Chapter 3

“Ohhh, Bobby! Oh, I feel you ... opening me! Oh God, it’s soo ... Ohhhh...” she moaned. Her eyes did indeed grow wide as I kept burrowing deeper into her, stretching her wider and wider as my cock penetrated her. She had said that her husband had nothing on me as far as cock size went and now she was experiencing what it felt like to be properly stretched.

She told me her husband was a bit less than five inches long, so I knew my almost seven-inch cock was reaching places he could only dream of. My cock gave her a stuffed feeling she had only heard about from her ladyfriends what they met for coffee or something.

I pushed into her farther and watched as she took all the cock I gave her. I was about halfway in when the chanting began. “Oh my God ... Oh my God ... Oh my God...” she repeated as I pushed deeper and deeper.

I passed the point at which her husband could reach. “Oh God Bobby that’s as deep as George could go!” she said.

“Well, darlin’, I still have a couple inches of cock to stuff into you!” I said.

“Ohhh ... please baby, fill me up! I want all of you ... all that fat wonderful cock! Give me more ... please more!” she moaned loudly.

Never one to deny a beautiful lady, I kept pushing until I felt her ass bump against my ballsack. “All right slut I’m completely in you now,” I announced.

“You are all the way in?” she asked.

“Yep, you have all the cock there is,” I confirmed. “How does that dirty little pussy feel now?”

“Ohhh God, Bobby, I feel so full! I’ve never been so stuffed ... it’s wonderful! Now fuck me, baby ... fuck your dirty cheating slut! Make me your whore, Bobby darling. I want to feel your cock pumping in and out of me. I want you to cum in me and make me your cumslut. I want to belong to you, only to you,” she cried.

For a woman more than twice my age to lower herself and beg to be mine was a big step – at least for me. I had been turned down by girls my age who laughed in my face when I asked them to go to the movies, and here this full-grown, adult woman was pleading to “belong to me”. And let’s not forget the fact that she was married too! It was a turning point in our relationship.

I went for broke. I figured that if she could demean herself enough to beg me to make her mine then the least I could do was accept her offer and take her. I grabbed her by the throat and looked her straight in the eyes.

“Okay, Martha here’s how this is going to work. I am going to fuck you and I am going to make you my cumslut as you asked. But when I do, you will belong to me, understand? We are not ‘dating’ or ‘seeing each other’ or even ‘having a little fling’ – those terms leave room for a change of heart and breaking up if things don’t go just the way we want them. And I’m not the ‘cut and run’ type.

“No, Martha once I have made you mine, you are mine for good. You might be married to George, but you belong to me. And I will use you when I want, and the way I want. You are my property, my fucktoy, and I don’t share my toys.

“Now apparently George doesn’t want you so it’s not like we will be competing for you, and I don’t want to compete with anyone else. By the same token, you can be assured you won’t have to compete with anyone for my affection. The only other woman in my life is my mother and you don’t have to worry about her competing with you.

“So after hearing the ground rules for this relationship, are you still interested in being my cumslut, my fucktoy, and belonging to me ... long-term?” I asked.

She took hold of my wrist and gently pulled my hand from her throat. Then she put both hands on either side of my face. “Bobby, darling, that was the most beautiful speech anyone has ever said to me.

“Yes, Bobby yes, I do want to belong to you, more than ever now. I accept all the conditions you set gladly and I trust you for any others you will make for me. Please baby, please make me yours right this minute – I can’t wait a moment longer to belong to you!”

There it was – the offer was made and accepted. The only thing left was to seal the deal. She pulled me down and into a deep, passionate, put-it-all-on-the-line kiss ... the kind of kiss you dream about in your best night-time fantasies.

We raced to see who could devour the other first and as our tongues played together between our hungry mouths, I pulled my hips back and thrust forward again. I heard her gasp into my mouth and then moan as she felt me plunge deep into her.

I broke our kiss temporarily but only because I wanted to get serious about fucking her. I started pounding that woman’s pussy for all I was worth, using long strokes and fucking her as deep, as hard, and as fast as I could recycle.

I figured she might as well see what she was up against right from the start so she wouldn’t think I was taking it easy on her. I didn’t want her to get the idea that we would be “making love” – I wanted her to know that with me, we would be FUCKING not making love.

I liked it hot and sweaty, where both people end up gasping for breath and are completely worn out. No one was walking away from our fucking without resting for a while first!

Martha wrapped her arms around my neck as I continued pumping her pussy. “My god!” she moaned “Your cock feels amazing baby ... so deep ... ohhh...”.

It didn’t take long for me to build up a good, steady rhythm – fast enough to keep her writhing and yet slow enough that I could make this last awhile. Martha’s hips started thrusting up to meet my downward strokes to get more of my steel-hard cock deep inside her. Looking up at me she moaned, “Now Bobby, I really need a good fucking! Fuck me deeper, harder ... please baby fuck me”!

