatch.
Her spigotless faucet poured a heavy effusion of musky, salty come into his mouth. Frank's eager mouth was fastened to her cuntal lips and he sucked with heavy draughts to slake his lustful thirst. The vacuuming suction of his efforts drained her overflowing fountain.
She wanted to scream with ecstatic joy at the titillating intoxication. It was difficult with his gushing tube flushing her throat with a thick abundance of his luscious come. His cock pulsated with strong contractions, each spasm sending a heavy squirt of the glutinous liquid into her mouth.
Martha found herself enjoying this episode.
There was something exhilarating about this mutual lascivious act. They continued to suck each other off in spite of the fact they had drained each other dry, but finally Martha separated herself from him when the effects of her erotic ecstasy wore off.
She swung her feet on to the floor.
"Well? What's your opinion now of 69?" Frank asked. "Be honest! You enjoyed it, didn't you?"
Martha gave him a sheepish grin. "Okay! So I liked it! Now that we've done just about everything imaginable, are you going to leave?"
He shook his head in mild disbelief. "I thought we were developing a beautiful relationship!"
She snorted in derision. "That will be the day! Come on! Tell me when you're going to leave!"
"Probably some time tomorrow!" he answered.
"Hey! You two have been having a ball!" Stan interrupted their conversation. "In the meantime, I've been watching and almost pounding my meat. I like to get my nuts off like everyone else. Let's you and me make it!" he addressed Martha, grabbing her wrist.
"Take it easy!" she admonished him. "There's enough of me to go around for seconds. Besides, no one is going any place!" She pulled her arm away.
He grinned. "Yeh! I guess you're right! Any- how, I'd like to get my stick wet!"
"Well, if you want it, you're going to have to take it!" she challenged him. "I'm no easy piece of ass that falls on her back and spreads her legs because someone yells, "Let's screw!'."
She found her encounters with the two men stimulating. They had served their purpose and Martha was no longer inhibited. She enjoyed the sex games but resented their attitude that she was an easy lay. If Stan wanted to fuck her, he would do it by force!
"If that's the way you want it, that's the way you'll get it!" he snapped.
He picked her up and tossed her onto the bed. The leather handcuffs were nearby and he fastened her to the bed. Martha's pulse started to race. Stan's rough treatment of her and the prospect of his thick cock fucking her aroused her passion.
Stan grabbed her legs, doubling her in half. His shoulders pressed into her calves. Her thighs were embraced by his arms, keeping her bent. Martha's legs protruded above his shoulders.
The pressure of his shoulders against her buttocks wasn't too painful. Frank's unguent had lessened it.
He jammed his prick into her fleshy scabbard, all the way up to the hilt. The pads of her ass rested against the upper portion of his thighs now.
She felt the deep penetration of his cock.
The hold she was in afforded really full impaction. His balls fitted into the groove of her ass. He held her this way, trying to shove his prick further into her pussy. His groin pressed into her pliant cuntal lips and soon the strong erogenous contact had her shivering with carnal delight.
Stan started a gradual rocking movement as his ass shifted back and forth in a slow humping cadence. The leisurely pistoning prong elated her into a state of voluptuous ecstasy. Her low moans kept beat to the tempo of his thrusting prick.
'Ahhmmm! Ahhmmm!" Her repeated moans were anguished expressions of erotic rapture.
Stan was using his prick like a master weaver preparing a licentious tapestry. His fleshy shuttle moved in practiced strokes, sliding in and out of her fleshy loom. Martha felt the delicious sensuality of his cock as it rubbed with increased vigor against the muscles of her excited pussy as a warm glow began growing in her snatch.
Her thighs fitted into the crotch of his elbows so that both of his hands were free to feel her tits or clitoris. He reached out and grabbed two handfuls of luscious boobs. The thumb and forefinger of each hand captured the rubbery nodes.
Martha felt the digital friction. It was like a match scraping against sandpaper! Her nipples ignited, sending the flaming heat into her vaginal boiler.
The subdued tempo of their coital rhythm kept her pressure down but once the heat increased, her venereal pressure gauge would blow sky-high!
Her doubled in half body afforded her little room for movement and Stan's arms also limited her body's freedom. Added to that, the leather restraints made moving almost impossible. It didn't matter to her what position she was in. To Martha, the thrill induced by the fuck was the most important thing. Right now, the deep piercing of her twat gave her the greatest thrill of this forced liaison with the two men.
Stan abandoned her tits and reached for her clitoris. He parted the hood of flesh bunched together because of her position and the turgid erogenous papule was left exposed for his attack. His fingers captured the inflamed piece of moist reddish flesh. He dug into the base of her clitty and pulled it taut.
"Unnnrrr!" The sound was a prolonged groan of rapture. It came from the bowels of her cunt and rumbled in her throat. Stan's cock maintained a slow ascent and descent in her quim. His fingers tugged, rubbed, and squeezed the slippery wet meat of her tiny clitty.
"Fuck me, fuck me faster!" she urged him. Her voice was a hoarse urgent whisper. The bed began to shake as he increased the rhythm of his strokes.
She tried to meet his thrusts with her own, but her position limited her pelvic motions. His heavy balls kept a gentle beat on her buttocks as they swung to and fro and the balls tapped the ass crack, sending little erotic vibrations into her asshole.
"Ohherrr! Ohherrr!" she groaned in continued rapture.
Stan's breathing also gave evidence of his own aroused state. "Hunnnrrr! Hunnnrrr!" he grunted as he plowed faster into her damp twat.
Her eyes were shuttered tight in sensual appreciation. She sucked in her lower lip, as though biting on it would intensify the erotic churning that shook her body.
Martha rocked her head from side to side. Her ecstatic groans and sighs matched the cadence of Stan's pumping dick. She never expected to reach such lascivious and voluptuous peaks.
In spite of her limited movement, she managed to wriggle her hips. She tried to match his coital cadence. He eased his grip on her legs to allow her more pelvic freedom. It lessened his penile penetration a little and Martha compensated for it with her greater hip thrusts.
"Now, now!" she exclaimed in an urgent demand. "Oh, Oh! Fuck me, harder, harder! Oh, that's good! Now you have it! Here I go! I'm almost there! Fuck, fuck! Faster, faster!" she urged. "Just.. . a .. . little bit. .. more! Here I COMMMEEE! YAHRR GRRrrr!"
Her last vocal outburst was a shout of tortured delight that gradually died in a throaty gurgle. At that moment, Stan's grunts of exertion and final penile thrust announced his orgasm.
Martha felt the paroxysm of his pulsating tube filling her twat with his orgasmic potion. Her sensitive cunt felt the erotic throbbing contractions of his climax even as her cunt was filled with its own copious flow of musky come. She shivered in carnal delirium as he ejaculated heavily into her saturated snatch.
His prick was buried deep inside her pussy as his arms held her legs in a tight grip. He bowed his head against her stomach in a state of sexual collapse, spent from the exertion. In spite of Stan's physique, the strenuous fucking tired him a little.
Her body began to adjust back to normalcy in slow gradual stages. Every fiber and nerve within her tingled. The sexual stimulation had brought her to a fever pitch. Martha had reached the pinnacle of voluptuous sensuality but now she was returning to the plateau where her ascent had started. A residue of lascivious exhilaration remained.
His soft cock, glistening with a mixture of their come, slipped out of her hole as he released his hold on her legs. Martha straightened her limbs, grimacing a bit. She felt the strain on her arms and the rest of her body.
Frank freed her arms from the shackles and she sat up, rubbing her shoulders. "Why do you have to use such way out positions for sex? It puts a strain on my arms and legs."
"Stop the crap!" Stan retorted. "You love it any way that we do it! You oughta hear yourself! "Oh, oh! Fuck me, fuck me, harder, harder! Oh, that's good! Just a little bit more. Here I COMMEEEE!" he mimicked her.
She smiled to herself. It was a lousy imitation but it was a true take-off. Their various fucking styles did excite her and make her vocal. In spite of everything, her husband had done her a favor.
"I'll try to restrain myself next time!" she answered.
"I doubt it!" Frank replied. "You love it too much!"
Her face crimsoned. His accusation struck home! She faced him, unable to answer. Turning, she said, "I won't dignify that remark by answering it. If you can spare me a few minutes, I'm going to the bathroom."
She stalked out of the room. Martha had no real need for the bathroom. It was a pretext to gain some respite. Sitting on the toilet gave her the first real opportunity to examine her shaved pubes in private. At other times, one or both of her captors had always been present.
Slouching on the seat, Martha gazed down at the naked skin. She brushed a hand across the area in a soft caress. The contact sent little lances of excitement through her. This studied examination was the first time Martha ever took a serious interest in her cunt. Her fingers touched the pinkish-red folds of the lips and parted them. She stared at the glistening flesh and the throat of her vagina. The flesh opened and closed, opened and closed as though it was breathing.
The tactile exploration brought her fingers to the small pea-shaped node. She rubbed the ball of a finger across the clitoris. A voluptuous spark sent electric shivers up her spine. With languid strokes, Martha began to massage the clitty. Her eyes closed in a blissful trance as she masturbated.
Her heavy tits rose and fell in heavy measured breathing. The rubbing pressure on her clitty sent thrilling tingles into every pore and little murmurs of rapturous joy rolled from her lips. She found this erotic pastime supplementing the various carnal pleasures taught her.
While the manual ministration evoked an exhilarating erotic response, her mind drifted. She was with her husband. They were doing all the tantalizing tricks she had learned. Her breathing increased to a rapid rate as the fingers strummed over her clitty at a faster tempo.
Inside her venereal entrails, Martha felt an orgasm blossoming. She raised her ass off the seat. Her body stiffened as she arched her back. She rocked her pelvis in a series of erratic gyrations, stimulating the coital movements. Soft moans of voluptuous delight poured from her throat.
"Uhhrrr! Uhhrrr!" she grunted, reaching for the explosive climax.
The orgasm broke over her in an ecstatic wave. A groan of delirious approval escaped her lips.
"You should have told us you wanted more!" Frank told her. "It's no fun doing it alone!"
She opened her eyes at the sound of his voice. An embarrassed flush darkened her face. The two of them were standing in the doorway, leering at her.
"Damn you!" she swore. "Can't I have any privacy?"
"After we leave, you can have all the privacy you want. In the meantime, let's have some more fun," Frank suggested. "Come on! Join us outside!"
CHAPTER SIX
Martha was mortified! She felt foolish being caught in this intimate act. Jumping up from the seat, she stormed past them. It was the only response she could think of doing without involving herself further.
Damn! She was so engrossed in satisfying her libidinous desires, she didn't hear them opening the door!
Their derisive laughter added to the heat of embarrassment burning her ears as she went into the main room. In an angry gesture, she picked up a small log and threw it into the fireplace.
"Your problem is that you have to be amused all the time," Frank commented. "So we're going to show you how to fuck in ways you never dreamed of." He tossed a cushion on to the floor.
"Rest your shoulders on the cushion and put your feet on the couch!" Frank told her.
Martha took up the position, wondering how he intended to fuck her. Frank picked up one leg and seated himself on the couch. Her legs flanked his hips. He drew her crotch closer and fitted his cock to her cunt. Drawing her closer, Frank shoved his prick deeper into her quim.
Other than blood rushing to her head and a slight strain on her shoulders and neck muscles, Martha wasn't too uncomfortable. There was nothing dull about the different methods of screwing Frank devised. She gave him credit for making her confinement to the cabin interesting.
"Plug in the vibrator!" he ordered Stan.
The prospect of being stimulated by a vibrator aroused her in eager anticipation. She saw Stan's prick hardened and she hoped he wasn't going to make her blow him while Frank fucked her. It detracted from her concentration.
Frank's balls rested against her greasy buttocks. The pain from the beating was just a dull ache. The inverted fucking style didn't lend too much to a thrilling coupling.
He touched her clitoris with his pulsating fingers and Martha had an immediate reaction. A thousand prickling needles burrowed into the erogenous node. She felt it through the root of the clitty. The sensation overflowed and seeped into every pore.
Whimpering moans of exquisite agony bubbled from her lips. "Ohherr! Ohherr!" She squirmed her shoulders, undulating her pelvis in erratic writhing.
Frank moved his hand away from the clitoris. He started to massage the inguinal furrows and her lower abdomen. "Mmmhmmm! Mmmhmmm!" Her low murmurs of ecstatic rapture were an appreciative response to the erotic massage.
He continued to tease her, moving his hand around. His avoidance of her pussy was deliberate. She continued to rotate her hips in a sinuous grind. His cock was imbedded in her snatch and her movements created some friction but she wanted more.
"Oooo! Don't tease me, please!" she begged. "Fuck me! I want to feel your cock pumping inside of me!"
"Don't worry! When it's time, we'll both come!" Frank assured her.
He moved his hand back to her cunt. Spanning his fingers, Frank caught her clitoris and the sphincter of her cunt. She could feel the strong vibrations digging into her clitoris and lips of her twat. The finger on her cuntal sphincter also rested on his prick. He was using the vibrator to stimulate himself as well.
