Chapter 2

But there was a problem. I came over to mow her grass – I wasn’t prepared to “plow her field”!

“Martha as much as I’d love to fuck you, I don’t have any ... you know, protection,” I said. “I didn’t expect to...”

“Oh, that’s okay, Bobby. I have my tubes tied. You see after Tommy was born, George and I decided one child was enough. We did our part to preserve the family tree and we didn’t feel the need to start another forest. So I had my tubes tied. No chance of me getting pregnant anymore. And since it’s been so long since I have had a cock, I’m safe from any STDs as well,” she said.

I didn’t have to think on my decision long. Martha Andrews was more than just my neighbor. Sure, she lived right across the street from us but there was a lot more to it. We were friends and now it looked like we were taking our friendship to a new level. She was asking me to fuck her.

Forget the fact that she was more than twice my age ... she had a son my age serving in the military. Forget the fact that she was married. I had a very attractive, nearly naked woman standing in front of me begging me to fuck her.

She was a friend who needed my help. She wasn’t asking for a ride to the grocery store, I’ll grant you, but she still needed my help. And this was not something I could refuse even if I wanted to ... which I didn’t.

But her desperation, coupled with the fact that she already had shown me that she liked things a little on the rough side, put me in the driver’s seat in this arrangement. And I was going to take advantage of it.

I jumped up off the bed and stood up in front of her. I quickly spun her around so her back was facing me, disorienting her, and pulled her back to me. My hand shot out to wrap around her neck and I squeezed her throat just hard enough to show her I was taking charge and not hard enough to cut off her air completely.

My sudden movement and spinning her around panicked her a bit and without thinking, her hands went up to grab my arm. “I told you to keep those hands down!” I barked and swatted her ass with my free hand.

“OW, Bobby!” she yelped. But she dropped her hands back down.

My other arm then went around her waist and my hand found what it was looking for ... her panty-clad pussy. She was damp, as I figured she would be and my hand began working to make that wet spot grow.

“So, Martha, you want me to fuck you, do you? You know that makes you a cheater, don’t you? A dirty filthy cheating slut. Are you a dirty cheating slut, Martha?” I growled deeply into her ear as I held her. I knew she could feel the bulge in my pants that this had caused and I made sure I rubbed it across her wide ass.

“Yesss...” she breathed and I felt a shudder run through her when she spoke.

“Tell me. Tell me what you are,” I said.

“I-I’m a dirty cheating slut ... Oh God!” she said, the realization of it making her knees weak and she’d fallen if I wasn’t holding her so tightly.

“That’s right Martha and after I’m done with you today you are going to be MY cheating slut, understand? I’m not just some quick roll-in-the-hay thrillfuck. I’m not some horndog just looking for a quick fuck ‘em and forget ‘em piece of ass.

“So if you think we are gonna have a little fun today and go back to being friends tomorrow, then get dressed and drop this whole idea right now. Is that what you want?” I asked.

“No, please! Please don’t leave! Oh God, Bobby, I want you! Please, I’ll be your cheating slut ... I’ll be whatever you want. Please I need you so much, baby!” she pleaded.

I spun her around to face me again. My hand plunged under her panties this time as my other hand reached behind her neck and pulled her face close to mine. “I own you now, Martha. I own your pussy, your mouth, and your ass. I own you wholly and completely. You are my fuckslut, my own personal sex slave now, understand?

“Your husband is a fool for leaving something as fine as you alone, but that’s his problem. I’m no fool and I’m taking what he doesn’t use, namely you, and using it myself. But I don’t share, Martha, so I don’t want to see or hear of you giving my pussy away to anyone else. Same goes for your other holes. You are mine now and mine alone, understand?” I said. I fingered her pussy as I lectured her, to make sure the speech took hold in her mind.

As I fingered her and lectured her, she couldn’t help squirming and dancing on her tiptoes, her pussy drooling and slobbering like a St. Bernard with a T-bone. “Yes! Oh yes, Bobby, I’m yours ... all yours, baby, all yours! Oh God Bobby, please ... please, I need you to fuck me! I’ll do whatever you want, just please fuck me!” she sobbed.

“Oh, I’m going to fuck you Martha, no doubt about that. But I want to make this memorable for you. I want you to remember this fucking and who it was that made you feel this way. That way you will know who to come to for more!” I said.

“Ohh God, Bobby...” she moaned, swaying slightly on wobbly legs. They would get a lot more wobbly before I was done!

“Now let’s prime the pump a bit ... I want to see what those pretty panties look like when you cum in them!” I said. I immediately began thrusting in and out of her pussy rapid-fire like a deranged sewing machine on crack. I used short strokes as fast as my hand could move, thrusting into her hole and pulling back. As I withdrew partially, I made sure to rub over her clit adding that to my fingerfucking her.

“OH FUCK BOBBY!” she cried out. Her hands shot down to grab the hand that was vexing her so. But I was ready for it and with my free hand, I gave her tits several rapid and hard slaps in quick succession.

