Martha Finally Cheats

I couldn't believe how good it felt. How terribly erotic. How very very wrong but very very exciting. His hand forced my bra down; I watched my nipple come into view. I glanced up and saw that Martin was looking into the mirror also.

"You have fantastic nipples Martha. They're so hard, so big. They're like pink gems on cream hills. Do you like to have them pinched?"

"Yes. That feels good. I like them pinched hard."

I watched in the mirror, my blouse open to my tummy, one breast fully exposed while my bra continued to cover the other. Martin's hand cupping my tit, his finger and thumb rotating, pulling, squeezing my nipple. I watched my hand stroking his thick cock, rubbing it against my cheek. I watched as a small drop of precum formed in the piss hole then watched as I dragged the pre-cum across my cheek. .

I turned my face to examine his cock, to watch the precum slowly form another drop. I rubbed my thumb over the end of his cock, enjoying the slickness of the precum as I spread t over the head of his cock. It made the cock-head shiny. I rubbed his cock on my cheek again.

I felt Martin's free hand on my head, felt him gently turning my head. His cock slid across my cheek and rubbed my lips. Instinctively I opened my mouth, began licking the warm hard head. I continued stroking his cock as my mouth wrapped around the head. It seemed even larger now that I was sucking it.

"Umm, yesss. Tongue it Martha. God, that feels so good. Play with it hon. Lick up and down the shaft. Umm, good."

I ran my tongue up and down the shaft. His cock was now shiny with my saliva. When my mouth was by his balls, he raised his cock so that his balls rubbed against my chin. I had never licked a guys balls, but I knew that's what he wanted. It was also what I wanted. I wanted to play with that big sack. I began licking his balls while holding his cock against my face. I could feel the heat from his cock against my face.

Martin pulled my blouse open the rest of the way, slipped it off my shoulders. As my blouse slid from my body, he unsnapped my bra, which followed my blouse to the floor.

I stole a quick glance to the mirror. Watched and felt his large hands cup my small breasts. I returned my gaze to his cock, as his fingers began to gently rotate my nipples. I looked at the long blue vein that ran along the shaft. I slid my tongue along the vein, and then squeezed the head of his cock to open the hole so that I could probe it with my tongue.

"God you have hard nipples Martha. Do you like them sucked? Tell me what you want, I want to make you feel as good as you are making me feel."

"Pinching is good, yes hard. And suck them, bite them." I murmured with his cock touching my lips.

"Good. I love sucking titties." He laughed as he pulled me to my feet. As I released my grip on his cock he knelt before me. His mouth swallowed one breast; he began sucking while his tongue rubbed across my nipple. His hands were on my back, holding me to him, caressing me as he sucked first one breast then the other. As he sucked a breast deep into his mouth, I could feel his tongue licking, then as his mouth drew back his teeth gently bit down on my nipple. He held my nipple between his teeth and ran his tongue over the tip. God it felt so good.

As he worked on my tits, he slid his hands down to my hips. I unsnapped my shorts. He slid my shorts and panties down. Without even thinking about it, I stepped out them. He was still sucking, biting my nipples as his hands now caressed my ass and legs. Instinctively I spread my legs, inviting his hands to my pussy. My last inhibitions evaporated as Martin began rubbing my pussy.

I looked down, watched his lips work around my breast. I watched my tit pull outward as he sucked and bit and pulled my nipple with his teeth and mouth. I watched his hand rub my pussy. I watched his fingers disappear into my thick swatch of hair. Felt his finger slid into my pussy.

As he slid his finger in and out of me, I worked my pussy against him.

"Feel good?" he smiled.

"Yes, yes."

"Umm, and tastes good too." He said as he withdrew his finger and licked it, and then offered his finger to me to lick.

I had never tasted myself. If it ever had occurred to me, I'm sure I would have thought it a gross act. But now I licked his finger and marveled that I liked it.

"I think that pussy needs a good licking. You do like your pussy eaten, don't you? Never met a woman who didn't"

I did like it. It just didn't happen that often. But now I wanted it more than ever.

He lifted me to the table, sat me on the edge. I spread my legs inviting his mouth to my lips. Placing my fingers on my pussy I spread it open, pulled the hair back. I felt extremely erotic as I envisioned his view of my pussy, the pink juicy flesh that was now exposed by my spread lips.

I shuddered when I felt his tongue begin to lick my slit. His tongue pressed into my cunt and lapped upward causing wonderful shocks as it dragged across my clit.

"Oh, god, yes, yes yes."

He buried his face in my pussy, grinding his tongue into me. He began rubbing my clit as he licked my pussy. I pushed against him, writhed around on the table.

I wrapped my legs around his neck, pulling him into me. I watched him burying his face in my pussy. I heard him slurping, sucking my juices.

"Yaheee." I screamed and convulsed. I had a wonderful orgasm. This drove him to work harder on my pussy, now sucking at my clit as his finger rammed in my pussy.

I felt so hot. My body was tingling. My pussy was being stretched. I knew that he was pressing another finger into my pussy. As my pussy slowly yielded to the added finger I knew what was next. I wanted it. I wanted to feel his big cock in me. I knew he was gently preparing me for it.

"Martin. I want it. I want you. I'm afraid it's too big but I want it."

"Don't worry Martha. I'm very gentle." He was picking me up, carrying me to the bedroom.

I wrapped my arms around him. I kissed him all the way to the bedroom, sucking his tongue, pushing my tongue into his mouth.

He placed me on the bed, retrieved a tube from the nightstand.

"Spread your legs," he said as he squeezed lubricant from the tube then rubbed it into my pussy. It felt cool, and he slipped two fingers into my pussy. They slipped in easily. I held his hand and helped him work his fingers in my pussy.