Frank was making her do all the work. The vibrator made her squirm with piquant ecstasy. This made her rub her twat against his cock. Besides, the vibrations emanating from his finger added to his excitement. She didn't care! It didn't make any difference how he did it! Her sexual needs were gratified! That's all that counted!
Martha uttered groans of ecstatic bliss mixed with grunting efforts from the awkward position. It was a little difficult fucking upside-down. His ass slid back and forth, creating some penile activity. At times, his rock hard shaft reached down into her venereal tunnel as he shuttled his cock in and out with jerky thrusts. The tantalizing tingles from the vibrator continued to burrow her erogenous flesh.
Frank's prick scraped against the pulsating walls of her twat. She savored the subtle sensuality of his pumping prong. A forceful bump of his pelvis pounded into the vee of her crotch.
Her hips rocked in frenzied writhing. She was on the verge of shooting her load!
"Uuhrrr! Uhhrrr!" she grunted. "Fuck... fuck ... harder! ... Fuck . .. me!" she gasped, her words were interspersed between grunts of exertion.
He was pistoning his cock but it lacked a forceful drive. His prick pressed into her quim. The penile contractions throbbed in her snatch. Dollops of come spattered against the walls of her cunt. She answered with a spray of her own jism.
Frank waited until the come stopped shooting and uncoupled himself from her. She swung her legs to the floor and remained stretched out, exhausted from the ordeal.
"It's my turn now!" Stan declared.
She looked up at him. He was holding his stiff prick ready to stuff it in her.
"All right, all right!" she agreed. "But use a comfortable position, please! I can't take these way out ways anymore!"
"Sure! Just stay where you are!" he told her.
He stretched over her body in the missionary position. Stan fitted his dick to her box and shoved inward. His cock made an effortless penetration. She felt the lips of her cunt stretch to accept his thick shaft.
Stan's ass shifted into reverse. His cock started a partial withdrawal. Shifting gears, he shoved his prick back. Martha shuddered in an ecstatic tremble at the penile pressure as the shuttling continued. A slow partial withdrawal and the deliberate inward thrust. He was in no hurry!
Martha enjoyed this leisurely method of screwing. It gave her the opportunity to recover from the earlier strenuous session. The unhurried strokes allowed her to enjoy the thick fullness of Stan's prick.
He maintained the unhurried cadence of his coital thrusts. On each inward plunge, his prick grounded into the vaginal walls. She loved the way his cock dug into her cuntal muscles. Her mind envisioned the ultimate consummation when the orgasm reached its peak and would erupt.
The prong probing her cunt increased the rhythm of its thrusts. The tempo quickened. His grinding thrusts reminded her of something. It came to her! His cock was a kind of giant pencil, with her cunt, the pencil sharpener. She tried to writhe her pelvis in a twisting grind. She'd grind that dong of his into a pointed pencil! .
Stan pumped with greater acceleration. He was breathing with more effort. Rasping grunting sounds came from his throat. "Hunnrr! Hunnrr!" His warm breath blew down on her tits. It had an erotic tickle, adding a new dimension to the thrills coursing through her.
Martha responded, moving in tandem with him. The inflammation of erotic passion grew in her quim as she matched his frenzied coital strokes. A voluptuous tingle rang alarms in her system. Martha felt a hundred conflagrations heating her passions to a devouring ecstasy. She began emitting groans of anguished rapture.
"Ahhrrr! Ohherrr! Keep pumping, keep pumping!" she exhorted him. "Keep fucking, harder, faster! Just a little bit more! I'm almost there! Now, now! I'm coming, I'm coming!" she exclaimed.
At her exhortation, Stan pumped his cock faster. His speeded driving thrusts pushed harder and deeper into her steaming coosy. She complemented his movements with pelvic gyrations of her own.
Her cunt was bursting with the erogenous climax. It wasn't too strong. But it was there! Good and solid!
"Keep pumping!" she urged. "I'm coming! Here it comes!"
Martha felt the spasms begin, heralding the onset of his climax. Stan made a series of frenzied penile jabs just before the first spurt rocketed into her cunt, then he made one final hard thrust. Splat! Splat! Each burst of come splattered onto her cuntal wall. As the individual globs struck her sensitive muscles, she felt a lustful intoxication.
They remained welded in this pose for some time and he cushioned his head on her ample tits. Stan made a final attempt at a thrust with a softening cock. He uncoupled himself and stood up. Martha remained lying on the floor.
"Should I get up or just stay here until either one of you gets his second wind?" she asked.
There was a hint of sarcasm in her voice. Secretly, she wanted to be fucked again. Even with her husband, she enjoyed a good lay! It was the embellishments that disturbed her. At least, it used to disturb her!
"Get up and entertain us!" Frank ordered.
"Sure!" she answered in a jeering tone. "Would you like to see card tricks or hear me sing?"
"If that's a sample of your humor, I wouldn't tell any jokes!" Stan retorted.
"No! I had something more salacious in mind," Frank answered. "Suppose you give us your version of a sexy dance. Here!" he handed her the thick dildo. "In the finale, use this! You should enjoy this better than that hand job you did on yourself."
She took the proffered phallus. A mild exhilaration flooded her. Martha loved playing the role of an immoral woman. They were compelling her to do these things which pacified her conscience.
"I can't dance without music!" she demurred.
Frank switched on a radio and began twisting the dials. He caught a station with suitable music. "There! You're all set! Start dancing!"
The music was a slow ballad. She closed her eyes, nodding her head to the rhythm. The beat of the music was a phantom spirit that took possession of her body. Her body swayed in tempo with the sound. Martha moved about the floor in measured steps. She danced with a sinuous grace.
She placed the dildo between her teeth, to free her hands, then placing her hands on her rib cage she swung them upward to her luxuriant fleshy gourds. The palms were pressed firmly against her body as she moved them in a provocative unhurried caress. Her palms cupped the heavy breasts as she proffered them in a teasing gesture.
Martha studied their faces but they didn't see her. Their attention was riveted on her movements.
Her hands dropped to her hips. She stood in place, undulating her hips, slowly gyrating them in obscene movements. Every movement was intended to have some significant nuance.
The hands fluttered over her body in wanton search, finally resting on her groin. She changed direction so that her hands moved across her thighs in a gentle caress. With a slight bow, Martha brought her hands down to the knees. This made her tits dangle, accentuating the tits' erotic appearance.
In a slow zigzag fashion, Martha brought her hands upward. Her legs were splayed, the knees in a slight bend. The hands moved upward towards each other as if drawn by some magnetic energy that radiated from the center of her thighs. The two hands met at the apex. Her fingers reached out for the puffy labial exterior of her snatch.
With effective showmanship, she conveyed the desired tantalizing invitation. She drew the cuntal lips apart, exposing the glistening moist interior of her pussy. Their rampant rods attested to the effectiveness of her dance.
She moved her pelvis forward, back, in rotation; her parted slit was really a taunting invitation. Martha had never performed such a lascivious dance before. It was her first attempt but she had succeeded very well in arousing a lustful response in her audience. This had an effect on her own carnal desires.
Martha turned her back to them. Tumbling her hips, she wriggled her ass at them. Spreading her legs apart, she bent over, pushing her ass towards her audience. Her hands clasped her buttocks, spreading the cheeks. With her head hanging down, Martha studied their reaction from between her legs. Their eyes stared at her ass as she swayed it from side to side.
Pursing her lips, she made a suggestive kissing sound. It was drawn out and sounded like a piece of cloth ripping. Martha straightened up and turned back to them. Her fingers returned to her twat, exhibiting the venereal allurement of her devastating hole.
The dildo had remained gripped between her teeth during her salacious exhibition. Now she drew it from her mouth and rubbed it across her tits. Her cunt was damp from her aroused passion. This whole scene was making her horny. Martha had a sudden desire to be fucked by an army of cocks.
She drew the fake cock across her body and brought it near her twat. With an obscene flourish, Martha inserted the dildo between her cuntal lips. The knob was twisted and the phallus hummed into action.
Her hips jerked at the initial pulsation. She had implanted the dildo deep in her snatch. Martha didn't have to worry about the music tempo. The throbbing phallus in her box kept her hopping.
The tingling sensation from the vibrator radiated down to her toes and up to her head. Her entire body was enveloped by the erotic pulsating throbs. She stood before them, unashamed and in complete abandon.
Martha added her own nuances. She shuttled the thick dildo in and out of her box in a stimulated fuck. Her pelvis rode in tandem with her titillating strokes. She closed her eyes to heighten the exquisite voluptuousness of the sensation. Martha ignored their presence.
Her throat emitted whimpering moans of anguished ecstasy. She remained stationary while her pelvis moved in a series of erratic gyrations. The hips rotated in sinuous undulation and changed to frantic coital thrusts.
Martha felt the erotic turbulence growing in her loins. She was in the throes of carnal rapture. Having discarded her inhibitions, she seemed possessed. Her movements resembled an obscene orgiastic dance.
"I'm coming, I'M COMM-MINNGGGG!" she shouted with the fervor of a fanatic. "OH! THIS IS WILD! WHAT A TURN-ON! IT'S PISSING OUT OF ME! IT WON'T STOP! FUCK, FUCK! FUCK ME! I'M COMING! I'M COMING!"
She was totally committed. Her frame shuddered in a frenzied convulsion. The cherry-tipped tits bounced and jiggled in a wild pattern. Her respiration was rapid! Her pulse rate was up! The exhilaration of this erotic intoxication made her impervious to anything else.
The orgasms exploded in her in a series of forceful detonations. This was nothing like anything before!
Stan and Frank grabbed her and extracted the dildo from her cunt. Her cunt, her ass, her entire body still felt the erogenous pulsations.
Frank was shaking her! "Come out of it! Snap out of it! You're on some high!" He kept shaking her.
She had only a vague awareness of what was going on. Dimly she was conscious of conversation.
"Run a tub of cold water!" Frank ordered Stan. He pushed her towards the bathroom. She moved like an automaton.
They picked her up and placed her into the tub. She cried out in a loud squeal. "Oo! Oo! You animals! Let me out! I'll catch pneumonia!"
Martha jumped up, shivering and they helped her out.
"Boy! You were really turned on!" Stan remarked. "I've never seen a dame turned on like you. You really dig that sex scene!"
She toweled herself dry. Martha was composed now. Stan's observation made her realize how far she went. It was a crazy thing to do! Yet, the thrilling exhilaration was fantastic! In spite of the shock from the cold water, Martha felt drained.
"I'm going to take a nap! Alone, I hope! If you don't mind!" she said.
Frank nodded. "After that wild session, you need a rest. Get your strength back for later!"
She lay down on her bed. As she relaxed, Martha wondered if they would harm her in any way before they left. All they had been interested in was in sex with her, but once they left, she could identify them. Yet, they treated her with consideration. That was surprising! There were a number of puzzling factors. Martha was too tired to figure them out. Instead, she fell asleep.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The phone rang. In a somnambulistic daze, Martha stretched out her hand, groping for the phone. As she picked it up Frank and Stan crowded about her.
"Hello?" she said. "Oh, Bobby! I was taking a nap! Yes, yes, I'm fine! Oh, yes! I've been reading the books," she lied. "I've learned a lot of things! How about picking me up so I can show you? Oh, that's too bad! Will you be here tomorrow? Okay! I love you too!"
She hung up! Her face betrayed her disappointment.
"You lied to him! You haven't read any of the books he left you," Frank accused her.
"Who needs the books with you two around for practical demonstrations! I suppose I have to make you two supper!" Martha said.
"We were thinking of taking you out to eat but on reconsideration, it didn't seem wise!" Frank replied. "Instead, Stan is going to drive out and bring back some food so you won't have to bother. We want you to conserve your strength for the action later!"
She nodded. "I can just imagine what it is! Do I have any preference for our meal or have you decided that also?"
"We've ordered! Stan will pick it up!" Frank said.
Martha had doubts about the meal. The nearest place was a roadside restaurant about three miles away. She expected hamburgers and was surprised at the meal brought back.
There was a small shrimp cocktail, roast beef, mashed potatoes, and string beans. Stan also brought back a loaf of French bread and a bottle of Chianti wine. The food was still hot and appetizing.
"You don't even have to do the dishes!" Frank commented when they finished. "They're paper plates! You can throw them out with the other garbage!"
"Gee, thanks! You're all heart!" Martha sarcasmed.
Just before she took her nap, Martha had been pondering the question of these two men. This added touch of bringing in this meal didn't make sense. Although, she welcomed the respite from preparing a meal for them!
Stan clapped his hands together. "It's time for fun and games again. How about it?"
"May I make a request before the festivities start?" Martha asked.
"Certainly! What is it?" Frank answered.
"Look! I'm more or less resigned to the fact that you two are going to screw me until you get good and tired. Or whatever it is before you leave!" Martha stated. "How about giving me a break? These way out positions are murder on me! Let's get into bed and do your thing! Fuck, suck, you name it! But let's be comfortable doing it!"
