Chapter 5

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!"