I kept pounding away at her like some runaway oil derrick, our hips slapping together and the wetness of her pussy making a squishing noise as I slid in and out of her. Martha’s arms had dropped to the mattress by now and she was using those long fingernails to claw at the sheets, trying to find some purchase ... something to hang on to stabilize her wildly spinning world.

“Yes! Oh God yes, baby! Fuck me! Harder! Harder dammit! Ohh, fuuck meee...” she cried. Martha was whipping her head back and forth, her long blonde hair flying to and fro like a blonde tornado. She was writhing and squirming under me so much that I had a hard time staying on top of her to keep on pumping into her.

I don’t know how long this “battle royale” lasted but finally, I felt the first of several orgasms grip her. Her pussy walls clamped down on my cock in preparation for her orgasm and I could see it was going to be a massive one – she hadn’t had a good cum in ages and this one promised to make Mt. Vesuvius look like a hiccup!

She was moaning like she was possessed, thrashing around and bucking her hips. Suddenly, she felt her orgasm hit like a Mack truck. She screamed out “Oh Bobby, fuck me, fuck your dirty cheating whore, baby! FUUUCCCKKK MEEE!”

I pushed deeper into her, her orgasm now in full bloom and I felt her walls collapsing as she burst. The feeling of her surrender coupled with the warmth of her sweet juices sent me over the edge as well and I pumped what must have seemed like a gallon of hot sticky cum into her.

As she felt the sensation of hot cum flowing into her womb, it triggered a second, equally powerful and long-lasting, orgasm. “OHHH MYYY GAAAAWDDD!” Martha orgasmed three times that first time, each one lasting for at least twenty seconds.

I managed to stay hard enough to fuck her through all three of her orgasms then rolled off her so she could breathe better. I watched her slowly come to her senses, smiling the whole time and feeling pretty proud of myself that I could make this woman cum so hard.

When I felt she was back with me and coherent, I pulled her closer to me holding her in my arms as we cuddled and felt the bond we had established today. Then something strange happened. I felt a wetness that I wasn’t expecting ... one on my cheek. I pulled back and saw Martha was crying!

“What’s wrong, Martha? Did I hurt you?” I asked. I didn’t think I was that rough – I mean she wasn’t some teenage girl! What if it was something else – what if she realized what she had done and was having second thoughts?

“No baby you didn’t hurt me. On the contrary, I’ve never felt better or happier. Thank you, Bobby, thank you for making me feel like a woman again. For making me feel wanted, respected, and yes, even cared about.

“You have no idea what you’ve done for me today ... I was feeling unloved, unwanted, and just a burden to everyone around me. I had no reason to get up in the mornings and no reason to feel it would ever change. But you ... you have breathed new life into this old woman and you have put a smile on my face that I thought was long gone.

“I don’t know how I can ever repay you for what you’ve done for me, but I promise to be the best cumslut, the best cockwhore I can possibly be for you, my darling.” Then she pulled my face to hers and kissed me.

We lay there for a few minutes not talking just holding each other and feeling a new and very different closeness between us. We had gone far beyond neighbors or even friends. We were lovers.

I would have loved to stay right there in bed with Martha forever, but it was getting late. My original reason for coming over, to cut the grass, had taken what had now become precious time away from what I wanted. Her husband would be coming home in a couple hours and I was sure Mom was wondering just how much grass I was cutting today!

“Now slut, clean my cock with your mouth and tongue. if you can get it hard again, I’ll cum in your mouth next time and you can show it to me then swallow it, got it?” I said.

She immediately jumped up and moved around to obey me, kneeling between my spread legs and wolfing down my semi-flaccid cock. She sucked my cock like she wanted to suck my soul out until her jaws started to ache.

But she got me hard and true to my word, I let her suck my cock until I was ready to cum again. I held her head down as the first rope of cum hit the back of her throat. I shot three strong spurts of my seed into her mouth and she held all of it. Then she pulled her head back to get me to shoot a final spurt onto her tits

“A little something for the girls ... it softens the skin and makes them happy!” she said after swallowing the load in her mouth.

I got out of bed and then helped her to stand sweeping her into my arms. “I hate to fuck and run Martha, but I need to go see how Mom is doing and I’m sure you want to ‘freshen up’ before George comes home. I will come see you again in a couple days and this next time I won’t waste any time cutting the grass!

“Just remember what I’ve said here today and make sure that pussy is shaved – I didn’t get a chance to eat you today so I will be extra hungry next time! And we will work on those cocksucking skills too – I want you to learn to deepthroat me and how to take a facefucking, both favorites of mine,” I said.

“Anything you say, baby. I am yours to command. Just think of me as your sexy genie!” she giggled.