Frank nodded. "All right! Since Stan went for the supper, he can go first! Tonight, I'll sleep with you!"
She exhaled a soft sigh of relief. At least she wouldn't be subjected to the strenuous contortions! Martha headed for the bedroom with Stan behind her.
Slipping off her dressing gown, Martha sat on the bed, naked, waiting for Stan to remove his clothes. He moved towards, her pushing backwards onto the mattress.
His mouth clamped over a tit. His lips sucked in a nipple, drawing on it like a straw. Martha felt the strong pull of his lips drawing on the stiffening node. Stan rolled his tongue over the areola in strong brushing strokes.
She felt the heavy saliva from his mouth saturating her tit as the erogenous response began. Her pussy started to salivate in anticipation of the fuck to come. He was crushing her other tit in a soft squeeze and a light tremor shook her frame in response to the thrill of having her tit sucked.
Martha's quim was teased as his hand moved into the hollow of her thighs. He rubbed the outer lips in a gentle sweep which passed over her cunt and down to her perineum. His fingers played along the crack in her ass and retraced its route back to her snatch.
She loved this little foreplay. This was the way her husband warmed her up. The searching fingers pressed between the damp folds of flesh. He pushed two fingers into the throat of her cunt and then started a slow frig. The thrusting fingers moved against the moist flesh, evoking carnal desires in her.
Martha shifted her pelvis, moving in a languid tandem with the fingers. A soft sigh of contentment blew from her lips. He withdrew his fingers and groped for her clitoris. She felt the moist tactile grip close about the erogenous papule.
Stan started a slow massage with tantalizing strokes that elicited new responses within her. An incandescent glow warmed her loins and she hoped he would fuck her instead of finishing her off with his hand.
He moved inside her thighs, fitting his hard-on into the waiting hole. His cock slid along the velvety slick canal of her vagina. The foreplay had lubricated her cunt for an easy penetration and now she felt the thick prong stretch the cuntal lips.
There was something animalistic about him with his hirsute covering. When it came to fucking, there was nothing animal about him. Each time he fucked her, he displayed his prowess with his virile weapon.
His cock drove into her quim in a slow thrust as deep as he could go. With the same deliberation, he moved his ass back, almost withdrawing his rigid prick. She felt his prick swaying from one pulsating wall of her cunt to the other side. It was wonderful savoring the subtle nuances of his measured strokes. Little rumbling murmurs vibrated in her throat like a cat purring.
She stretched her legs out wide. Bringing them back, Martha locked her limbs about the small of his back. This helped to drive his shaft deeper into her.
"Fuck me good!" she urged him in a sultry whisper.
He looked into her face. "Don't worry! I will!"
His cadence increased. He shoved his prick in with harder thrusts. Back and forth, he pumped his cock into her until she felt the forceful bump of his pelvis pound into her hips. Deep in her dampened cunt, the violent thrusts provoked voluptuous sensations.
"Oh, that's good!" she murmured. "Keep it up!"
Stan grinned back at her. "You bet, honey!"
At her urging, he shuttled his prick faster. The ecstatic rapture in her increased with his frictioning shaft. The erogenous stimulation evoked strong lascivious ripples which rolled up and down her spine.
She was welded to him with her legs about his hips. Her ass thumped against the mattress as he drove her into it with his forceful thrusts. Martha was caught up in the rhythm of his driving shaft.
A giant pin wheel started to spin in her loins. It picked up momentum.
Stan was humping her faster and harder, his cock scraping the lining of her snatch. The mushrooming orgasm expanded and her body shook in an erotic palsy.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" she exclaimed in an excited voice. "Oh, don't stop! More, more! Keep fucking! Oooo! That's it!" she squealed. "AHHERRRrrrr!"
Her cry was a loud groan of rapturous intoxication.
Martha's orgasm was a huge tidal wave of come that flooded her venereal cavern. He kept rocking his prick and she felt his body shudder in the explosive discharge of his orgasm. He buried his cock as far as he could with each paroxysm sending globs of jism spurting into her saturated cunt.
The convulsive spasms of their orgasms subsided. They remained coupled for several minutes, enjoying the final traces of their climactic experience.
She uncoupled her legs as Stan withdrew his withered cock from her snatch. It glistened with their mutual come.
"That was a good fuck, honey!" he complimented her. "And to show my appreciation, I'm gonna eat your pussy."
He pulled her legs over the edge of the bed and parting her thighs, he knelt between them. His mouth hovered over her dewy pussy. The slick glistening flesh of her cunt awaited his oral attack.
Stan's mouth pressed her shaven pudenda with a soft kiss. He rolled his tongue along the slit of her cunt in a light caress and moved his hands along her thighs in a soft rub. He pushed his tongue past the vulva in a partial entry and then with a slow roll, he passed it over the exposed surface. Martha's pulse quickened again.
In the past, the mention of eating pussy repulsed her. Now, she couldn't get enough of it!
Stan shifted her legs over his shoulders. He had more access to her erogenous charms now. His tongue trailed leisurely from her quim back to her asshole as he rimmed her with quick licking sweeps his tongue fluttering in lascivious laps.
The moist titillation of her ass started a thrilling lance up her spine. The tip of his oral probe pushed against the puckered hole. She felt the thrill increasing.
"Mmmmmm!" she murmured in blissful approval. "That's nice!" she crooned in a soft whisper.
He pressed a finger into the saliva-moistened hole. Another finger penetrated her coosy. His oral attention was focused on her clitoris. The contact of his lips on her clitty sent electrifying shivers through her.
She could feel his sensual mouth tantalizing her clitoris. His teeth, tongue, and lips teased and exquisitely tortured her little button of pleasure. Her ass and hips wriggled in a sinuous cadence to his digital manipulation. He fingered her ass and cunt in a pleasurable massage.
"Ohhhh! That feels so good!" she groaned. Her voice was a whimper of blissful anguish.
His finger left her hot pussy, leaving the solitary finger in her ass with which he began to frig her hole with faster thrusts. The mouth on her clitty became more animated. As his combined assault heightened the delirious fever raging inside of her, her head sniveled from side to side to shake free the intense voluptuary that tortured her. It was delicious, heavenly!
"Harrr! Harrr!" Her breathing was deep and rapid. She shuttered her eyes to enjoy this intense erotic luxury. Martha's mouth opened and shut, inhaling and exhaling large gulps of air. Her fingers clenched and unclenched in an effort to alleviate the seething ravishment she was experiencing. The large tits quivered like mounds of gelatin.
"Ohhhh!" she groaned. "More, more! It's coming, it's coming! Just a little bit more! Frig my cunt!" Her hoarse voice was a desperate exhortation.
He removed the finger from her ass and plunged two fingers into her anxious quim, his finger fucking her cunt while his mouth stimulated her clitoris.
"Ooooo!" she squealed. "That's it, that's it! Enn-nyyy ... sec-unnddd . .. nowww!" The words came out in jerky phrasing. Her pelvis rocked in erratic movements. Up and down in hard thrusts! Sideways in sinuous twists! She writhed in frenzied gyrations as the voluptuous sensations increased.
"I'm shooting! It's pissing out of me! Oh! Oh! This is terrific! Suck me, suck me! Keep frigging me! Harder, faster!" she urged. Her body convulsed in frantic motions.
"Oh, suck my cunt!" she groaned. "Drain it out of me! Ahhrrgrrr!" It was a low growl of anguished pleasure.
As Stan fastened his mouth against her flowing twat, her body gave one final violent convulsion.
His mouth made strong moist sucking sounds, draining out her venereal ambrosia. "YAHHRRGRRrrr!"
The cry tore from her throat. An anguished shout of a tormented soul in ecstatic abandon that faded into a blissful gurgle.
His fitted mouth over her seething snatch extracted her heavy downpour. Her body trembled with the carnal delirium of the moment as multiple orgasms swept into every pore. She felt all the nerves and tissues in her body tingling from the voluptuous intensity of the sexual climax.
Moments later, a deep sigh shook her frame. "Uhhhrrr!" As Stan's mouth left her drenched quim, she pushed herself up, struggling from the effort. The licentious assault on her cunt left her spent.
"Phew! That was some pussy eating!" she exclaimed. "I'm beat!" She was going to add that she would miss them when they left, but prudence canceled the thought. There was no real point in encouraging him.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it!" Stan answered. "I'm ready to go again!"
"Let me take a break!" Martha begged in a mild protest. "I'm too beat to suck you off or get laid. Even if I just lay on the bed!"
"You wouldn't have to do a thing, baby! Just roll over on your stomach! I want to fuck your ass! It's such a lovely tight ass!" he said.
"All right!" she sighed, "But use some lubricant before you put it in! You have such a thick cock!"
Martha flopped over on her stomach. Her legs rested on the floor while her body was on the bed. She felt his finger massaging her rectum, preparing it for his prick. The probing finger evoked a mild erotic sensation.
The ruby corona of his cock was pressed to the compressed lips of her asshole. A steady gentle pressure pushed the cockhead past the reluctant yielding sphincter. His fleshy tube continued its gradual entry until the entire shaft was buried in her anal sheath.
His hands clasped her hips, pulling her firm rounded bottom to his groin in a tight fit.
He started to rotate his pelvis in a sinuous grind. His hot turgid flesh grounded into the confines of her pliant asshole like a pestle in a mortar. She shifted her ass in a slow twist, letting his probing dick massage her anal muscles.
The bone-like flesh imbedded in her ass sent radial ripples through her and Martha realized that she was growing accustomed to cocks in her. It didn't matter where; her ass, cunt, or mouth. The presence of a cock afforded her a kind of erotic comfort.
Martha discovered this position lent an added erotic feature. Her hand could reach into the depression between her thighs. While Stan was fucking her ass, she could play with herself. She pushed her fingers over the pudenda and slipped them into her moist hairless slit. With a gentle languid caress, Martha stimulated her pussy.
Stan's penile strokes were deliberate and slow. His cock drew back in a partial withdrawal then he paused and returned his prick the same way. It was an unhurried fuck to prolong the voluptuous friction created by the constricted grip on his shaft. The same friction sent sensual tingles pulsating in her asshole.
Her stroking fingers maintained the same lazy rhythm on the dewy labium. She closed her eyes in dreamy contemplation. The day-dreaming was interrupted by a change in Stan's cadence. His withdrawal was slow but his return was faster and harder. He rammed his cock into her tight hole with a strong thrust. Martha's body shifted a little from the force of his drive as the battering prick slammed at the wall of muscle separating her cunt from her ass.
She wriggled her ass and rocked back and forth in coital thrusts. Stan acknowledged her cue and increased the tempo of his shuttling cock. With his accelerated cadence, Martha hurried the frigging rhythm on her quim. Her fingers moved to her clitoris and she began a series of rubbing and pulling strokes on the stiff piece of tiny flesh.
The pistoning cock stirred new carnal thrills in her. She emitted low murmurs of licentious delight. "Mmmmm! That's lovely, lovely! It feels so good!"
Stan's swaying balls flailed at the inside of her thighs in soft pats. His hips were rocking faster and she heard the heavy grunting from his exerted efforts. Her teasing fingers strummed in rapid strokes across her clitty.
Their coupled bodies pistoned back and forth in frenzied movements. Her frame quivered in the throes of an oncoming orgasm.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she exhorted him in an urgent hoarse demand. "I'm going to come! Throw it to me! Shove that cock all the way in! Harder, faster!" she urged.
As he responded to her lustful demands his breathing became more labored. Her fingers were a flashing blur in their frantic massage. The stirring exhilaration began to churn in the entrails of her snatch. It struck with the sudden force of a catapult!
"Uhhnnrrr! Uhhnnrrr!" she grunted as the orgasm released its voluptuous discharge. "Oh, that's nice! I'm coming, I'm coming! Keep fucking!"
The battering prick in her ass made a final thrust. Her sensitive anal muscles caught the throbbing pulsations of his spasming cock. His prick contracted and expanded, spurting out the lascivious dollops of sticky come. She thrilled to the glutinous fluid filling her anal sheath.
Inside her steaming twat, her orgasmic lava bubbled. Stan's erupting prick was stuck in her ass up to its hilt. He rested his head on her back, exhausted from his efforts and with a reluctant sigh, he removed his shrunken cock. Uncoupled, Martha threw herself full length on the bed and he lay down alongside of her.
"When you get back to your husband, he's going to appreciate you!" Stan told her.
She gave him a puzzled look. "What makes you think he doesn't now?"
He hesitated. It was as though she had caught him making a conflicting statement.
Stan shrugged his shoulders. "Listen! Any guy who dumps his wife in a cabin alone over a weekend with all that junk outside must have been unhappy about something! Besides, before we got up here, you only fucked the straight way! So there you are!"
"And that's it, huh?" she persisted.
"Sure! What do you want? A notarized statement certifying what a terrific piece of ass you are?" Stan replied.
"Hardly!" Martha answered.
"I'll send Frank in!" he told her.