“I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO KEEP YOUR HANDS DOWN!” I yelled at her.

“OW! OW! Oh, Bobby, please! Please, I’m sorry!” she squealed as she quickly withdrew her hands.

“If you move those hands again without permission, we are done and I will leave, do you understand?” I told her.

“Yes, Bobby. Please don’t leave! Please, I’ll be good! Please...” she pleaded.

I resumed fingerfucking her and to her credit, she did keep her hands away and didn’t interfere anymore. My threat of walking out on her scared her – this was the closest she had gotten to sex in a long time and she didn’t want to spoil it!

My fingers were doing a number on her too ... she was moaning and squirming and rotating her hips every which way trying to get me to touch her where she wanted me to. She humped my hand from time to time to rub her throbbing clit on my hand, easing its need as well.

After a few minutes of my fingerfucking her drooling pussy, her time had come. “Oh God, Bobby! You’re gonna make me cum! Oh, you’re gonna make me cum baby! Please, Bobby, please make me cum ... make me cum for you! Please, make your cheating slut cum!”

I could see her need was great, her legs shook from the strain of trying to hold the orgasm back and hold her up at the same time. And I could feel her pussy walls clutching at me like they too were begging for release. Since I had more plans for my little adulteress, I decided to let her off the hook ... for now.

“Okay, Martha, I’m going make you cum. But what will you give me in return? What do I get as thanks for making you cum?” I asked, mostly as a tease, but I also wanted to know how sincere and committed she was to this little affair we were starting.

“Anything, I swear! I’ll do anything you want ... please, Bobby, please! I need to cum so bad! Please make your filthy, cheating slut cum for you!” she begged. I’ll tell you, having this beautiful sexy naked woman begging me to make her cum was so fucking HOT!

I pushed her backward on the bed because I knew given the fact she hadn’t had a good orgasm in some time, she may not be able to stay standing. And it turned out to be a smart move on my part.

I shoved a second finger into her sopping hole and split them slightly, trapping her throbbing clit between them. Then I curled my fingers up under her pelvic bone to get at that spongy mass commonly known as the g-spot.

I rubbed it vigorously, simultaneously rubbing her trapped clit. My other hand went to her closest tit and I pinched and tugged on it, twisting her nipple almost painfully. All these sensations sent messages to her already overloaded and lust-fogged brain. The result was an orgasm for the ages.

“OHHH MYYY GAAAWD! OH FUCK BOBBY, OHHH I’M CUUUMMINNNGGG! I’M CUUUMMINNNGGG!” she wailed long and loud. She spewed her juices out like I’d cut a charged firehose with an axe, sending her sweet sticky passion all over the floor as well as both of us.

Martha bucked and pitched and twisted as her orgasm wrung her out like a wet washrag. I kept on fingerfucking her, even through the orgasm. I wanted to make sure this orgasm went down in her diary in capital letters!

I gave Martha three orgasms that time, one right after the other. By the time the third one had subsided, she was begging me to stop. “Please Bobby, baby, please stop ... I ... I can’t keep going ... I am not as young as I used to be ... I haven’t had sex in quite a while ... I’m not used to this much activity!” she said between pants.

Looking at her, I could see she’d had enough. Her long blonde hair, normally kept looking its best, was a sweaty rat’s nest. Her makeup, also always top-notch, had run down her face making her look like a Picasso painting. She was covered in a sheen of sweat and panting like a dog on a hot day.

“I suppose we can rest for a few minutes. But we are far from done here young lady! We still have some hard fucking to do! When I leave here today I’m going to make sure I’m the only one who can! If you can walk me to the door, I’m not done fucking you!” I said.

“Ohhh God...” she moaned exhausted already but knowing there was more to come.

While she rested and tried to get her strength back, I lay down next to her. She was on her back while I lay next to her on my side, my arm lightly laying over her hip. “So Martha, since it looks like we are going to be enjoying each other like this from now on, just what kinds of things do you like? I know the Mrs. Andrews that lives out there,” I said pointing at the bedroom door, “but what about the Martha Andrews that’s here in bed with me right now?”

“I don’t know ... all the usual stuff I guess – you know straight sex, oral, anal. I like just about any position – although, with these, some are easier to get into than others!” she giggled, hefting her tits. But honestly, I’m up for anything as long as it’s fun. I don’t do anything gross like poop play but I have been known to enjoy a little pee play. I also don’t do real hard pain or anything that would leave marks or scars that would be hard to explain. How about you? What are your plans for me baby?”

“Actually, you pretty much summed up my tastes and interests too. I don’t like poop play and I’m not the sadist type so no worries there. I did notice when I was fingerfucking you that your pussy hair is trimmed short, but I’m going to want you shaved bald. You see, I like eating pussy and it kinda ruins the mood if I have to stop and spit out hairs,” I said.

“Y-you want to eat my pussy?” she said turning to face me and propping herself up on one elbow. The excitement on her face spoke volumes.