"Now your turn." He said as he lay on his back. "Grease up your toy." He smiled.

I looked down at his cock. It still looked huge to me. It was semi-hard. It lay on his abdomen pointing straight toward his head, the head of the cock just touching his belly button.

I squirted lube onto his cock, made a zigzag line the length of the shaft, like decorating a cake I thought. He laughed. I began to spread the lube with my index finger. His cock felt warm, my finger pressed into the flesh. As I ran my finger up and down the shaft, I felt his cock get harder. I liked that. I liked making his cock hard. I wrapped my thumb and index finger around his cock, squeezed more lube on and coated his whole cock.

"Get on top." He instructed.

I looked at him.

"You get on top, that way you can control my cock. Just rub it against your pussy, play with it, work it in slowly."

I swung my leg over him; straddling him I leaned down to kiss him.

"That feels good. Rub your hard nipples on me. Slide you pussy along my cock." His arms circled me; he pulled me in, gently but firmly forcing my nipples into his chest.

My nipples were hard and sensitive. I moved slowly back and forth, caressing him with my nipples and enjoyed the warmth of his body. I could feel his cock bumping against my ass. I moved backwards to let his cock slide between my legs. I could feel the shaft glide along my pussy lips. It didn't penetrate; I just slid up and down the hard shaft, enjoying this new sensation of a large hard cock pressing into my bare pussy lips, enjoying the feel of my nipples dragging along his body.

Then he pressed me back into a sitting position. "Put it in Martha."

I lifted the thick shaft and rubbed the head over my pussy, then pressed down trying to take it in. I watched the thick head spread my lips only to slip away from my hole. "Oh god, Martin, it's too big. I'll never get that in me."

He placed a finger in my pussy and slowly began finger fucking me as I continued to hold his cock. As I watched, I saw him gently press a second finger into my wet pussy. I could feel the stretching and began to ride his fingers. Then he worked in a third finger, rotating his fingers as he stretched my pussy. Then with a smooth motion, he withdrew his fingers, wrapped his hand around my hand that gripped his cock and guided it to the opening.

"Do it now Marsha. Just sit down on it. Your pussy is ready, just ease it in."

I did. My fears that it would hurt vanished as I felt the head spread my pussy open. Rather than pain, I had this wonderful feeling of pressure on my pussy. A feeling of being spread and filled. He began pumping into me with short strokes, each stroke pressing deeper into my pussy. His cock just seemed to go deeper and deeper, touching me where I had never been touched. Then I was aware that his cock was hitting my cervix.

Now that his cock was buried in me he rolled me over, pulling my legs up to his shoulders. I could never have imagined how erotic it would be to look down and watch a large cock slowly slide in and out of me. But there it was, and I was getting hotter with every stroke.

"Oh god! Oh yes! Fuck me! Fuck harder Martin."

He began to fuck faster, harder, with intermittent pauses when his cock was buried deep inside. And each time he stopped with his cock deep in me, I would grind myself into him until finally I had my second orgasm of the day Wow! And I wanted more. And I was happy to feel his cock still hard, still fucking me.

"Good girl Martha. Let go."

"Oh god yes."

You like it don't you hon, like a big cock stuffing your tight little pussy." He was now fucking with long, hard fast strokes.

"Oh I do, I do, I do. Fuck me. Fuck my cunt. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."

"I'm gonna cum in you. Tell me you want my cum."

Ohhhh god, I want you to cum. Ohhhh it's so big. It feels so good. Yesss, cum! Oh shit, I'm cumming again Martin. Fuck me hard. Pleeeze, harder."

He groaned, stopped stroking his cock in and out, and just buried himself deeply in my hot wet pussy. He ground himself into me and I knew he was cumming. I pushed back, trying to get his cock as deeply into me as possible. Then I came again. Wonderful waves of pleasure rolled through my body.

I felt his body relax, but he didn't pull out of me. I thought I could feel his cock soften in my pussy yet my pussy still felt nice and full, very warm and very wet. I showered him with kisses.

We just lay there. I knew I was hooked. I could feel a bit of guilt creeping into my mind but I knew that I liked being fucked by a big cock. I knew I liked saying pussy and cock and fuck.

Then the bubble seemed to burst.

"Well what do you think Martha? Marty's got some pretty nice merchandise hasn't he?"

It was Sybil, standing in the doorway.

"Oh god...oh Sybil...I...I..." I still hadn't figured it out. All I could think of was that I had just fucked another woman's husband.

"Martha, slow down hon." Sybil cut me off. "I'm not upset. I'm glad to see you've discovered you like big cock." She was grinning. "I wish I could have stayed for the whole thing but we thought you'd be more comfortable this way."

"Some people don't approve of sex just for the fun of it but Sybil and I have found it works for us. She thought that you were a woman that was in need of some fun so we figured why not open the door and see if you wanted to come in. I hope you don't mind. I hope you'll return." Martin had rolled off of me and was now caressing my body as he and Sybil spoke.

I tried to say, "I'm just not that kind of woman. This was a mistake. I think we should just forget that this happened." But no words came out of my mouth. I just reached down and fondled Martins big soft cock.

Sybil sat on the bed, kissed me softly. "Sharing is fun Martha. And we're all a little bit slut down deep aren't we?"

Slut - the word rattled in my mind. God, I am a slut, aren't I. And I don't care; I just know that I want to fuck that big cock again.

So there it is, that's how it began. Poor Tom has no idea why I'm such good friends with Martin and Sybil. Tom continues to like to fuck every week or two but I can hardly feel him in me.

The End

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