"Yes! Do that!" she said. While she waited for the change in sex partners, Martha reflected on the entire series of events. For a brief moment, she wondered whether her husband was involved in any way!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Frank was in the room, naked, and ready to sample her sexual wares. He held his cock near the base and waved it at her. Her eyes were fixed on his stiff eager prong.
"Stan couldn't stop raving about you!" he said. "I know what a sexy piece of ass you are! He didn't have to convince me!"
"I'm so happy you two approve of my capabilities!" her voice dripped sarcasm. "But there's a limit to how much I can service you two in a day."
"I wouldn't be too concerned!" Frank answered. "I haven't heard of any cases of women wearing out their cunts from too much nookie!"
'That's encouraging to know!" Martha continued her sarcasm.
"I'm going to show you a new way to screw. It won't be so strenuous for you!" he offered.
His proposal excited her curiosity. She wondered what kind of fucking position would not be strenuous for her!
He lay down alongside of her. "Sit on my cock facing me!" he instructed her.
Martha straddled his hips, squatting over his cock. As she lowered herself, he drew her cunt lips apart and guided it onto his stiff pole. His prick passed the reddened folds of skin. The rubbing and sucking of her cunt accentuated the redness of the flesh. He raised his legs, forming a rest. As his cock impaled her, Martha rested her back against his legs.
Frank reached up and grabbed a tit in each hand. "I can do a lot of things to you this way. I can enjoy playing with your tits or play with your cunt."
His hands fondled and squeezed the resilient boobs. He grasped the hardened nipples between the balls of his forefingers and thumbs. She felt the gentle rubbing of the tips which sent an exciting chill down her spine. Her body thrilled to his touch as his hands swept over her in erotic caresses.
The exploring hands traveled to the hood over her cuntal slit. Searching fingers found the venereal node. That tiny penis-like piece of flesh! He rubbed it in a gentle caress. She felt his fingers touch the small pea shaped button below the exposed flesh.
"Hssss!" She sucked in her breath at the touch. "You do all the work, Martha!" he told her. "You control the action! That's the beauty of this position! Now, I'm going to teach you a little trick."
He told her about the use of vaginal muscles. She nodded understanding during his little lecture. It was an exciting concept. After he explained the procedure, Martha tried to produce the effect.
She took a deep breath and concentrated, flexing her vaginal muscles. Her features screwed up in a grimace as she strained to create the internal squeeze. The muscles closed about his cock in a gentle teasing squeeze. Then released its hold! She was thrilled at the accomplishment. The contact sent new voluptuous shivers through her.
"That's it, that's it! You've got it!" Frank exclaimed.
Martha was so excited by her accomplishment, she repeated the sensual squeeze several times.
He increased the pressure of his fingers on her clitoris and at his instruction, Martha began a sexual canter on his cock. Her ass rose and fell in a slow ride, letting his cock glide partially out and imbedding it back into her snatch.
A crazy nursery rhyme came to her mind.
Ride a cock horse to Banberry Cross to see an old man upon. . . ! She couldn't think of the rest of the rhyme. But she was riding a cock horse! She felt the voluptuous friction of his hard flesh scraping past the walls of her aroused snatch. From time to time, Martha repeated the vaginal squeezes on his prick. Each time her muscles contracted about his hard dick, a lascivious ripple radiated from her cunt.
Frank maintained a slight massaging pressure on her clitty. Just enough to keep it from getting cold. She rode up and down his shaft in an easy languid shuttle. Neither one was in any hurry to rush this act. There was plenty of time to enjoy every thrilling minute.
Martha kept the slow rhythm of her pace. She added some variations. On the descent, she wiggled her ass, grinding her pussy into his prick. Moving upward, the pelvic gyrations would cause his cock to bounce against the walls of her twat.
She accelerated the pace. From a canter to a gallop! Her body moved up and down faster. His cock pistoned in and out from the quickened cadence. Frank's fingers responded to her silent message and he increased his motion and pressure on her clitoris.
"Uhhrrr! Uhhrrr!" she grunted as she bounced up and down in erotic fervor.
Her body trembled from the sensual ecstasy. Her tits swayed in erratic patterns while her body shook in lustful enterprise. She could feel the piquant pleasure pervading her nervous system. Every fiber tingled with the sensual exhilaration. The orgasmic cataclysm was building up.
"Start fucking me!" she urged him. "Rub my clitty harder! harder! That's it! Fuck me!" she demanded in a hoarse urgent voice. "More, more!"
The weight of her body kept Frank pinned to the mattress. He managed to move in tandem with her. Whenever her ass rose, he drove his cock upward. Plunging it as deep as he could! On her down stroke, Martha impaled herself on his virile shaft.
Their bodies moved in tandem. They were in the violent throes of fucking. Each body shook and trembled to shake free the voluptuous ecstatic titillation of the orgasm seeking release.
Both their faces were flushed from the erotic strain and each emitted erotic grunts as their bodies thrashed. Martha was the more violent of the two. Her body convulsed in a sensual turbulence.
"Huhrr! Huhrr!" She grunted from the salacious exertion. In the heat of their fervid fucking, her personality changed. "Fuck me, fuck me!" she exhorted him. "Give me your cock, you bastard! More, more!" she demanded in erotic abandon. "Harder, harder! Squeeze my clitty! Rip it, tear it!" she shouted in a fit of licentious violence.
"Ahherrr! Ahherrr!" she groaned in ecstatic anguish. "I'm coming, I'm coming! I'M COMM-MINNGGGG! AHHHRRGRRR ! " It was a shout of a sensually tortured soul. A cry of ecstatic delirium ending in a blissful release from the exquisite and piquant pleasure.
Martha jammed her flooded coosy down on his cock. Seconds later, Frank answered with his orgasm. The heavy sperm shot upward into her vaginal recesses. It coated the walls of her cuntal well, mixing with her come. His prick was anointed with the orgasmic solution of their mutual effusions.
Their genitals remained welded as the climactic spasms subsided. She remained coupled to him, savoring the final moments while his cock softened inside her cunt. It lost its venereal charisma and Martha swung off and stretched out alongside of him.
"If I wasn't married, I could really enjoy these sessions," she confessed. "Don't you have a home to go to?"
He laughed. "You're really anxious to get rid of us! Tomorrow is Sunday! We'll leave and you can call your husband to get you. Are you going to tell him about us?"
She was tempted to say that she thought he already knew. It was a crazy premonition! Supposing it was wrong! She'd sound stupid making such a remark.
"Well, are you going to tell him about us?"
Frank repeated the question.
"I don't think it would be a wise thing," she answered. "What would you do?"
"The same thing as you!" Frank replied.
"I'm glad we settled that profound question!" Martha said. "You know! You two have put me through quite an ordeal. I never knew one had to be a contortionist to enjoy sex. In the free moments you've given me, I've thought up a wild one. How would you and Stan like to indulge a whim of mine?"
"Martha! You amaze me," Frank answered. "I never thought I'd see the day when you would become aggressive."
"What the hell! I'm among friends! Let it all hang out, I say!" she affected a cavalier attitude.
He laughed. "How would you like to do it?"
"How about a 69 with Stan on the bed while you plug my ass?" she queried.
"Where did you get that one from?" he asked.
"It's the company I've been keeping!" Martha answered. "Well? Do we or don't we?"
Frank called Stan into the room and explained her request. Stan was an eager participant although he wasn't sure it would work.
Martha stage-directed this episode. Lascivious emanations spread through her, inciting her lust. The passionate heat was rekindled in smouldering embers.
Stan lay on the bed with his head suspended at the edge. She straddled his upturned face, fitting her knees alongside his head. Leaning forward, she managed to reach his cock while keeping her ass in a prominent pose.
It was a quite a three-ringed circus. Stan and Martha sucking each other off as Frank prodded her pratt. A licentious tingle stimulated every pore. Stan fastened a rapacious mouth to her snatch and began to weave his oral magic. She felt his moist blade tantalizing her erogenous flesh. His warm lingual probe licked the damp walls of her twat. She pushed down, pressing his face closer to her aroused pussy.
Stan's tongue moved back and forth, tasting the musky salt flavor of her box. A piquant exhilaration streamed through her while his tongue continued to titillate her sensual senses. The velvety probe was a brush one minute and a drill the next. Besides which, Stan had a way of stiffening his tongue and twisting it in a cork-screwed effect.
As she drew his prick into her mouth, a glaze of dreamy torpor covered her eyes. Frank fitted his prick into her asshole. His prick inched along in a slow absorption until the entire shaft was buried in her rectum. She loved the contact of his hot stiff flesh imbedded in her ass.
The lips of her puckered asshole retracted as Frank's shaft pushed inward. As his cock moved outward, her sphincter moved with it. Its lips compressed about his prick in a venereal kiss with reluctant refusal to relinquish its grip.
Martha had Stan's thick dick in her mouth. She rode her compressed lips up and down the shaft. Her moist, warm lips were like the erotic labium of a cunt. She laved his cock with a thick coat of saliva. The taste of his hot flesh was a licentious luncheon of succulent meat. Her sheathed teeth kneaded the raw, incalescent prick. Her jaws worked over the absorbed cock while her tongue lavished loving licks along the shaft.
The flattened blade of her tongue pressed the frenum of his glans, the most sensitive area on the underside of his penile shaft where the crown joined the thick tube.
Stan made little moaning sounds. It vibrated against her sensitive cuntal flesh. The vibrations created little voluptuous tingles causing her skin to break out in goose-bumps.
His lapping tongue continued its tantalizing sweeps over her dewy twat, he moved his mouth over her clitoris, his lip-sheathed teeth clamped down over her clitty. She sucked in her breath, creating a titillating draft.
Deep in the roots of her venereal node, Martha felt the sudden surge of erotic voluptuousness. Like the buried roots of a tree, the tentacles spread out, sending a fiery passion to enflame her torso.
Stan made soft sucking sounds while his lips kneaded the turgid clitty. Soft moans of ecstatic agony tumbled from her full mouth.
Frank was busy shuttling his cock in and out of her ass in a lazy rhythm. There was no hurry! The two underneath were enjoying themselves.
To Martha, this triumvirate sated her salacious inclination. Giving head and being sucked off was an exciting scene. It was heightened by the additional stimulation of having her ass fucked. If only Bobby could see her now!
She found it thrilling, moving her hips in concord with the dual stimulation. Grinding her crotch into Stan's face elicited one thrill. The movement also wriggled her ass in tandem with Frank's coital thrusts.
She undulated her hips, twisting her pelvis in a slow grind. Stan kept his mouth fastened to her clitty in spite of her pelvis gyrations. He teased it with strong sucks and rapid tonguing.
The excitement mounted within her. There was a voluptuous bubble growing in her loins and Martha was aware of that sensation.
Her passion incited, she attacked Stan's rock-hard dick with renewed enthusiasm. She rolled and twisted her tongue around the imprisoned prong. Martha opened her mouth as wide as she could, gulping in air through the narrow space. His absorbed prick took up almost the entire space.
She moved closer toward the base of his shaft.
His entire prick was almost hidden in her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down in quick jerky movements. His cock was teased by the moist friction of her tantalizing lips.
A hand cupped his balls and gently fondled them. He began to fuck her mouth with pistoning thrusts. The balls in her palm twitched. It was a warning of the imminent climax! Martha held the base of his prick in a firm grip to keep from being stabbed in the throat.
A thick stream of hot jism flooded her throat. She was ready for the copious spending. Her lips pressed against the convulsing shaft as the throbbing of his spasming cock passed through her lips. She was conscious of the erogenous spending other than the discharge filling her mouth.
Martha kept ingesting the glutinous fluid until it stopped. The firm, hard flesh lost its rigidity. Her lips detected the gradual softening until his cock shrank.
Her lips parted, releasing its hold in the tumescent cock. It slipped from her mouth in a forlorn departure. A thin, white strand of come and spittle was attached to the cockhead. She rubbed a finger across her lips and broke the connection.
Stan enjoyed her efforts and attempted to reciprocate with his oral ministrations. She responded to his oral stimulation. Her body trembled as the throes of an orgasm enveloped her.
Her mouth freed, she cried out in impassioned agony. "Suck me, harder, harder! Oh, I'm going to come! It's coming, it's coming! Now, NOW\ It's shooting out of me!"
Stan's oral accomplishment had achieved its goal. He shifted his mouth to her dripping cunt. His lips fitted about the labial rim of her cuntal chalice. Stan's tongue slipped into her slit to ladle out the orgasmic honey. A series of soft sighs trickled from her throat. His lingual efforts were a wonderful aftermath to the intoxicating stimulation. This was one of the better cunt-lapping jobs!
Freed of his obligation, Stan extricated his head from underneath her legs. He rubbed his neck, massaging the acquired stiffness out of it. Martha was still bent over and Frank accelerated his coital thrusts.
She was free now to concentrate on the pistoning cock in her ass. Her ass moved in synchronized movements with the prick, scraping her anal sheath.
"Here! Let me help!" Stan declared.
