Chapter 6

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.