Chapter 7
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!