He pushed two fingers into her saturated quim. His frigging jabs moved in tandem with their coital cadence. Martha couldn't believe she was lending herself freely to such an orgy. She didn't care! The lack of propriety was discarded when these men forced her to submit to their lustful desires.
Frank's dick was dispatched with increased vigor. He pumped in and out of her ass at a faster pace. His fingers clutched her hips lending purchase to his penile drives. She felt his strong, hard thrust. His groin curved against her buttocks and he shuddered and groaned as his semen spilled out into her waiting ass.
Stan's fingers maintained the manual stimulation but by now, everything was anti-climactic. Martha asked him to stop. He withdrew his fingers, glistening and laden with come.
Frank's spasming prick stopped showering her rectum with his come. His prick grew flaccid and he removed it from its venereal resting place.
"That was some wild fuck!" Frank exclaimed.
"Yeh! This broad is okay!" Stan agreed.
"I'm so happy you two think I'm such a good lay," she answered. "Now how about letting me sleep in peace tonight?"
"Sleep in peace, yes! Sleep alone, no!" Frank replied. "We don't want any surprise calls made."
"Oh!" she exclaimed in exasperation. "I promise I won't make any calls. Not even to check the time!"
Frank shook his head. "It's only for one more night! I'm sure you can stand my presence."
Martha sighed in resignation. "Okay, okay!" She left to go to the bathroom. When she returned, Frank was waiting for her in bed. She anticipated being bothered for more sex during the night. The lack of activity surprised her. She enjoyed a good night's sleep.
When she stirred awake the next morning, she was alone. Glancing at her wrist watch, she saw it was eight o'clock. Had they left? Alone in the room, Martha decided to take a chance. She wasn't certain whether they were still there.
Reaching out for the phone, she lifted it very carefully from the cradle. There were voices on the phone! Frank was speaking.
"You should have seen her using the vibrator! She almost O.D.'d from it! Had me worried for a moment! But who the hell ever heard of anyone dying from an overdose of sexual stimulation?" he was saying. He chuckled at his joke.
"Yeh! We'll be leaving before noon! She's all right! We got her good and house broken!" Frank continued.
The voice at the other end shocked her. It was her husband! That sonovabitch! she swore silently. A lot of questions could be answered now!
Martha placed a palm over the mouthpiece. She didn't want any sound picked up to betray her eavesdropping. She debated with herself about hanging up. If Stan walked in and discovered her, it would spoil everything.
The conversation solved her decision. Frank ended the conversation. She heard the click of the phone hanging up. Martha quickly hung her instrument.
So! Her husband was behind this charade! Martha sat fuming. Of all the low down tricks to perpetrate! The abuse she took! The humiliation of being naked in front of these men! All of this sanctioned by her husband!
What was it that Frank said? "We got her good and house broken!" The development of this situation was startling. To reveal her knowledge to Stan and Frank was pointless. She would continue her unsuspecting role. Did Bobby intend to call her first or appear out of the blue? Should she accost her husband with her knowledge?
A wicked smile spread across her face. Turn about was fair play! So Mister Rowen wanted to play games! Well, Mrs. Rowen had some plays of her own! When they got back to the city, she would put them into action. In the meantime, everything would remain the same!
She went to the bathroom to take care of her personal needs. After that, she walked out into the main room where Frank greeted her. "We made breakfast. Do you want some?"
"To what do I owe all this attention?" Martha asked. "It can't be my charm! You must be after my young hot body!"
Frank laughed. "You've been a good sport all through this predicament. I just thought it would be nice to do something for you."
"Like make breakfast?" Martha said in derision. "Big deal! I can't wait until you two leave."
"Stan left already. Had some business to take care of, but he asked to be remembered," Frank replied.
One down and one to go! Martha thought. "Did he take his little bag of tricks?" she asked.
"Why, no!" Frank gave her a surprised look. "Was there anything special you want to try from it?"
Martha was already planning her revenge for her husband. The details weren't firmed up yet, but she wanted the set of leather manacles. She contemplated making a bid for the set in the case. The thought was discarded. Aware of Frank's association with her husband, such information would get back to Bobby. Martha didn't want Bobby to know anything, yet. His discovery of her knowledge of his complicity would come soon enough.
She had considered the problem on its objective merits. To her thinking, it was a practical joke. Well, she had a sense of humor! She was going to find out if her husband had one also!
"Not really!" she answered Frank's question. "I was just curious. I suppose you'll want one for the road before you leave!"
"I don't drink early in the morning," Frank replied.
"I wasn't referring to alcohol! I meant sex!" she said.
He grinned. "Since you put it that way! Do you have any preference?"
She shook her head. "Just get it over with and get out of here."
Frank glanced at his watch. "It will have to be a quickie! I have to leave!"
A chuckle greeted her sarcastic query. "You've got a good sense of humor. It's been fun keeping you company."
"Come on! Let's get this over with! I have a lot of things to do after you leave," she said.
"I like the way you turn on!" he said. "So, we'll use this!" Frank picked up the dual phalli.
She approved of his selection without telling him. The gadget offered a thrilling session without submitting to him. Martha stretched out on the couch.
Frank was considerate, applying a coating of lubricant to the rectal part. The thick dildo was pushed past the yielding lips of her sphincter. She felt the thick impaction filling her anal canal. The mate to the gadget was fitted into her cunt.
In spite of the circumstances, Martha's passions were stirred up. The moisture started to ooze from the walls of her cunt. Her pulse beat increased with her respiration as she waited for the vibrators to start humming.
Frank turned on the switch. Martha's twin holes were treated to an immediate tingle. The pulsating dildoes began the voluptuous erotic bur- rowing as thousands of stinging needles assaulted her erogenous flesh.
She shuttered her eyelids to savor the ecstatic thrill of the vibrating instruments. An enraptured moan escaped her lips. "OHHERrrrl" Her hips squirmed against the couch cushion. Frank added a little innovation. He moved the dildoes, frigging her twin holes. The friction of the throbbing phalli scraping along the muscular walls of her ass and cunt heightened the lascivious sensation.
Martha moved her hips in simulated coital thrusts. The sensual stimulation grew stronger. Her nerve fibers were filled with a voluptuous thrill, intoxicating her senses.
Her venereal entrails expanded from the exhilarating stimulation. A stream of ecstatic moans poured from her lips. She pumped her pelvis in erratic gyrations as the throbbing pressure began to mount in her loins.
There is no substitute for a good cock pumping away in a cunt or asshole! Martha subscribed to this thought. At the moment, the pistoning phalli were doing an adequate job. She wasn't about to discriminate at this stage. The only thing that mattered now was enjoying as many orgasms as could be induced.
"Keep it moving! Shove it harder and faster!" she urged. "I'm going to come! Now, now! Oh, oh! Keep it up, keep it up! More, more!"
Her body thrashed on the couch while her hips swung in frantic gyrations.
She felt the force of the orgasm rip inside of her. Another one followed and a third. Each one with less intensity than the previous one.
The removal of the vibrators caused a coolness to settle over the hot erogenous flesh. Her eyes opened. She remained still, letting her aroused senses recover from the intense stimulation.
Frank had his fly open. His stiff cock was exposed, waiting to be serviced. "How about taking care of peter here?" he asked.
Martha glanced at her watch. She gave him a mischievous grin. "You said you were in a hurry." Reaching up for his hard prick, she said, "You have just enough time to come and go! I'm going to help you along!"
Her fingers curled about his prick and as she pumped her hand in rapid jerking strokes, Frank rocked his hips in cadence with her pumping motion. Martha's fingers rubbed over the captured flesh with strong frictioning abrasion.
"I'm going to come!" he announced. "Hurry! Catch it!"
Martha absorbed his cockhead between her lips. Just in time to catch the spurting globs of come. She kept pumping the flesh, milking out the last vestiges of his jism. His prick grew soft in her hand. Removing his flaccid dick, she saw a final tear of come oozing from the peehole and brushing her tongue across it, she removed it.
"You know, I have your name. Frank Brooke! I can make a lot of trouble for you!" she commented.
He laughed. "It would be hard to prove. Besides, I don't think you want the publicity."
"You're right!" she grinned. "But watch out! The next time, I may not be so submissive. Now, if you don't mind, leave. I have a lot of things to do."
She followed him to the door, locking it after him. Watching out the window, Martha saw his car leave. She hoped she had time to remove the traces of their presence. The place had to be straightened out, she had to take a bath, and there was the story for Bobby. There would be no sex for him tonight or the next day! She needed a good excuse!
The best one was to be angry at him for leaving her this way. That was it! Besides, she needed time to put her scheme into action. Robert Rowen was in for a surprise!
CHAPTER NINE
Robert Rowen showed up at noon without calling. Martha played the role of an angry wife. He tried to placate her and attempted to embrace her but she resisted, refusing to accept his excuses or blandishments.
They returned to Hartford with him trying to effect some kind of reconciliation.
Martha enjoyed her performance of an outraged wife. It saved her from revealing her naked quim. She was inclined to have sex with him, to show him her accomplishments and skills, but that would have to wait until she had her revenge.
He took her out for lunch and they went to a movie afterward. She took delight in his efforts to win her over. It was small compensation, nevertheless, she enjoyed every minute of it. The final reward would come when her plan was implemented. She couldn't wait!
At night, Martha insisted they sleep alone. Bobby started to show signs of annoyance at her retaliatory acts. In the morning, he left without kissing her good-bye.
Everything was going according to her script. She had him psyched to the stage where he would be susceptible to the rest of her scheme.
After he left, Martha was on the phone. She made a luncheon date with an old friend. Robert had never met Rosalind. It was perfect! Martha's main problem was to get Rosalind to cooperate.
At lunch, the two women exchanged gossip and reminisced. In the spirit of intimacy, Martha revealed her experiences. Rozz gasped. She was more surprised at Martha's inhibitions that precipitated the situation than the ultimate results.
"Look, Rozz!" Martha began, "We're old friends, right? Frankly, I'm not interested in how shocked you are by my sexual naivety. What has happened is history! I want to play a trick on Bobby and I need your help."
A gleam shone in Rozz's eyes. "I'm intrigued, dear. Tell me what you plan is."
Martha related her scheme in detail. Rozz nodded from time to time. A mischievous grin appeared. "That's positively delicious! I love it, I love it!"
"Will you help me?" Martha asked. "It means you'll be naked in front of Bobby! Also, you'll be having sex with him. It's a lot to ask!"
"Are you kidding?" Rozz retorted. "I wish I'd had a chance to do something like that to my husband before I divorced him. I don't mind doing it at all. It's wonderfully wicked. Just as long as you promise to let me be there at the end!"
"It's a deal!" Martha agreed. "Let's go shopping for some of those accessories."
They walked to a porno shop and purchased two sets of leather manacles. At Rozz's suggestion, they picked up a paint brush. The kind used by artists. A sleep blindfold was located in a drugstore.
Martha left her car parked at a nearby shopping center. The presence of her car would be a give-away to her plans. Rozz drove her to the house. While they waited for Bobby to come home the two conspirators rehearsed their little script. At the sound of a car driving up, Martha secreted herself in a closet. Rozz took off her clothes and put on a sheer, loose-fitting gown of Martha's.
Bobby came into the house. "I'm home, dear. Is the war still on or has peace been declared?"
He stopped short at the sight of Rozz. "Oh!" she gasped in pretended shock. She drew the gown about her, trying to hide her partial nakedness. "You must be Robert!"
"You have me at a disadvantage! I hope you're the new maid!" Bobby answered.
Rozz gave him a friendly smile. "No such luck! I'm just a plain old saleslady. My name is Rosalind Logan. I was demonstrating some cosmetics for your wife. Your wife accidentally spilled it all over my dress. She insisted on getting it cleaned. She left about ten minutes ago. I hope she won't be gone too long."
He glanced at his watch. "If she left ten minutes ago, figuring driving time and the rest, you're going to be inconvenienced for at least an hour. What happened to the rest of your ... er... clothes?"
"They're in the wash in the basement! I hope my appearance doesn't embarrass you. I used to be a professional model," Rozz told him. "So, if you're uncomfortable, I'll go into some other room."
"No, no!" Bobby replied. "Please! If it doesn't bother you, it doesn't bother me!"
"Good!" she exclaimed. She removed the gown.
"Hey! What are you doing?" Robert was surprised at her boldness.
"I've got a secret! Selling cosmetics isn't always remunerative. I have to pick up a little extra. So, I do my thing, if you know what I mean!" Rozz explained. "I'm just showing off my merchandise. Maybe, I can interest you in buying my product."
Martha, hidden in the closet, heard the conversation. She smiled, hoping her husband would accept the bait.
Bobby's eyes swept over the naked form in front of him. The women had deliberately shaved off Rozz's pubic hairs as they were certain he would like this touch.
This promiscuous woman had lovely shaped tits. Her boobs weren't as large or rounded as his wife's. The mounds were cone-shaped and provocative and there was certainly enough of her mammaries to satisfy any man's lust.
