Chapter 8
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!"
"Oh!" Martha pretended surprise. "Did your wife's P.T.A. meeting finally break up?"
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!