She was a little heavier than his wife. Her waist dipped into wide-flared hips that descended into legs that were short and thick. There was nothing wrong with the puffy mound that was harbored between her thighs.
Rozz moved toward him, swaying in a sensual grace. Her hand cupped his crotch.
"Mmmm!" she murmured. "If I guess what's in my hand, can I eat it?"
Bobby stood bewildered by her brazenness. "Whoa, whoa!" he exclaimed. "What's this little quickie going to cost me?"
"I usually charge twenty-five. I'm worth every cent of it," she answered. "Come on, honey! I need the bread!"
Her searching fingers unzipped his fly and removed his rampant cock from its resting place.
"Oooo\" she squealed. "What a lovely hunk of meat! I bet you're some cocksman!"
Rozz dropped to her knees. His prick was in her mouth before he could protest. Greedy sucking sounds came from her mouth. "Mmmmm!" she murmured, pushing his hard-on in and out between her teasing lips.
She snaked several fingers into the gap in his fly. His balls were captured and fondled while her mouth continued to entice him.
"Wait, wait!" he protested. He pushed her head away. "If we're going to play, I may as well get comfortable." He started to remove his clothes.
"It's not that I don't trust you!" she said. "Do you mind paying me up front?"
He pulled his wallet from his pocket. "Too bad you don't take master charge!"
"I'm working on it!" she replied, taking the proffered bills. He was stripped now. "Hey! You're some hunk of man! And well hung! Too bad you don't dig the kinky scene! I got a trip that will blow your mind! I usually charge more for it."
"What kind of kinky scene?" he asked, his carnal curiosity accepting her bait.
"Well, I have this john! He likes to be tied up and aroused," Rozz explained. "I work on different parts of him until his nuts are ready to pop. That's the reason he gets tied up. He gets so hot, he could rape me. Then I sit down on his cock and he fucks me like crazy."
The graphic description aroused Bobby. "Why can't you do it without tying me up?"
"Are you kidding? Like I said, it's mind-blowing. I don't want to take any chances. Come on, let's fuck! How do you want it? Half and half? A straight blow job? Or maybe a little Greek style? Like lover back up to me!" she said. "Name your pleasure!"
"Supposing I let you do it your way? Will you do it for the same price?" he asked.
"Well-1-1!" she drawled. "I wouldn't normally do it for that price but time is fleeting. Tell you what! I'll do it for the quarter but after I finish, if you feel it's worth more, will you give it to me?"
"It's a deal!" Bobby answered. "What do I do?"
"Just stretch out on the bed and relax," she instructed. Picking up a small case, she carried it with her to the bed.
"What have you got in there?" he asked.
"When I'm on the job, it's a sample case. Otherwise, I've got some goodies in here for you," she told him. She removed the leather manacles and cuffed a hand to the bed.
"Hey, what are you doing?" he questioned with a hint of panic.
"Relax! I told you I have to get the John tied up." Rozz cuffed his other hand while he was still hesitant. Taking out another set of manacles, she locked his legs to the bed. He was spread-eagled on the bed and vulnerable.
She produced the eyeshade. "What's that for?" he asked. Concern edged his voice. "What is this?. Some kind of a rip-off?" He twisted his head trying to avoid the blindfold.
Rozz succeeded in getting it on. "Don't worry, I won't kill you! It's part of the act. You'll find each part of this scene more exciting if you can't see what's going on!"
Martha moved out of the closet at Rozz's last words. Bobby was now disabled, so to speak. He couldn't see her. It was perfect!
Rozz winked at her as she picked up the brush. "I call this part The Torture of a Thousand Delights" Rozz said.
She brought the hairs of the brush against his cock, rubbing it up and down the shaft in soft gentle sweeps.
Bobby squirmed as the hairs prickled his flesh. "Hey! That's wild! What is it?"
There was no reply. The brush stroked his stiff pole and swept over the crown. Rozz moved the bristles down to his balls, tickling his scrotum. She picked up his nuts and dusted the perineum with a few strokes. He continued to wriggle as the soft bristles tantalized him.
"See what I mean?" Rozz addressed him. "How do you like it so far?"
"Great, great!" he exclaimed.
The brush moved over his body in erratic sweeps. She moved it over the flat aureole on his chest. "That's the beginning!" she announced. "To warm you up a little!"
Martha handed Rozz the fake cock. A big grin spread across Martha's face. She was loving every minute of this! Rozz took the vibrating dildo. She also took the jar of Vaseline handed to her. Sticking the cock into the jar, she coated it with the greasy lubricant, removing some of the excess with a finger.
"You're going to love this!" Rozz told him. Her coated finger stabbed past his asshole. His hips jerked at the unfamiliar insertion.
"Hey! What are you doing?" There was a little apprehension in his tone.
"Relax, honey! I'm turning you on!" Rozz answered. Her finger rubbed the pliant muscles in his asshole in an erotic massage. "See, it's not so bad, right?"
"Not bad! When does it get exciting again?" he asked.
She withdrew the finger. "How about a little kiss to show you like it so far?"
Martha moved on top of him, straddling his chest. She squatted, bringing her cunt close to his mouth. Her cunt was damp from the excitement aroused in her by this scene. He kissed her twat and began to lick it. The contact of his tongue sent thrilling lances spearing her spine. Bobby started to press his oral spatula between the dampened lips. She swung off, nodding to Rozz.
"Not bad, not bad!" Rozz said. "At least you dig eating pussy! Some guys don't!"
Her hands caressed his body in a gentle massage. She curled her fingers about his bony shaft. Rozz stroked up and down in languid rubs. Martha drew close and cupped his balls. The two of them played with his genitals. Martha slipped a finger into his ass and started to frig him. They teased him like this for a short while.
Martha nodded and Rozz picked up the prepared dildo. Fitting it against the sepia puckered hole, she forced an entry.
"Hey! Stop, stop!" Bobby protested. "What are you trying to do? Stop, stop!"
"Oh, come on!" Rozz chided him. "You're a big boy now! You can take it!"
Martha turned on the knob and the dildo hummed into action. Bobby struggled with his shackles, trying to break free. The bed shook and groaned from his efforts as he rocked his hips in an effort to shake loose the vibrator. It was implanted deep in his hole.
"Relax! Enjoy!" Rozz advised him in soothing tones. "There's nothing like a good vibrator tickling your ass!"
Martha was having difficulty in holding back her laughter at his discomfort. This was only the beginning! They had a few more goodies planned for her loving husband!
Bobby started to groan. "Stop, stop! I'm going to come!"
Rozz reached for his cock where the crown joined the shaft. She squeezed down tight. At the same time, she removed the vibrating dildo. "Can't let it go to waste, yet!" she said.
She kissed his lips, forcing her tongue into his mouth. He kissed back, meeting her tongue with his in a deep kiss.
"I told you this was a big turn on!" she commented, interrupting the kiss. "Do you dig hairless cunts?"
"Yes!" he answered in impatient annoyance. "Let's get on with the rest of this!"
"Would you like me to shave off your pubic hairs?" she asked.
The two women shrugged trying to restrain their amusement.
"No, no! For crying out loud! No!" he protested. "Let me loose! I've had enough of this nonsense!"
"You haven't gotten your money's worth yet!" Rozz insisted. She took the hand vibrator Martha handed her. Turning in on, she moved her pulsating fingers over his body.
"You're up tight! What you need is a little massage to help relax you. Take it easy!" Rozz advised him.
"I bet Martha put you up to this!" he accused her.
"Who's Martha? Oh, your wife! Why would she put me up to this?" she asked.
Martha's body shrugged and she clamped her lips to hold back the laugh. Her cheeks puffed out as she stifled it.
"Forget it!" he snapped.
"Hey! Stop being so up tight! I'm trying to earn my twenty-five dollars! Relax!" Rozz said.
Her throbbing fingers moved down to his prick as she cupped his balls, letting the vibrating throbs penetrate his scrotum. Bobby undulated his pelvis as the tantalizing pulsations aroused him. The hand moved against the inside of his thighs and massaged his perineum.
"All right, all right! That's enough!" he declared in annoyance. "Let's get down to the fucking! I want to get this over with!"
The vibrating massage stopped. She brought her hand away and turned off the machine. "You are a hard guy to please! I've a good mind to let you loose and give you back your money!"
"Suits me fine!" he snapped in irritation.
"I said I've a good mind, but it's against my principles to see a dissatisfied customer," she answered. "I'll just have to keep working on you until I get the right responses!"
She started to move away. "Where are you going?" he wanted to know.
"To the john! Don't worry! I'll be right back!" she assured him. "Don't go away!"
Rozz padded out and Martha tiptoed out with her. Out of earshot, she asked Martha, "How am I doing?"
"Great! I love it! I was afraid I'd break up. Do you want to let him screw you?" she asked.
They heard Bobby shouting for Rozz's return. Rozz tilted her head toward the room. "He's really up tight! I'm ready to fuck him. That will be your cue to come in!"
"I think we ought to shave his hair off!" Martha said.
Rozz clapped her hands. "Okay! Get the cream, razor, and pan of water for rinsing. After that, we'll finish him off."
They returned to the room. At the sound of the footsteps, Bobby started to swear. "Where the fuck were you? I've been yelling myself blue in the face to get loose."
"I was getting a little surprise ready for you," she answered. The shaving bomb was depressed and she squirted out the cream.
His body jerked as she rubbed the cream into his pubic hairs. He started to yell obscenities and strain at his bonds. She ignored him and continued to prepare him for shaving. The razor scraped against the hairs and he swore, threatening her with bodily harm.
Martha watched her friend's handiwork as the hairs vanished. When the job was finished, his groin looked more grotesque than hers. It looked strange seeing his limp cock resting against the bare skin.
Her fingers closed about his prick. Using soft tugs, she tried to restore its previous stanchion state. As his dick responded to her ministrations, Martha bowed her head and sucked his cock a little to help maintain its rigidity. She nodded to Rozz. "Okay, honey! Let's wrap this up in a blaze of glory! Let's see if you know how to use that thing for something else besides taking a leak!" Rozz said.
She straddled his hips with her cunt poised above his waiting shaft. Her fingers parted her thick cuntal lips and fitted it about the cockhead. Rozz pressed down and his stiff dick disappeared into the recesses of her snatch. The hard piece of flesh was imbedded deep in her quim.
Rozz winked at Martha as she wriggled her ass, grinding his shaft into her cuntal muscles.
"How's that feel?" Rozz asked. "Come on, let's see you fuck!" she urged.
The manacles limited his movement. "I, can't move too much tied down like this!" he complained. "Let me loose!"
"Not until you shoot your load!" Rozz insisted. She continued to ride his cock.
Bobby moved his hips in coital drives in spite of his limited movements. "That's it, honey!" she encouraged him. "You're doing fine! Keep it up!"
Martha watched their movements, wishing she was riding her husband's cock. The sight of their coital thrusts evoked a salacious salivation in her twat. She reached for her damp coosy and rubbed it. For the time being, her self-stimulation had to serve her.
"Come on, Bobby!" Rozz exhorted him. "Shoot your load! Let me feel that hot juicy come drowning my pussy!"
"Keep shaking that cunt of yours a little bit more!" he told her. "I'm almost there!"
She kept undulating her pelvis, abrading his prick with her erogenous flesh. "Now, you got it!" he said.
His cock spasmed. Rozz's twat was sprayed with an effusion of his sperm. She kept riding his cock while the effusion of come continued to fill her cunt. The hard erupting fountain grew soft and his flow of jism became a weak drip.
"Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Rozz asked.
"What the hell is going on here?" Martha demanded.
"I knew it, I knew it! I was set up!" Bobby declared. "This whole scene is a set up!"
Rozz removed the blindfold. He blinked his eyes, adjusting to the change in light.
The two women were laughing. Bobby looked at them from his bound position.
"Okay, okay! You've had your little joke! Let me loose!" he insisted. "I can't understand why the hell you went to all this trouble!" he said. "Just because I left you up at the cabin for a week-end!"
"How's Frank and Stan?" Martha asked.
"Who?" Bobby asked, pretending ignorance.
"Don't give me that innocence stuff!" Martha replied. "I'm just getting back for that brain-storm of yours. We're going to turn you loose! But we're not finished with you! You have to agree to submit to our little initiation or else I'll really be mad!"
"You mean that whole bit yesterday was an act?" he asked.
"That's right, dear!" Martha answered. "And if you don't cooperate with us, you're going to see the real thing!"
"All right, all right! I give up!" Bobby surrendered. "I promise to do everything you want! Just turn me loose!"
"I wanted you to know some of the things your friends did to me," she told him. "And with your blessings! I'm sure you'll enjoy the surprises I have for you."
He nodded as they removed the shackles. "I can't wait! I've already experienced a few of them."
"Those openers were mild," Martha said. "We were just warming up!"
'That's what I'm afraid of!" Bobby answered, chafing his wrists.
CHAPTER TEN
"Aren't you ashamed of using a good friend in this scheme?" Bobby asked. "I mean, it's embarrassing for both of you to be involved like this!"
"Nothing bothered your conscience when you deserted me and let your friends use me!" Martha replied. "Stop trying to avoid your punishment."
He grinned. "You can't fault me for trying!"
Martha told him to lay across the bed, face down. She handcuffed his wrists. Rozz sat straddled across his back.
Martha gazed down on the rounded flesh of his buttocks. A tingling voluptuous thrill skyrocketed up her spine and bounced back into her seeping snatch. She rubbed her palm in a gentle caress over the curved ass. The touch excited her carnal lust. Her hand moved upward in a slow ascent. The hand plummeted in a forceful blow. SPLATT! The smack made her palm tingle. She felt a sharp stinging sensation in her hand.
Bobby's body twitched at the blow. He tried to squirm out from underneath Rozz's frame. "Hey! That smarts!"
The contact sent an ecstatic shiver coursing through her. She pressed down firmly on the small of his back with one hand. The other hand was coming down again! SPLATTl "OUCH!" Bobby cried out.
Martha felt the shock waves of the blow travel up her arm. His body flinched and squirmed. Her hand striking his ass and his reactions heightened the sensual mood of the moment. His ass was turning a glowing pink from the imprint of her punishing hand.
"You're lucky I'm only using my hand!" she told him. "Your kind friends used a paddle on my ass! I'd love to use a baseball bat on yours but I couldn't find one!"
The juices in her quim were flowing more freely. The more she spanked his ass, the more her passions were aroused. SPLATT! SPLATT! Two swift blows followed in succession. His asscheeks were turning a glowing red. Her palm almost matched the hue of his skin.
Her husband continued to howl in pain as he tried to twist free of the body that kept him pinned to the bed. Martha's snatch perspired with a greater profusion of erogenous juices. The imprint of her manual chastening excited her more.
Bobby continued to howl in pain. She struck his ass with three more quick blows, then she nodded to Rozz who swung her body off Bobby's prone frame.
"Sonovabitch!" he swore. "You didn't have to get carried away!"
"I want to share everything with you dear, including the ass beating," she purred. "It's too bad I couldn't get those paddles! Your ass would be so sore you wouldn't be able to sit for a week!"
He gingerly touched his rump. "You've made your point!"
"You'd look awfully silly doing a sexy dance for us!" Martha remarked, "So I guess we can eliminate that!"
"How about having him suck one of us off while the other one frigs his ass with the dildo?" Rozz asked.
"I'll buy that!" Martha agreed. "I claim first choice. You can frig his ass!" She stretched out on the bed. "Okay, honey! You've been bugging me to eat my pussy! Here's your chance! Let's see how good you are!"
Bobby knelt in front of her legs. Rozz made him stand up and bend over for better access to his ass. He placed his hands on Martha's thighs. His touch quickened her pulse, but there was no contact with her cunt yet! Martha's excitation was predicated on expectation. Her breathing grew in rapid gasps. His lips caressed her cunt-lips in a gentle kiss.
A sensual spark ignited her entire nervous system at his oral contact. It was like someone throwing an electric switch!
His face was welded to her crotch and he ran his tongue across her labium in horizontal sweeps. Bobby switched his attack, running his tongue in vertical strokes. She relished the moist, warm laves of his velvety appendage.
Martha exhaled a soft sigh of blissful rapture. The teasing torment of his tongue increased her passionate ardor. She was thankful he had involved her with his friends. Her experience made her appreciate her husband's efforts.
Bobby's tongue probed into the glistening moist cleft of her cuntal lips. His oral spatula scraped the mucous-lined membranes of her snatch. He drew his tongue out of her venereal grotto and nibbled on her pliant cunt-lips.
"OHERRrrrl" It was a low, drawn out groan of exquisite piquancy. Her passion turned into an erotic torch. She was consumed by the fire of carnal ecstasy.
He alternated his style again, this time burrowing his tongue into her twat. A sudden swift rush shot from her quim throughout her aroused body. Bobby's oral probe twisted and turned like a drill.
First, slow deliberate turns and then, rapid boring flutters.
Martha emitted more groans of ecstatic rapture. His stiffened tongue frigged her quim. She was so captivated by this attempt to fuck her cunt with his tongue that it kept the juices oozing out of her sweating vaginal walls.
Rozz, in the meantime, had forced the dildo past the puckered orifice of his ass. This was the second time in his lifetime that his asshole had been violated. Both times happened on the same day!
Bobby felt the thick impaction stretching the pliant muscles in his rectum. He had an urge to move his bowels. He knew the sensation was temporary. Once his anal muscles acclimated to the unfamiliar presence, the urge would pass.
The opportunity to eat his wife's cunt pleased him. He had misgivings when he implemented his plan. Having his friends seduce his wife was a reluctant touch. Bobby was fortunate the charade turned out so well.
During his bachelor days, Bobby's ass was treated to a teasing finger of an ardent partner. He didn't mind the fingers massaging his asshole. It was that damn dildo in his ass that bothered him! The slight discomfort made him appreciate what a woman went through when a cock was stuffed up her ass.
Bobby was grateful for Rozz not turning on the vibrator. Earlier, the pulsating dildo almost devastated him. It was a terrific gadget! A fantastic erotic aid to supplement the passionate arousal of a woman or man! At this moment, he wanted to concentrate on satisfying his wife. Let her have her moment of revenge! He knew after tonight, everything would be the way he wanted it to be. Their marital life would be perfect!
The slow pistoning dildo didn't excite him very much. He considered it more of an inconvenience. The women were deriving some sort of satisfaction using it and Bobby didn't want to spoil their fun. His main concern at the moment was to make his wife enjoy his efforts.
Bobby moved his mouth to her clitoris. The touch of his hot rapacious mouth made her skin crawl with voluptuous tingles. His oral talent was a sexual intoxicant to her.
His sheathed teeth dug into the base of her tiny venereal papule. He pulled her clitoris taut like a stringed instrument and his tongue plucked at the sensitive node. The erotic chords he struck sounded lascivious notes in her twat.
Martha arched her back, shoving her pussy closer to his teasing mouth. The way he was eating her out was almost as good as being fucked. It would be wild if he could stick his head inside her pussy! Imagine having your cunt eaten from the inside!
She squirmed in ecstatic exuberance. An intoxicating rapture permeated her pores in anticipation of the orgasmic delirium building up inside her loins. The volatile piquant charge was expanding.
Martha undulated her pelvis in a sinuous grind. Her coosy pressed closer to his greedy mouth, almost suffocating him.
"Oh, Bobby!" she groaned. "That's so goood! Oh, keep sucking! Harder, harder! Oh, I love it, I love it!"
A flash flood of hurricane proportions struck her as the orgasm burst over her in a powerful discharge. Her frame trembled in a fit of ecstatic rapture.
"Quick, quick!" she urged. "Suck me dry! Oh, oh! This is wild! I love it, I love it! Suck me, suck me! Drain the come out of me!" It was a whimpering plea.
He fastened his mouth to her overflowing cunt and she heard the erotic sucking sounds as he drank in her nectar. She felt a little lightheaded. Martha attributed it to the intoxication of the lascivious thrill.
Bobby released his oral grip on her cunt. She exhaled a long trembling sigh.
He straightened up. "How about taking that damn thing out of my ass?"
'Take it out!" Martha ordered from her supine position. She was still stretched out.
"Hell! Just when I was beginning to have fun!"
Rozz exclaimed. "Now what? I think you got the better of the deal! When do I get a chance to squeal with delight like you did?"
Martha answered in a weak voice. "I used to think Bobby had a wicked cock when he fucked me. After that job on me with his mouth, he's a real double threat! Go ahead, try him out, either way! You won't be disappointed!"
Rozz threw herself alongside of Martha. "I tried his cock earlier! Let's see that mouth action!"
"Don't I get a chance to come again?" Bobby asked.
"Sure! I'll give you a treat!" Martha offered. "I'll show you how much I learned in a weekend!"
She got off the bed and sat on the floor with her back against the bed and her head underneath her husband's body. Rozz's legs dangled over her shoulders as Bobby bent over to service the waiting cunt.
This was a strange and erotic tableau. Martha was sharing her husband's sexual talents with another woman. She didn't consider it immoral! After all, he allowed two men to share her sexual favors! Besides, she found herself reacting with strong passionate desires!
Rozz's murmurs of approval reached her ears. Bobby's talented mouth was at work. It was time for her to start.
She gazed up at Bobby's prick suspended near her nose. Her hands reached up and cupped his balls in a loving embrace. The stiff shaft was guided to her lips. Martha brushed her lips against the crown in quick gentle kisses. A soft breath of air was blown against his prick. Bobby's cock quivered in a voluptuous shiver.
Her lips pursed as she pressed it to the pink-red tip of his dick. His prick was vacuumed into her oral chamber in a slow sensual draw. Martha tried to get all of his cock into her mouth.
She brushed her tongue along the underside of his fleshy tube in strong sweeping licks. Her lips and tongue worked his cock in and out of her mouth. A little pressure forced the prick out in a partial withdrawal. Suction brought it back! She kept up this erotic rhythm, letting her lips tantalize his shaft.
Martha released his cock, rolling her tongue along the underside of his dick. She left a trail of saliva as her tongue traveled down to his balls. Opening her mouth wide, she tried to absorb a testicle. Only able to get part of the ball into her mouth, Martha contented herself with soft nibbles and licks. Both balls received equal treatment.
Retracing her steps, she returned to his cockhead. A finger strayed along his ass crack, searching for his hole. She found the tight crinkled hole and pushed her finger into the soft anal sheath. His cockhead was held in her mouth and she brushed her tongue over the velvety crown in teasing sweeps. The tip found the tiny peehole.
Martha rolled her lingual spatula over the small hole. The touch of the hole abrading her tongue elicited a voluptuous sensation. It went from her tongue to her stomach to her cunt.
Her cunt! Everyone was being erogenous stimulated but her! Martha slipped a free hand into the vee of her legs. She felt the damp lips as her fingers massaged her lonely twat. That was better! Her auto-stimulation improved her oral efforts. She attacked his cock with renewed fervor. Her rapacious tongue swirled around the rib of the crown.
Bobby seemed to be doing a capable job on Rozz. Her legs tapped against Martha's body in sensual response to his oral ministrations. Moans of ecstatic rapture rolled from her mouth. Their combined sexual efforts heightened Martha's licentious inclination. She could feel the emanations seeping into her.
Her finger kept a slow steady frigging tempo, shuttling in and out of Bobby's ass. She pressed into the resilient muscles, rubbing it in an erotic massage.
The fingers in her cunt transferred their attention to her clitoris. She clutched the slick node, rubbing it with sensual strokes. There was an immediate change! The heat in her venereal furnace increased.
Martha varied the licking and sucking on Bobby's cock. She swirled her tongue in long sweeps. She rotated her compressed lips in a semi-circle about his imprisoned dick. His shaft was pistoned back and forth in simulated coital thrusts.
"Oh, you cunt-lapper!" Rozz squealed. "You are beautiful! Suck it, suck it! Drain that come out of my cunt! Eat it, baby, eat it! EATTT ITTTT!" she demanded in a deep growl.
Martha felt Rozz's body thrashing on the bed. Flailing legs kicked her. She disregarded the kicks. Martha felt the heat of Rozz's passion and a surge of lustful anticipation filled her senses. Even Bobby was caught up in this lascivious surge!
He started to fuck Martha's mouth with pistoning thrusts. She abandoned his ass and caught the base of his driving prick. Her experiences warned her of an imminent climax.
Her fingers rubbed and tugged on the erogenous clitty. Taunting it to surrender! She felt the burgeoning tremors growing in her loins. Her blood raced as her pulse rate increased.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Rozz shouted in exultation. "Oh, that's beautiful!" she declared in ecstatic rapture. "It's shooting out of me! Suck it, suck it! YAHHRRrrr!" Her scream sounded like a cheer that died into a tormented moan of agonized rapture.
Rozz's reaction was an audial aphrodisiac, evoking increased carnal responses in Martha. She rubbed her cunt harder to release the dammed up orgasm in her. Bobby's body trembled, heralding the onset of his climax.
Her curled fingers about his fleshy shaft detected the paroxysmic convulsions of his forceful ejaculation. Pulsating contractions forced out jets of viscose milky semen. Her lips compressed the cockhead to extract as much of his come as possible.
For the first time, Martha was sucking her husband off! She found the act very exhilarating. It was divine! She loved the taste of his come! His cock was heavenly and she chided herself for not doing this sooner!
The piquant pulsations of her climax spilled out a copious discharge. Her fingers were saturated with her come. She felt the thick sticky come trickle through her fingers into her palm.
Bobby's prick shrank in her mouth. She turned his flaccid dick loose, emitting a blissful sigh at the same time. This was one of the best orgies she ever had!
Her husband moved away. "What a cunt-lapper!" Rozz exclaimed. "Martha, you are a lucky bitch! I could die happy having him suck me to death! You have to let me have visiting privileges!"
"No way!" Martha replied. "That's my personal property and I'm not sharing him with anyone. We're just doing this one time to teach him a lesson!"
"I'm glad you two are having fun! The way you're teaching me a lesson may kill me!" Bobby remarked.
"Don't worry, dear, that will never happen," Martha said. "You have a delicious cock and I'm going to enjoy eating it for the rest of our lives."
"Thanks for the compliment, dear!" Bobby replied. "And my compliments to you for that wonderful job of sucking me off. That was great!"
"I'm glad you two have a mutual admiration society," Rozz interrupted. "What about me? I was invited here to have fun! Let's not stop while we're going strong!"
"I think we need a little break to cool off," Martha suggested. "After the break, we can continue!"
"You're a party-pooper, Martha!" Rozz accused her. "You promised to give Bobby a good work-out when we discussed it at lunch!"
"Don't worry! I intend to! I want to make sure he remembers not to pull this nonsense on me again!" Martha declared. "In the meantime, we'll take that break to cool off. I think you'll like it! We're all going to take a shower at the same time!"
"Now that's what I call togetherness! Can we all make it in one tub?" Rozz asked.
"There's only one way to find out! Let's go!" Martha invited.
Martha's inspiration for the watery sex act came from her experience with the spray. She remembered the voluptuous thrill induced by Frank at the cabin. She conceived this idea, contemplating some innovations. Having three naked bodies in the tub added to the erotic excitement.
They stepped into the large tub. There was ample room for a comfortable fit. The Rowens had a standard type shower with an additional spray attachment. In retrospect, Martha realized why Frank used that spray on her during her initiation. She intended to use hers during their erotic play.
"Since you're the guest, you can have the honor of being first," Martha told Rozz.
Rozz's participation with Bobby had excited Martha. Her presence added an erotic dimension that was accepted with thrilling approval. Martha frowned on lesbianism but found this aspect of sex exciting. Just as she found Bobby's sexual involvement with Rozz stimulating, Martha was more aroused now.
She adjusted the water and handed a washcloth to Bobby. "You wash her front good," she ordered, "I'll do the back!"
A voluptuous lance of carnal excitation stabbed her spine and lodged in her cunt. She lathered up the cloth and started to scrub Rozz's shoulders.
Martha's hand moved over the entire back. It moved down to the small of Rozz's back just above the croup. She passed over the rounded slopes of the buttocks in a casual caress. Martha soaped her thighs and calves. Returning to Rozz's ass, she scrubbed the ass cheeks and the puckered sepia hole hidden between them.
Rozz's gluteal muscles twitched at the contact. The asscheeks closed protectively for a moment and relaxed. Martha bunched up the cloth and rubbed it along the crack.
This new ritual excited Martha. Water, bouncing off their nude bodies, sprayed into her face but it didn't compare to the heavy moisture gathered in her cunt. Strong sensual pulsations of lust throbbed in her head temples.
Martha looked forward to having her body washed. Only, this intimate act would be confined to Bobby alone.
"Ooooo!" Rozz cooed, "This is fabulous! I wish someone would maroon me in a cabin with two men to rape me. How lucky can you get, Martha?"
"I'll see what I can do for you!" Martha replied.
She watched her husband lather the pink-tipped tits. Each pointed globe received special attention. He squeezed, rubbed, and fondled Rozz's boobs, covering them with heavy lather. Holding each tit, he gave them singular attention, rubbing the coarse washcloth over the ruby disks. Rozz wriggled a little. "Mmmmm!" she murmured in ecstatic approval, "That makes my titties feel good!"
Rozz tilted her head back as the soapy cloth slid over her rib cage and down the slight swell of her stomach. It hovered briefly over the shaven mound of her cunt. The sudsy cloth rolled over her flared hips as Bobby lathered her thighs, inside and out. He scrubbed her calves and shins. Her pelvis gave an involuntary jerk as the washcloth passed along the slit in her pussy.
Martha watched as the cloth-filled hand passed over the puffy cuntal lips. Rozz murmured soft moans of pleasure as the friction on her cunt stirred her. Her knees buckled slightly as he continued to massage her snatch.
"Ohhherrr!" Rozz groaned in blissful appreciation. "More, more! That feels so good! Oh! Beautiful, beautiful!"
Her tits jiggled in an erratic dance as she wriggled in response to his sensual massage. Rozz's pelvis bucked in violent thrusts. "Oh, baby! Keep it up, keep it up! I'm going to pop my nuts any minute!"
She gave a giddy laugh! "I wish I had balls to pop! Oh, that's good, that's good!"
The spectacle of Rozz's body being washed and comments aroused Martha's licentious passions to stronger urges. It was time to end this and get rid of Rozz. She wanted to spend the rest of the time with her husband.
"Hold it!" Martha ordered. "It's time to put a little frosting on the cake."
She reached for the spray attachment and switched it on. "Grab her!" she ordered Bobby. He held Rozz's arms as Martha placed the spray against her cunt.
"Christ! This is wild!" Rozz exclaimed. "This fucken thing is too much! Oh, I love it! What a ball you must have had! Hey! Stop! I gotta take a leak!"
"Since when did you become bashful?" Martha asked. "Go ahead! It won't affect the spray!"
They heard the force of the urinated stream above the sound of the water spray. Rozz struggled against Bobby's grip. Her body shook in wild convulsions as the sensual spray titillated her sensitive cunny.
Martha knew the sensations her friend was experiencing. She recalled every thrilling tingle her cunt felt. The spray was pressed deeper into Rozz's twat.
Rozz was in the throes of a voluptuous intoxication. The sensual stimulation ripped through her body without any physical damage. Her physiological responses were strained to the fullest degree.
Her hips rocked in frantic coital thrusts. Squeals of tortured ecstasy filled the enclosed tub area.
"I'm coming, I'm coming! Stop, stop! Oh, that's crazy! No more, no more! I love it, I love it!" The incoherent phrases poured from her lips.
"Here it comes, here it comes! It's coming out of me! YAHHHRR GRRrrrr!" Rozz screamed.
Martha moved the spray away and shut off the water. She helped Bobby hold Rozz up. Her friend's knees buckled. Rozz was weak and spent from the piquant erotic ordeal.
"Oh, Wow!" Rozz gasped. "That, was rough! But I loved every minute of it. That was no break to cool off, honey! I was hotter than a two dollar pistol! Didn't you see the steam coming out of me?"
Martha opened the shower doors on the tub. They stepped out and towelled each other off.
Entering the bedroom, Martha handed Rozz her clothes. "You've been a great sport and I thank you for your help and co-operation."
"You can't kiss me off like this!" Rozz protested. "Where are the fringe benefits?"
"She's right!" Bobby intervened. "Let her have the fringe benefits or she'll sue for breach of contract!"
Martha picked up a pillow and threw it at him. "Oh, shut up!" she ordered, maintaining the humorous spirit. "If you hadn't stranded me at the cabin, this would never happen!"
"Hey! Fight later! I'm still here and demand my rights!" Rozz insisted.
Bobby was getting dressed during their joking exchange. "Face it, Rozz! That is it! That's all she wrote! I'll tell you what! I'm starving! I'll take you both out to supper and then you can go home and live with your memories!"
"You're nothing but a bunch of spoilsports!" Rozz growled in pretended petulance. "Okay! You win! But don't ever invite me again! I won't leave the next time!"
Martha returned with Bobby after their supper. They joked about their adventures. "When did you find out I had something to do with it?" he asked.
"I had a hunch! It was the sequence of circumstances. I also overheard you on the phone with Frank!" she replied.
"Forgive me?" he asked."
"I really shouldn't! But just as long as you promise no more dirty tricks!" she answered.
"I promise! Scout's honor! You know that shower bit turned me on. How about you and me taking a shower?" he asked.
She grabbed him and embraced his waist. Her lips tilted upward and he answered her pressing his mouth against hers. He clutched at a tit, grabbing it on the bottom of her soft flesh. His soft squeeze evoked a chilling tingle in her cunt. She fondled his crotch in a soft caress.
Her tongue snaked between his lips. Their tongues gamboled in an erotic frolic, exchanging deep kisses.
Martha broke off the embrace. "After the shower, dear!" Her voice was low and husky. They parted and stripped.
A ripple of lustful desire spread across her body as she gazed at his naked flesh. A lascivious flush of carnal exhilaration heated her cunt making it sweat. She picked up the washcloth and soaped it. She was looking forward to this wonderful session.
She started on his back first. Her cloth covered hand swept across his neck and shoulders. His entire back was covered with a sudsy film. Martha moved across the rounded curves of his buttocks. She caught the insides of his thighs, taking deliberate care to avoid his balls.
The back and insides of his thighs received a coating of soap suds. Her hand returned to his ass. The cloth rubbed inside the crack. Martha removed the cloth and inserted a finger into his hole.
All these new nuances added an innovation to their love making which she never appreciated before. She loved probing inside his rectum, touching the pliant muscles. This erotic gesture kept her sexually enthralled.
The frigging session was her way of being able to fuck him. She enjoyed every minute of it. Taking out her finger, she pushed him under the shower to wash away the suds.
"Now!" she said with a dramatic flourish, "We're going to do the front!"
Bobby turned around. She lathered his chest and stomach, wasting little time. Just a few hurried swipes! His legs were given a perfunctory soaping. Bending down in a crouch, her face was level with his rampant cock. It protruded from the center of his shaven groin! Straight, thick, and proud! Its appearance seemed more pronounced with the lack of hair. Behind it hung the thick sac with the egg-shaped balls.
Her palm cupped his balls, fondling the fleshy stones. The cloth covered hand encompassed his virile shaft. She pressed his cock under the head. The pressure on the shaft seemed to increase the size of the cockhead. It swelled a little.
Martha examined the ruby conical shaped head with the tiny slit in the center. The flesh was a deep reddish-pink covered with patches of soap suds. Oh, what a lovely prick! Soon, it would be throbbing in her cunt!
Her curled fist pumped up and down on his strong, exerting pressure and friction. As she stimulated him, a prickling sensation tingled inside her hot quim. Martha was tempted to put his gorgeous cock into her eager pussy, soap and all!
Bobby's knees dipped in a slight bend. He rocked his hips in cadence with her stroking hand. His hands reached out and clasped her shoulders. The strong fingers tightened on her shoulders.
"Unnrrr! Unnrrr!" he grunted. 'That's it! Faster, faster! Watch out! I'm going to shoot my load!"
She shifted slightly at the warning. Her hand felt the orgasmic spasm palpitating as his prick ejaculated the hot sperm. The first burst of come spurted in an arc of about a foot. Martha felt his balls bounce in her palm with each forceful emission.
The action reminded her of a field gun firing. After a burst, the barrel recoiled and then sprang forward, firing another shell of glutinous liquid. Gradually, the intensity of his climax died down. "Milk it down!" he told her.
Martha's fingers clamped down at the base of his prong and moved towards the corona. She could feel the rigidity of his hard-on disappearing. Pressing upward, she forced out the residue of his come from the urethra. There was a thick drop of come oozing out of the peehole. The washcloth passed over it, wiping it away.
"Hey! That was something!" he exclaimed. "No wonder Rozz was so hot!"
Martha picked up the spray attachment. "She also had this used on her! How about it? Want to try it out?"
Bobby held up his hand in a protesting gesture. "No way! I'll take your word for it. Okay! Everybody out of the pool! Time for more fun and games in bed!"
Outside of the tub, Bobby rubbed her dry with a brisk terry cloth towelling. She returned the favor. They hurried to their bedroom and snuggled close to each other.
Their hands fluttered over each other's body in soft caresses. Martha felt warm and secure as they indulged in this sensual foreplay. She stroked his prick with slow lingering rubs. He squeezed the cushiony tip of a tit.
"This is wonderful!" she sighed. "I want this to be always like this!"
"Anything you say, dear!" he agreed. "From now on, just you and me!"
She pulled out of his arms, sitting upright with a jerk. "Something just dawned on me! When I came in this afternoon, supposedly catching you in the act with a strange woman, you said, "I knew it, I knew it! This is a set-up! Did you know it was a set-up? And if you did, why did you become involved?"
"Why, Mrs. Rowen! I do believe I detect a note of jealousy as the outraged wife!" Bobby teased.
"Don't play games with me! Did you or didn't you know it was set-up?" she insisted on knowing.
"Come on!" he chided her. "You were getting even with me! What difference does it make?"
"I want to know! If you didn't suspect, then I got even with you!" she replied.
He grinned. "Do you know the story of the lady and the tiger?" She nodded. "You don't know which door?" She nodded again. "Good! Make believe this is the same thing."
"Ooooo!" she squealed in frustration. "You're impossible, Bobby Rowen!"
"Not impossible! Fantastic!" he replied. He moved his face towards her cunt. "Watch me!" he said just before he pressed his mouth to her snatch.
Martha closed her eyes and sighed as his tongue began to weave its oral magic. He was right! He was fantastic!